Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

I t is trully like the saying goes, what goes around, comes around, couple of hours ago he killed angelica with poison, after she served her perpose, another gold digger is one think, but a gold digger who sniff his secrets is fatal, so she deserve her end. After of few seconds of calmness, he died and she turns around to her car and pulled a bloodless arm with her regit hands than drags the rest of the corps down, naked and all bites deap and scary, it’s like a swessshease made from bones and flesh, part of his neck is gone, when she takes hom down and drag him toward her good old bosse’s corps, the skin of his middle left side of his back is dangling before it curled up and chrink a bit f

I didn’t care that half of their face was covered, or that they were already scurrying backward. I was faster, closing my fingers around their arm, tugging firmly. The sudden movement was enough to make the hood slip off their face. Gold hair tumbled over her shoulders, her blue eyes widening with fear at first, her pulse pounding. Then slowly, recognition slipped into place. I frowned, my grip easing but not enough to let her pull away. “Glenda?” She blinked. “The brooding Alpha?” My frown deepened. “What are you doing in the Elderwood pack?”

"Tell me. You sit on the Council. You watch from your high tower. What is actually waiting for me in those woods?" Maris stepped closer, the shadow of her tall frame falling over my lap. "Yourself." I let out a scoff. "That does not help. It's the exact kind of cryptic nonsense your fellow elders say when they don't actually have an answer." "It is not supposed to help," Maris replied. "GreeveWood does not hunt with claws and teeth, Ophelia. It hunts with your own blood. It takes every doubt, every hidden shame, every secret weakness you have buried deep in your soul, and it gives them physical form. It forces you to look at the mirror of your own wreckage. If you hate what you see, you die.

asked, feeling a little exasperated. "Yeah, I mean, some..." he trailed off. Camden pulled out her phone with a sigh before opening Maps, just as Angus had done. She showed Clayton the same forest that Angus had shown her the night before. "That's where the Glen Wulver Clan are," she stated as she tapped the screen with a fingernail. Clayton took a look, zooming in and out as he tried to get his bearings. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, I think we should go check into our B&B first. From there, we can decide the best course of action. We can either go through this evening to take a look, or we can take it easy and rest tonight and then check it out tomorrow," he suggested. "I g

Haven’t set my eyes on her since I arrived here. Then audible gasps erupted. We all turned in that direction. My lips parted. “Holy shit,” Willem uttered. Storm walked with so much aura in her silver heels and red beaded cocktail dress. The pearl crystals off the shoulders showed off her beautiful brown skin. The corresponding choker around her neck made her look even more chic. Her hair was split and tied in a ponytail; it wasn’t the usual style. She even had makeup on. I knew there was a Tanzanian baddie underneath all that rock face she put on display. I just had no one to talk to about it.

Everything smelled faintly of lavender and night air, yet it all felt wrong. She shut the door softly, as if loudness might break something fragile that hadn’t already shattered. At her desk, the laptop's glow painted her face in shifting light. The cursor blinked on an empty document, she stared at it until her eyes blurred. She’d opened and closed the same file at least ten times, trying to write, trying to feel normal again. Every sentence she typed came out twisted— brittle. Delete. Type again. Delete. The memory replayed in fragments. The tension in Xander’s eyes, the way his voice broke between anger and desperation, the moment his hands gripped her arms too tightly.

Gwen's POV “You look gorgeous Gwen” Granny complimented me. She was right; I had not felt this beautiful in a long time. I was dressed in a sleek metallic gold bodycon dress, it's length was above my knee and had intricate lace sleeves delicately embroidered with golden thread. The dress hugged my curves accentuating every contour while the lace sleeves added a touch of elegance and allure. I wore a black high heel that matched my Chanel purse, the last gift Andrew gave me while we were still married.

Bonded in a way that could never be undone. Then I heard slow clapping. We looked up and saw Glenda standing in the centre of the destroyed chamber. Her clothes were torn and blood stained her face but she was smiling. In her hand, she held a dagger that glowed with familiar light. "You completed the bond?" Glenda's laugh was cold. "Fine. Then I will just have to kill all three of you at once." The dagger in her hand was made from Moonstone fragments. I could feel them calling to the pieces in our chests and the resonance made my teeth ache.

The sudden silence in the kitchen was deafening. It didn't help nearly as much as it usually did. The ghost of his touch, the lingering scent of cedar and spice, and the terrifying realization of how easily he could unravel her remained, wrapping around her like a dark, thorny vine.