Liminal Forest Novels & Stories

~ Luciana's POV~ In the dim moonlight, Luciana found herself deep within a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to reach up to the sky. The moon's gentle glow managed to seep through the thick foliage, creating a mystical atmosphere. As she darted through the trees, the silver light danced upon the ground, casting eerie, shifting shadows that played tricks on her eyes.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

't know why but she was just interested in that dark forest, her intuition urged her to hurry there, there was someone waiting for her. Anna followed the group of people to collect firewood, when entering the forest, the teacher and the guide carefully warned everyone that this forest is very dangerous and no one can escape if they accidentally get lost inside. in. This forest is also known as the labyrinthine forest, even the indigenous people living here do not fully understand the terrain in this place. If you accidentally get lost deep inside the forest, you don't know what will happen, and it also makes it difficult for the rescue team because it is difficult to know exactly where the l

Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human. And one of the lands that were utterly different tab the other four lands, had no single mythical beings in it due to its rule. That land stayed in the middle of the Empire, called Runalia. Runalia is regarded as the only place where humans live without mingling with other mythical beings. As long time before the Empire was even founded, the humans in Runalia feared other beings than humans and sorcerer. This fear ran down through their blood to the point that even until now they could never allow any beings to stay inside the land. Just as how huma

Elena’s eyes fluttered open to the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. The world around her was no longer the gray, mist-filled Harbor. Tall trees rose overhead, their branches forming a thick canopy that filtered weak sunlight onto the forest floor. Leaves rustled softly in a gentle breeze. Birds called distantly. It was real. Alive. The living world.

The great silver tree was no longer visible. Neither was Elowen. It was as though the heart of the forest had hidden itself once more from the mortal world. “The forest has closed behind us,” Master Orion observed. “It always does,” Nyx replied. “Only those invited may find it again.” By sunset, the company crossed the forest’s boundary and emerged into the open plains beyond the Ashen Hills. The crimson sky had begun to fade, though the moon still carried an unnatural red tint that reminded them the balance of the world had not yet been restored.

The forest is alive with whispers, the leaves rustling with secrets I cannot decode. I press on, the bloodstains now accompanied by the crushed petals of wildflowers, their beauty marred by violence. The scent of Liliana grows stronger, a beacon that guides me through the encroaching gloom. Then, abruptly, the trail ends. I stand at the edge of a clearing, the bloodstains vanishing as if swallowed by the earth itself. The air is still here, the silence oppressive. I can feel the weight of unseen eyes upon me, the presence of something other, something that does not sit right to belong to this realm, the living realm.

LIRA The wind howled through the dense forest, swirling snow around our boots as we stood at the edge of the darkened valley. Our breath curled into the cold night air, a plume of white vapor fading into the frosty emptiness. The world seemed alive with the biting chill, but beneath it, a heavy unease pressed down on us like a suffocating blanket. The night was silent, save for the harsh whispers of the wind and the occasional crunch of snow beneath our feet. Yet, I could feel something—something lurking just beyond the reach of the moonlight, watching us, waiting.

She was standing in the forest, the same forest that had called her name countless times before. The trees towered above her, their branches like skeletal fingers, and a thick fog coiled around their trunks. The sound of distant footsteps echoed, though she could see no one. Her senses were heightened; she could smell the damp earth, feel the pulse of life around her. Something deep inside stirred—something ancient. A shadow moved among the trees. Lucien stepped forward, his eyes glowing amber, yet there was an odd softness in them. “You’ve come,” he said, voice carrying through the mist.

The faint, pulsing glow drew Lena and Kaden deeper into the forest, the air thick with anticipation. Each step resonated with an unspoken promise, a connection to something far beyond their understanding. “Do you feel that?” Lena whispered, her voice trembling. Kaden nodded, his hand gripping hers. “It’s like the forest is alive, guiding us.”