Illusion Forest Novels & Stories

Serene froze, the memory resurfacing with stark clarity. Back then, they had made a game of it. She and her friends tied the ring securely to a fishing line and cast it into the sea, promising that whoever brought a date willing to retrieve it would win the prime piece of land in the city’s north end. Despite their teasing, no one dared jump into the icy waters—except Allen. With a calm expression, he asked the group if the bet was genuine. After receiving confirmation and a signed deed, he leapt into the waves without hesitation.

The soft rustle of leaves beneath her bare feet and the gentle hoot of an owl are the only sounds in the serene landscape. A sense of calm washes over her as she gazes at the beauty of her illusions. The moonlight filters through the canopy of leaves which cast intricate patterns on the forest floor. As she takes in the scene, she notices the soft glow emanating from the flowers and the leaves of the trees, as if they are infused with the spirit of the moon itself. She hears a door knock and then—no, that’s the wrong sound. It doesn’t belong to the illusions she is trying to conjure. Another sound of knocking, this time, more persistent, and the illusions surrounding her are getting hazy and

She knocked out Ada beside her. I gasped as I approached them. "Anna, did you find something?" Dr. Helena brushed off the dirt and looked at me. "What is illusion grass?" Holly was still puzzled. "Illusion grass is a green plant that emits pleasant sounds, containing illusion essence, which can affect the body's hearing and thinking, making people obey the grass's commands and ultimately becoming its slaves." "It can unearth the deepest desires in people's hearts. Those enchanted by its sound will be trapped in illusions until consumed by it. In other words, those white ashes are actually the remains of werewolves devoured by illusion grass."

"He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you." I fell silent, feeling conflicted. Even though Elliot had failed me, it felt bad to see him fall like this. At the same time, I knew this was the price he had to pay. He had chosen Yvette over me, and now he had to face the consequences. "Where is Yvette?" "Rumors say Sorothspire, but we don't know which country. The police are still looking."

"Illac are you sure about this?" Lorcan asked. They are on their way back to convince Elliot and Lucas. If the two of them agrees, then Illac will be able to bring Lorcan inside humanity's border as well. "Yes, with the right motivation," Illac said confidently. They are leaping through the top of the trees making it their own personal playground, i is not even close to a monkey bar but this is their way of relieving the weight of the lives on their shoulder.

The trill of birds and hoots of monkeys could be heard in the jungle around them. “Oh,” she breathed, “It’s better than I ever imagined.” “No,” he said, “You brought this all to life again. Look, Ilyria,” and he turned around. Ilyria tore her eyes away from the wondrous sight of so much water. Suluu stood up from their bed. Then he turned around, “See?” Ilyria stared. The smooth cinnamon flesh of his back was broken by angry, red scar tissue that ran in two distinct ridges along his spine. Suluu had never had those.

"The forest. The spirits. They're not... hostile. Not yet. But if we don’t respect the rules here, they’ll become something else." Axel snorts under his breath. "That’s comforting." Real. We press on. The trees begin to shift. Not physically but in the way they appear. Their bark glimmers with silver threads. The leaves seem to shimmer with hues that don’t belong in nature like rose gold, indigo, a kind of luminous violet that hurts to look at too long. Then come the illusions. Shit. It starts small. A flicker of movement to the side. The sound of laughter in the distance... childlike, fleeting.

Iris ran through the dark halls of The Obsidian, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The silver flash drive was gripped so tightly in her hand that the metal edges dug into her palm. Behind her, Silas was still in the safe room, standing in the shadow of the Black Line symbol. She didn't know if he was a monster or a victim, but she knew she couldn't stay near him. However, as she reached the grand staircase, the house groaned. The red lights stopped pulsing and turned a solid, blinding white.

Her warm light glittered on the Water surface like a thousand small mirrors. Mara blinked. The storm was gone. No black clouds. No thunder. No Wellenberge. Just sea. Easy. Endless. Almost peaceful. It was like the night decided to conceal her own horror. Mara turned slowly. Behind her the island rose. Poean green forest went up to steep rocks. High palms tended light in the wind. They heard unknown bird calls everywhere. The air smelled like salt, moist earth and some sweetness that they do not arrange

This is the very reason that the Blue Orchid pack is located in the depths of Rysterbian forest protected by several layers of magic. Whatever Charlotte just described to him was the first layer of magic. It used an individual's fears and love for dear ones to deter them from continuing to venture into the forest. It played with ones mind to confuse and scare them to the point that they go running back. He himself had seen the aftermaths of the illusions played by the magic and they were not pretty. Not pretty at all.