Meadow Of Ash Trees Novels & Stories

I replied and stood up. "Wait..... Where's the most secluded part of this kingdom?" I asked "The devil trees" Amos replied "What's that?" I asked "They're five trees that formed a circle, they are weirdly shaped and scary. There's a myth that the trees bring badluck for anyone who steps in. So no one dares to go closer" Amos explained while I listened with rapt attention "Where's it located?" I asked and he gave me the description. I stood up and Amos stood up after me

How can I escape from what is inside my head? The soft breeze kissed my skin as soon as I got off my car. It feels good now to say that. "My car." I stood amidst many giant trees, there are oak, beech, maple, elm, birch, willow, and hickory trees. They stood tall, fierce, strong, or did I felt like that? I love to roam here early morning. No one comes here, no vehicle passes by. I think this is the most peaceful place on the planet earth. I wanted to go further and explore what's beyond where I can't reach. But that would leave Sasha out of breath. She has always been worrying about me strolling in a place like this.

”Are you alright? “Yes.” I say, even though I am and I’m not. I can’t explain it because I don’t fully understand it myself so go for the easiest answer. He falls into step beside me. The territory between Ashveil and Blackridge is not what I expected. The forest comes to life around me. The ancient trees whispered secrets to the wind, and the trees crashed against each other like drums in the hands of a giant. The place has a serene feeling to it. Suddenly, there’s a shift in the air.

"Step where I step." We moved deeper into the woods. The trees here were wrong. Their bark was black and slick, oozing a sap that smelled like copper. The leaves were gray. This place had been touched by dark magic centuries ago, twisted during the First War. Snap. Ashren froze mid-step. He didn't turn around. He slowly reached back and pushed me behind a large oak tree. "Don't breathe," he mouthed. I pressed my back against the rough bark, my hand covering my mouth.

he drove through the narrow gravel driveway nestled between the overgrowth of fir trees, some of them so tall that it was impossible to see the top, especially with the fog covering everything like a blanket. Finally, after five minutes of driving, I could see the beautiful Victorian house looming amidst the trees. Asher turned the ignition off and then took a deep breath before turning to me. “Ready?” he asked. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Let’s try our best,” he mumbled, and then climbed out and walked over to open my door. I inhaled the cold, fresh air deeply, laced with the scent of fir, and released a deep breath to get rid of the heaviness in my chest.

“I’d love that. When do we go?” “Now,” he said with a smirk. “If you’re ready.” June’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now now?” “There’s no time like the present, right?” Xander stood and offered her his hand. “Come on, let’s give him a surprise visit.” As they drove, June gazed out the window, taking in the change of scenery as the city slowly gave way to the lush, upscale countryside. The route was serene—winding roads lined with tall trees and immaculate hedges. She turned to Xander, smiling.

Information kept you alive longer than panic. The ground was rich and dark, nothing like the pale, root-dry soil of the woodland he'd grown up running. The trees here were predominantly oak and ash but older than any he had seen — their trunks wider than three men standing abreast, their bark deeply furrowed and grey-brown, carved by decades into faces and animals and shapes that the eye kept trying to make meaning of. The air smelled of earth and green things and underneath both of those, faint as a memory, something herbal and clean that he couldn't name.

I cursed them a lot, but having too much of their attention was far better than being left alone. Once I could finally walk on my own, I could admire the beauty of Ash's secretly hidden grounds. The estate had been built high in the Spes Mountains and was surrounded by the Golden Forest. The name of the forest was quite literal since all the trees had shimmering yellow-golden leaves. Ash's property spread across several acres of land, including a large clearing in the middle of the forest—the place where his army set up their tents. "This place… It's another power spot, isn't it?" I asked, feeling the force vibrating beneath the ground.

His palm was warm, his grip unyielding. "Two hours to the Ashen Field," he said. "Let's go end this." The drive was silent. The Ashen Field lay in the heart of the Valdivian Forest—a stretch of ancient, neutral territory that no pack dared to claim. As we drove deeper into the woods, the trees changed. The vibrant green pines gave way to twisted, blackened trunks. The ground turned grey, covered in a layer of ash that never blew away. It was a graveyard. A burn pit where thousands of wolves had died centuries ago.

I said with a smile. “…Yes, master,” Asha said with a despondent look with her ears drooping down. I know I’m scary when I’m angry… but with that look on her face— it makes me seem that I’m the bad guy here. “Myaster… this tree— is it a Celestial Luminous…?” Felix suddenly murmured. “Oh…? You have seen it before… at Dómr’s place?” “But this one is larger, nya.” “This tree… was meant to mourn for the dead. Is my mother… buried here…?” Asha asks me.