Immortal Forest Novels & Stories

"When they consecrated the grove, they petitioned the gods to place our souls into native trees. They would then put the Greek saplings in their gardens but leave the native grove untouched. The gods agreed. My grandmother was one of the original nymphs. So was Xera. I was born here, as was my mother. Alders are not as long-lived as firs." "But I thought nymphs were immortal," he said. "Once your tree died, couldn't you find another?" He didn't even want to contemplate the idea of her dying. The thought burned a hole through his stomach - or maybe it was his heart. Had he fallen in love with Kyla? Of course he had. Now if that wasn't just the stupidest damn thing ever. He wiggled his toes in

We ran so long I was sure I was about to fall over. This part of the forest was one I’d never visited, the trees were thinner here. The autumn leaves had finished falling leaving them bare and black, spindling toward the sky. If my sense of direction could be trusted we weren’t far from the river nymph settlement, another place I’d never been. The elders said elves lived in the purple mountains I saw cresting over the horizon. They were so far and so different from other fae I often thought of them as mythical. Gera stopped suddenly, swooping down from the bright blue sky, stopping me in my tracks. The shimmer of magic in the air pressed against me. I couldn’t see anything, but the spot it c

The smell of the forest after the rain hit my nose, soothing my previously tense nerves. It had been too long since I last walked around and enjoyed the atmosphere of the Black Eye Forest. Black Eye was an enormous tropical forest and a rich, mysterious ecosystem. The danger and death of the forest made surviving in it a tough challenge. Therefore, it was a solid natural defense layer of our pack, the Blue Camellia pack.

"You Leopard Cat Spirit, will you die if you don't boast?" That rubbed Zhiluan the wrong way. He put down the wine up and whined, "Since when am I boasting? Had that monkey not make a mess of the Banquet of Immortality Peaches and cause the Immortal Wood to fall in the Human World... Forget it. What would a little human like you know?" "Immortal Wood? There's an Undying Nation in the Great Desolate where they feed on Immortal Wood. Could it be that the legendary Undying Tree fell from the Heavenly Palace?"

He's an Earth immortal afterall. I went to the bathroom and sat in the water. I steamed it with my power and started thinking. Is it really an infatuation? What if Ella sacrifices herself just like Aster did? What would happen when she finds out she's our Target? What if....? I kept rummaging my brain for an answer but couldn't find one. Suddenly, I felt a chilling breeze and the water froze instantly. I was caught in the middle of the ice as shackles covered my legs.

“And how did you get into this house?” If this is the same person who was lurking outside in the forest, they must have used some kind of magic to get inside. Just from looking at them I can tell they are immortal. He has wispy silver irises that seem to have mist floating around them. It’s unnerving to look at. Alden’s spells clearly couldn’t keep him out. “Yes, I’m immortal, and no these eyes don’t just mean I’m immortal, it just correlates to the kind of immortal I am,” he comments slyly. “And yes, I did read your mind. And yes, I do look familiar.”

Fresh air. Actual, real, fresh air. I stepped through the portal and into a world of towering trees and cool wind, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. The tangled chaos of the desert battlefield faded behind me, replaced by rustling leaves, chirping birds, and a soft sunlight that filtered gently through the canopy. After everything I’d been through, the sight almost felt unreal. “Finally… woods and normal life,” I muttered, letting out a long sigh. I turned just in time to see the portal close behind me, folding in on itself like a glass disk melting away. Gone. Just me and the whispering forest, with a dirt road stretching forward between the trees—and back behind me into more woods

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Not that she had a lot to say given that she was still confused about being a demon, feeding on blood. "You're lying," the boy with brown hair said. "There's no way you’ll get here by accident. This is the enchanted village hidden in the forest. No one could get into our territory unless you used a scrupulous means." He held Azrene's chin, "It doesn't matter though since no one has ever survived after finding out this place." Latina grabbed a handful of dried leaves. She felt extreme hostility coming from the boys and other than that, a strong intimidating presence was coming. If she doesn't take any action, they might end up dead.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.