Liminal Spaces Forest Novels & Stories

I’ll be lucky if she leaves before then, and I get my life back again without necessarily having to undergo the punishment of rejection. The invisible barrier I created throughout the forest comes undone once I come close in proximity. I glance above to glimpse at the full moon and drop my gaze to the stillness beneath my feet. The tree tops are thickly clustered and unmoving, soaked in unnatural darkness with a shimmering thin line cutting my territory in a zig-zag pattern from the territory of the Were-beings; the Bracken River.

Layered. She could feel it moving. Her fingers brushed the journal again. She did not open it. There was nothing left inside that could guide her now. This part was hers alone. She crossed the threshold. The temperature dropped at once. Her breath became visible. The sound of the forest vanished behind her as if cut away. The space inside was larger than it should have been. The walls curved. Not straight. Not even. Like the inside of a shell. Faint markings covered the stone.

said Frankenstein who seemed to immediately lift his feet and stomped the ground and suddenly they all seemed to disappear teleporting. "BRUKK" The sound of Frankenstein's pounding on the ground and they all teleport. … Somewhere in the Second world within the Monster Forest. It seemed that Liem who was on the edge of a lake in the Monster forest seemed to close his eyes concentrating by standing up then opened his eyes and sighed. Then you can see from above the sky that the clouds have split open and the forest looks stretched to dust as if something has happened and you can hear Liem say softly ;

The figure in front of me fractured, Then disappeared completely. I exhaled sharply. That confirmed it. This place didn’t just show possibilities. It tested attachment. Trust. Identity. If I followed the wrong signal, I could get lost permanently. Another shift. The forest collapsed inward, Then expanded into open terrain. Endless. Featureless. No landmarks. No direction. Just space. And silence. I stood there for a moment. Completely still. Because I understood what this meant. No guidance. No illusions to follow.

I move beside her and nudge her. “We don’t need to. Here.” I lift my hands, flattening them palm to palm and point forwards as though slicing into the forest and slowly move them apart, splitting the trees and pushing foliage and branches back with my gift. Clearing a passage of sight so we can view all the way to the border of the boundary. A tunnel of unrestricted vision where I can see the fog has met the border and seems to be rolling up into the invisible protective wall and climbing higher to get past it. It’s smothering all beyond in a dense haze which makes it hard to really see anything.

Raelin trailed a few steps behind, always the shield, her presence the gravity that kept them anchored. They did not speak for miles. The silence was not uneasy, but necessary. They were breaking away at something they had left Pack as it had been, history as it had been taught, and into what was older what was not victimized by the lies of time. The farther into the forest they went the thiner it grew, thiner, not dryer, but more awed, as the trees bowed back as though making a path. They halted when they came to the stone archway which was the boundary of the real Den territory.

Amy stirs, distressed, confused, like an animal realizing the ground it trusted was built on rot. I do not scream. I do not cry. I do not give them the release of my reaction. I turn and walk out. No one stops me. No one dares. The corridors blur. Voices reach for me and fall short. I pass guards who step aside without thinking. Doors open before I touch them. The pack house feels too small, too complicit. Like it has always known and waited for me to catch up. I do not slow until trees replace walls. Until roots claw at my boots and branches scrape my shoulders. The forest takes me without question. It does not explain. It does not justify. It only makes space.

I could feel its power even before I reached the clearing. The scent of the forest was intoxicating tonight, stronger than usual, mingling with the earthy aroma of moss and damp soil. My boots pressed softly into the thick undergrowth as I moved silently, every step deliberate. I had scouted this section countless times, mapping the terrain and noting safe paths and potential dangers, yet tonight, the forest felt… different. Alive in a way that pricked my senses, whispering secrets I couldn’t yet comprehend.

She moved her hands in deliberate circular motions, and the forest seemed to respond. Leaves and twigs lifted from the ground, swirling together in a hypnotic dance. The motion grew faster and faster until they formed a large circle, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. Within the circle, I could still see the forest on the other side, yet it shimmered like a mirage. A strange pulse emanated from it. “You can go in now,” Ellen said, her voice cutting through my trance. “One piece of advice, be careful and come out alive.”

he said. I looked at the tree northeast. Away from the gathering points. They went toward the section of the Veil Forest boundary. "Kaelor," I said. "The northeast boundary has three unmonitored access points," he said. "Old tree fall sections. Natural gaps in the forest edge." "And you didn't report them," I said. "No,Alpha Zayden" I burnt. The clearing was quiet except for the sounds of wounded wolves. I looked at him. "I know what I did," he said. "I know what it cost." He held my gaze without flinching.