Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

It's like she is inviting' you to get lost in the moment and embrace the awe-inspiring power of the natural world. Then there was 'bout this masterpiece called "Whispers of Autumn". In this one, you are strollin' through the forest, feeling chill as you take in the breathtaking sights of fall. The colors? Straight fire—amber, russet, and gold—paints' the trees like they are on fire.

I growled in excitement and followed the scent, not even bothering with the tracks anymore. I ran through the dense forest, barreling through until I broke into a clearing, and there it was. There was a patch of soft, golden grass that didn't belong to this forest, and right in the center stood the Spirit Gazel. It was beautiful, with antlers like white coral and eyes like liquid gold. Its coat shimmered between silver and pearl, moving like a gentle wind. I stepped forward, slowly, not wanting to startle it, and it watched me calmly as its ears twitched cautiously. But then I heard the crunch of leaves, and Grimhold emerged from the other side of the glade, his massive wolf form stepping fr

Her certainty was a rock in the shifting chaos of his new life. The pull led them deeper into a region the maps from the Archives called the Whispering Tangle. The name was old, from before the Grey. The air grew thicker, warmer. The trees were gnarled giants, their branches woven together so tightly they formed a tunnel of wood and leaf. Strange, bioluminescent fungi glowed with pale purple and green light, providing the only illumination. The silence here was different. It was a watchful silence. The usual sounds of the forest—the birds, the insects—were gone.

Regret filled him as he heard Daine spill their entire relationship to me. Tangle was older, 120 hundred years old, while Daine was just forty years old and was living in the territory next to this one. Daine understood being that old he would slip a few times, but Tangle actually tangled in the sheets a lot. Worst of all, he kept it a secret from Daine, who almost immediately let him be marked without knowing. Which I still wasn’t sure about.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

She stumbled back, gasping, chest heaving. “What… what is this?” she whispered, fear and awe intertwined. The glow pulsed stronger, almost sentient, wrapping her arms in warmth and light. The forest seemed to lean closer, leaves brushing against her arms as if urging her onward. A softer rustle broke her concentration. Another wolf emerged from the shadows, smaller than Damon, its fur dark and slick from the rain. Its amber eyes locked with hers, curious and intelligent, almost recognizing something deep within her. The glow on her wrists flared in response, wrapping around the creature like an invisible tether. For a fleeting moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them—the pull magne

Now they were attempting the same with me. But I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. The ground beneath me rumbled suddenly, making me stagger. The earth cracked in a circle around me, a ritual glyph glowing in ancient silver. From it, thorns erupted. Thick, black, twisting. Living things. They formed a spiralling path, a labyrinth of pain, leading into a towering archway of brambles. A strong smell caught my nose, pungent yet sweet. It smelt like blood, mixed with something, something sweet. Flowery.

The eastern border of the Silver Claw territory transitioned into the Emberfall Woods, a dense forest where ancient oaks and maples towered, their thick canopies interwoven, filtering the early morning sun into a soft, amber glow that dappled the forest floor, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the ground, a carpet of fallen leaves in shades of crimson, gold, and burnt orange, their edges curling, crunching softly underfoot, releasing a rich, earthy scent that mingled with the faint tang of damp moss and the sharp bite of pine resin. Thin tendrils of mist clung to the underbrush, curling around clusters of ferns and wild mushrooms, their caps a muted gray, glistening with

Squeezing my thighs together, I gave Glinda the command to move. She picked her way through the village of stone houses, overgrown with dead vegetation, over the crumbling wall, and across the expanse of boulders. Throughout this, he remained silent, his back stiff. Beki leaned across our bond, trying to press against his wolf. I didn’t have the heart to tell her to keep away. As soon as we reached our destination, Griff would either abandon us or toss us to Fenrir. Eventually, Glinda emerged from behind the large rocks and rode through the rocky expanse of Hell. Red light streamed down through patches in the clouds, looking like they might roast a person if they stayed too long in the glare

The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage. She knew he was near before she even saw him. A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.