Imagine Yourself In A Frozen Forest Novels & Stories

I would run for long hours in the woods non-stop until the forest would whisper for me to return home. I close my eyes and day dream about what would happen if I have the chance to be like every other wolf my age. I smile as I do so, enjoying the imaginations as though it was reality and already happening right this moment. My skin prickles suddenly as I feel a kind of eerie chill wash through me at the sound of a low hush. I immediately snap back to reality and scan my eyes around the forest. But I am greeted by an empty forest. Nothing creepy. The hairs on the napes of my neck rises and I can feel

I close my eyes, drowsiness flooding my body and making my muscles feel slack. And that’s when I hear the howl. It’s loud. It’s deep and guttural, eerie and unusual, almost ancient in the quiet power that it holds. It brings the already silent forest into a standstill, freezing even time itself. I’m holding my breath, bracing myself for something explosive as it continues to pierce the night. The temperature in the forest seems to drop immensely.

He settled on the couch and, although it was only a little after noon, he found that his eyelids seemed to close of their own accord as he drifted into his subconscious. He was standing before them again, but this time he was slightly better dressed for the occasion. The woman and her wolf carried a burden of snow over their shoulders and lay huddled together. Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I continued walking deeper into the forest, rubbing my hands over my shoulders in a hopeless attempt to fight the cold. The farther I moved away from Reign’s mansion, the more the darkness seemed to close around me, swallowing every clear shape and every familiar point that might have helped me determine where I was heading. At this point, I could no longer tell whether I was truly advancing toward freedom or simply circling inside a giant wilderness that looked endless from every side. Still, I forced my feet to keep moving because remaining in one place felt even more terrifying.

➳ Pernwél Illuminated by the moonlight, I follow the path laid out in front of me. It looks as if the trees have moved out of the way to make space, leaving roots and lifting the ground in their wake. As I kept walking through the dark forest, the snow cracked beneath my feet. Just then, I realised I’m barefoot and wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown. I can’t sense the cold feeling between my toes as the snow and ice slips around them. I should feel ice-cold by now. Strangely, I don’t feel anything except for the uncontrollable urge to keep moving.

My frustration wasn't helping the situation, but what else could I do? All I could see was endless snow and towering trees stretching toward the grey sky. There wasn't another contestant in sight. The silence of the forest was unnerving, and I was terrified to venture deeper and discover what lurked within this frozen wilderness. But standing still wouldn't change anything so, I forced myself to move forward. This realm had always been cold, but not like this. This cold felt different—deeper, sharper, as though it seeped straight into my bones. I suppose vampires were creatures of chill by nature. I still remembered the icy touch of Lu's fingers against my skin.

she stuttered breathlessly "i think id like to take you up on your offer" she smiles coyly at me "im ggiving myself to you..... freely" and its nearly my undoing, i scoop her up in my arms and near run back to her room, i kick the door shut behind us and stand her in the middle of floor, shes trembling, "Are you cold little one?" "NO, no im just, i kinda used my bravado telling you i want you too. Im nervous i guess"

He had felt it too, the tremor in the ground, the drop in temperature that preceded the freeze. "Keep moving," I said. "I will handle it." He wanted to argue. I saw it in the set of his jaw. But he had learned to trust me, or at least to trust that I knew what I was doing. He ran ahead, reaching the shadow of the far cliff just as the freeze hit. I stopped in the middle of the open ground and faced the cold. It came at me like a wave, visible now, a wall of white frost that rolled across the forest floor. The bone black trees in its path crystallized instantly, their bark splitting with sounds like gunfire. The ground froze solid beneath my feet. The air turned to needles.

I slowly got up and looked around. The forest is murky and creepy. The whalebone-white snow has blanketed the whole forest. I felt like the trees were glaring at me with their invisible eyes. They were bent weirdly like witches' fingers. I slowly started walking deeper into the woods. Looking up, I saw the skeletal sky smirking evilly at me. Another evil cinch blew past me. My body was shivering. I rubbed my tingling fingertips.

It is just the feeling of being between wakefulness and sleep. She tries to create an image in her mind. She imagines that she is standing in the midst of a mystical forest. The trees are ancient, their gnarled limbs reaching out towards her as if to offer comfort. The soft rustle of leaves beneath her bare feet and the gentle hoot of an owl are the only sounds in the serene landscape.