Liminal Spaces Forest Novels & Stories

Lena whispered: “We’ll fix him. We’ll fix everyone. But we need the fragments.” Alexander nodded. “And that means going back to Kass.” The Forest Lets Them Go Z-03 moved forward. “Follow me. The forest boundary reopens only briefly. You must leave before it seals.” Lena leaned into Alexander’s chest, weak but determined. Jay clung to Elias, glowing cracks pulsing with each breath. Alexander looked at the path ahead— a narrow tunnel of withered trees and swirling mist.

Under the dimly lit firmament of unexplored celestial fabric, the air whispered nothing, and the ground screamed curses. Seven hushed hunters were now standing in front of a dark space that almost seemed like the edge of the universe. 'So this is the outer region!' Creed gazed at the boundary of the outer region. This was the farthest he had come from the public shelter. 'Damn... Spooky!!' Others just entered the thin dark film as if it was nothing. Beyond this boundary, Creed saw a forest waiting for him. The forest where the Malaka was spotted.

Lost in the trees, she longed for the solace of the open night sky. It took time to weave through the forest. Lily understood, better than ever before, now, why Sea Pine was so often left alone in the monthly brawls. She had no sense of how long she’d been moving in the darkness of the trees, but she alone was struggling to move more than a step in any direction before having to contort her body around the next densely packed thicket. But she could see the clearing, now. The sight of it gave her hope. Wiping away her tears, she focused solely on reaching the wide, open space, filled with felled logs placed down like seats and merry wildflowers growing across the short plain.

"But we ought to be cautious. These animals are effective." Killian, his look fixed on the whirling fog, gestured in understanding. "We have to remain cautious. There's no telling what else is standing by us within the Twilight Forest." As they wandered into the fog, the world around them moved. The trees developed taller, their branches entwining to create a thick canopy that blocked out the daylight. The discussion developed overwhelming with an otherworldly stillness, the as it were sound the delicate crunch of clears out underneath their feet.

“About forty-eight hours. Just after midnight one night. The next, two days later, around the same time.” “Think there are any deep caves in there? That far out from the base of this mountain?” “Could be. We’ll need a more detailed map of that forest.” I drew a straight line between the two Xes to connect them. It bisected the forest exactly in half. “How many you think they’ve got out there?” Kayden asked. I circled the perimeter of the forest with my marker, tracing its edges carefully, and stepped back again to stare at it. My eyes became so sharply focused, I started to feel like I would never need to blink them again.

Suddenly, everything around my shifts and morphs into something unfamiliar. When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in a dense forest. Tall ancient trees loom overhead, casting eerie shadows upon the forest floor. The air is thick with an otherworldly stillness, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl. Curiosity courses through my veins as I walk deeper into the forest, following a narrow dirt path that seems to appear out of nowhere. The path leads me further into the heart of the woods, where the sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick canopy above. I cannot help but feel a sense of anticipation tinged with trepidation.

He was not a wolf that demanded space. Nor one that consumed it. He occupied his shape completely. When she rose at last, he rose with her. No signal passed between them. None was needed. They ran again, shorter this time, weaving through denser growth until the scent of the outer territory began to return and dusk gathered blue between the trunks. Near the forest’s edge, they slowed. The boundary between wild and walked land lay just ahead. Neither crossed it immediately. Liniluna understood why without examining the thought.

The corn was no longer a golden harvest; it was a rotting, ten-foot-tall maze of yellowed stalks and razor-sharp leaves. In the week since the Electromagnetic Reset, the fields had become a Liminal Space (a place of transition between two states), smelling of fermenting sugar and stagnant water. Above, a Blood-Red Moon—tinted by the lingering atmospheric dust of the Spire’s collapse—hung in the sky like a bruised eye.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

Said Hayden sharply. “I’m trying to steer your gaze, Cory. Up. Look up!” Said Sprout. She looked up and gasped. There was a sheer film of some sort separating one side of the forest from the next like an impossible large curtain. It stretched upwards and outwards indefinitely. It shimmered faintly. Cory heard a soft noise as if the veil was sighing gently in a chorus of melodious voices. “Can you hear it?” Whispered Sprout. “Yes,” said Cory back softly.