Green Shadow Novels & Stories

Shadows of Betrayal ••• The forest had fallen into an uneasy calm. Dawn’s first light struggled through the dense canopy, casting muted streaks of amber and gray across the twisted roots and moss-laden ground. Aella’s fingers trailed along the Heartwood as she moved, feeling its subtle pulse beneath her palms, like a living heartbeat echoing her own. The northern ridge had been secured, but whispers of danger threaded through the forest, cold and persistent.

Navigating the dark woods in the pouring rain was far from easy but Wade had every emotion in the fabric of his being keeping him going. Another source of light appeared at the far end. It was an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. Wade had a feeling that he had arrived. He stopped the car in the dark and abandoned it. Other than the light inside, there was nothing about the cabin that gave a hint that it wasn't completely abandoned. Wade stepped out of the car and blended into the darkness. His body shivered the moment the cold drops of rain touched his skin. He wasn't equipped to deal with it, nor did he care about it. All he could think of was Cody’s loyalty, Freddie’s motor mouth a

A completely different approach to power and existence than the blazing displays of House Holt that consumed rather than transformed. "The night gardens are House Nox's most visible symbol of our philosophy," the lead emissary explained as they walked. "Beauty and power flourish in shadow when properly understood and cultivated. What other houses perceive as darkness, we recognize as merely a different form of illumination." The path opened onto a circular clearing dominated by a pavilion constructed entirely of silver and shadow-glass—a rare material that appeared solid from some angles and transparent from others, creating the illusion that the structure existed simultaneously in multiple

Like someone left a window open in hell," Damian said. THE QUEEN OF THORNS A ripple in the air announced her arrival. Maya dropped from the canopy of a giant cypress tree. She didn't land. She swung on a vine, flipping gracefully to land on the stump next to Damian. She was sixteen now. Or maybe she was a hundred. It was hard to tell. Her skin was a deep, glossy green. Her hair was a mane of weeping willow leaves. Her eyes were bright, intelligent emeralds. "Sun," she greeted me. "Stone," she greeted Dad. "Hey, Sprout," Damian grunted. "The perimeter is shrinking," Maya said without preamble. "Shrinking?" I asked. "I thought we were expanding." "The Green stops at the mountains," Maya said,

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

Asana said in a small voice, as if she is scared that she is scared that the witch could hear if she spoke louder. Slowly, and very reluctantly Kyra turned to look behind her. Her lips parted in shock. Almost the entire area is bright and vibrant. But there is small section in the middle which is not. Green fog is filled inside invisible barriers, as if containing the fog. The same green fog, like 'Witches'. There, in that small area, it felt darker, as if the very light is being sucked out.

Chapter: 24. ****** The misty forest canopy blocked the afternoon sun, which was now at its lowest point, and cast an eerie light over the trees and the ground, which glittered like polished black obsidian. Shadows stretched long and sinuous as they snaked their way between trees, hiding behind rocks and bushes and even the barest hint of a fallen leaf. It took several minutes for the thick blanket to fade away, leaving a patchwork of color in its wake. The sky above the forest remained a clear azure with a few puffy white clouds floating slowly overhead, but beyond the treetops, the world had become a vast array of shades of grey, from deep cobalt blue to pale grey, to dull brown. This gave

*Greenwood Territory — The Deepgroves* The wind that blew heavily through Greenwood. Crystal stood at the edge of the grove, her fingers brushing the bark of an old tree. Her mark still pulsed faintly, silver light dancing under her skin. The forest felt closer now, like it breathed with her. Behind her, Ryder spoke with Veen in low tones. His voice was gravel and steel, the sound of a leader holding too much and refusing to bend beneath it. Crystal turned slightly to watch him.