Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

The kids giggled every time one of the Horts cracked a joke or made a funny face, while Dominic sat quietly, one arm draped protectively around Winnie’s shoulders. The Horts led Elara and Finn through glowing forests, across rivers that sparkled, and into caves filled with shining gems. Each adventure brought new challenges that required the siblings to solve riddles or help others along the way. The visuals were whimsical, and the storyline, full of small lessons about kindness and hope, kept Lila captivated.

The book still continues and the suspense is about getting hotter. And finally I would love to use this opportunity to announce that the first official soundtrack for this book has been released and is distributed on various music streaming platforms. TITLE: GLITTERS by Excel Arthur. trust me you are going to love this slow soothing track that resonates well and goes with the feeling and the flow of the book. you can listen to it as you read on to create a more romantic and suspenseful sweet atmosphere. do well to check it out and stream it on Spotify, Apple music and various other music streaming platforms.

smoothie," the dark-skinned said. Elena came back with what they ordered. Elena kept admiring and in love with their accents. "I guess the dark-skinned is London-based. Elena was at the corner of the counter when she overheard them talk about the art on the wall and how beautiful it looked. After some minutes, Elena came back to clear their table. "I'm sorry but this art on the wall is beautiful, do you know who photograph this?" The white girl asked. "I did" Elena replied as she gave in a broad smile. They were both impressed to know Elena was good at photography. "But what are you doing here if you're so good at photography?" The dark girl asked curiously. Elena was quiet. "Okay there's a

Palmer’s POV --- The night air felt heavier once we stepped outside. The restaurant’s warm glow spilled onto the pavement like a golden stage light, casting long shadows across the quiet street. My pulse was a drum in my ears, steady but fast, like it knew something I didn’t. Arrow’s sudden presence had already shattered the fragile illusion of control I’d built with Andrew tonight. And now, standing between them, I could feel something dangerous brewing beneath the surface — old, sharp, and waiting to be set off like a match to dry kindling. 💥

: Charlie's POV Cedar, earthy after rain scent smacked my nostrils, changing the scent of cinnamon that clogged the atmosphere. My grip on the bars weakened instantly. My eyes flew wide open. My heart thumped loud into my ears. Heat crawled on my skin like goosebumps. Him. The scent of the Alpha I gave my first time to in Menils. The one I pulled into the dark and tore his clothes off. My first time at the Moon Awakening, before I could register his face in my head, I had left for Frost.

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.

The sun was setting. "I’m going to the border," I said. "Are you coming?" "No, I can't. The rashes are showing now," she said, pulling up her sleeve to show me the red blotches. Her allergies. If I told her Dexter was waiting at the border, she’d come, rash or no rash. But I didn’t push it. I just said goodbye and left. My pack, Grimhowl, is one of four in Craig Woods. We occupy the southern territory. Our neighboring packs are Emberfang, Dreadmoon, and Valeblood. We share a border with Valeblood, a river dividing the two lands.

I slowed just enough to listen, drawing closer in a crouch, careful not to break a twig or send the scent of my presence too far ahead. “She’s not here,” Grimm’s voice rumbled. “But this… this feels wrong. The air’s heavier.” “Did you find it?” That was Grimm again, questioning, impatient. “I don’t know,” Brad said. “Crawl swears he sees something, but I don’t—” “I know what I saw,” Crawl snapped. “It’s right there. In the clearing. The shimmer—look just past the tall stones—” I stepped out of the trees.

The woods were tall, dark, and unnatural—bent in ways no tree should bend, like the land itself had warped under the weight of whatever ruled it now. It was the most sinister place I’d ever seen. Valen raised a hand, releasing a quiet puff of shadowy smoke that dispersed into the air, barely visible. Just a breath of it—and suddenly, everything around us shifted. The world dulled. Our forms flickered for a heartbeat, and then we vanished from visible sight. Glamour. It was the safest way to move. Not perfect. But better than walking blind or risking being spotted by an Algoth or another of Kyante's minion.

Falcon said, delicately tiptoeing over a wet stone and immediately slipping. Theodore caught him, laughing. "You okay?" "No," Falcon wheezed. "The forest is trying to eat me alive. If I get swamp foot, I'm suing this entire mountain." "Just keep moving," Cameron said, trying not to laugh. They crossed into the Glimmering Woods, where the trees shimmered faintly under the moonlight, like someone had spray-painted them with cursed glitter. DJ's eyes narrowed. "This place feels wrong. Like something's watching."