Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

Shadows of Eldenwood Eldenwood was a town of whispers and watchful eyes, its cobblestone streets winding like a serpent’s coils. The group—Aria, Caden, Elara, and Torren—trudged through the gates, their boots heavy with mud and exhaustion from their battle with the Hollow One and their desperate flight. The air hung thick with the scent of woodsmoke and something sharper—fear, perhaps, or suspicion—while the town’s eerie silence pressed against them like a living thing. Shuttered windows and shadowed alleys greeted their wary glances, and the creak of an ancient sign swaying in the breeze was the only sound breaking the stillness.

A stream meandered before us, glowing faintly in the moonlight. It wasn’t ordinary water, it shimmered like liquid silver, catching the glow from lanterns I had arranged along its banks. The surface sparkled, tiny ripples reflecting in a thousand soft glints, and the gentle burble of the water sounded like music, soothing and hypnotic all at once. “Oh… Adrian…” she whispered, taking a step closer, the soft crunch of grass under her feet barely audible. I stepped closer, my gaze locked on her, letting the magic of the stream hang in the air between us. “Nicole,” I began, every word deliberate. “I brought you here because I wanted you to see something… something as extraordinary as you are.”

Her hands trembled once more — harder this time. Not from fear. From the reminder that this was real. She crossed the room and finally opened the paper bag. Plain sandwich. Unwrapped. Untouched. She ate half. Saved the rest. ___________ Alex Night returned. It felt different than the one before. Now there was direction. Alex stood over a digital map illuminated in red markers. Three warehouse candidates. All within industrial zoning. All recently powered. All owned by ghost entities. “Split teams,” he said. Sebastian frowned. “You don’t know which one.”

Chiara covered her mouth with both hands, and Liam grinned slyly. From afar, a pair of black eyes smirked maliciously and eloped to the forests.

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

I threw one last punch at his face, making him fall to the ground. But I wasn’t done yet. I would break all his body parts that touched me. ‘Get me the silver rod.’ I ordered Gwen through the mind link and watched him try to get back on his feet. It looked like his wolf wasn’t healing him. Not my concern, though. Gwen was back with the silver rod, whose whole handle was made of wood. "Mo…"

Jaxx's Point Of View Graham's body jerked beneath my knee like an eel caught on a line, thrashing with diminishing strength. The gravel beneath his face transformed into muddy, dark porridge… a mixture of dirt and blood spreading across the white stones. His fingers clawed desperately at the ground until his nails split, leaving crimson trails in their wake.

Within the heart of the enchanted forest, a hidden glen awaited the arrival of Archer, Mateo, and Violet. The glen, untouched by human hands, exuded an otherworldly beauty—a kaleidoscope of vibrant wildflowers carpeted the ground, their colors an explosion of nature's artistry. A gentle breeze rustled through the surrounding foliage, whispering secrets of the ancient trees that stood tall and proud, guardians of this mystical realm.