Murmurs In The Forest Once Human Novelas e Histórias

My sensitive ears picked up the sound of a hundred different nocturnal animals scurrying around in the forest. My ears also picked up something else- something a little out of place here. Instantly, I slowed down and stalked through the forest, my ears cocked to hear a repeat of that sound. Yes, I was right. Humans were talking a few yards ahead. I was still so far away and I could not make out what they were saying. Two people were sitting opposite each other in a little clearing.

I may be selfish but if I tell her what I see, she wouldn't believe me. "Wait, I'll just go in the lake" "For?" She looks at me with a disgusting face. As if I did something bad. Hah, we do hate each other to some point "Yeah, whatever" "Call if you need help" "As if I needed you to protect me" "Sure sure" I continued reading the words written behind the map. 'A variation of wild noises, which were caused by birds and insects, added life to the forest, and were in harmony with the occasional howl of a large pack of wolf as they declare the dominancy of their wolfpack as the ruler of the Erhendem'

, thanks but no thanks to my sire. The first step I took crunched a dead, dry leaf on the wood's bed; I paused to listen for a sound, any movement. There was none. Phew. I placed a hand on my chest in order to steady my quickened heartbeat. I think the last thing I wanted right now was to be cut. But that thought disappears once the chilly forest establishes itself to me. The dark forest defines the eerie silence by the dark tree trunks, and barely visible dark trails of huge tree roots snaked through the forest floor. The moon—almost faded—managed to shine through a lattice of leaves, patchy sky, and barely seen stars, which were already giving way for morning as well, as seen in glimpses t

the branch became two then three then bunches of branches all going and leading me some where, and I am following it out of curiosity, if I stop to look behind me , they grap and push me forward, as the way became baved for me all trees making a way even pushing rocks , Shrubberies coming closer to each other leaving enough space for me to pass through, I looked behind to see all my trace is being erased , even the rocks are being build in a wall behind me by the branches , it did give me chills of creep but somehow i felt the greatness of it . this forest used to have the most terrible reputation over the years , even mom feared it , they said no animal can walk within it , it's lifeless ,

I mirrored his gesture, my own hand extended, palm open, ready to receive the magical essence he was about to share. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it the scent of earth and moss. The night was alive with the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, a symphony of nature's hidden melodies. Despite the serenity of the forest, my heart pounded in my chest, echoing the urgency of our mission.

We wouldn't give up, not now, not ever. Suddenly, the natural sounds of the forest shifted—a slight breeze rustling the leaves, a distant call of an unseen bird. I felt a breath against my ear, a voice so soft it barely disturbed the air. "Mummy," it said, barely audible yet clear as a bell in my heart.

every attempt they made to fight against the waves emitted by this radiation proved abortive and, instantly, they were blown away. the forest became silent except for the rustling and creepy sounds of cricket. forest animals began to crawl out, perhaps to feast or take a glance at this man who could be probably dead. in the midst of this silent, an unwelcomed noise was heard. it was the knocking sound of a woman's heels, the animals around ran into hiding as her red flowing gown caused them to flee. it swept across the dried leaves, leaving a rattling sound behind. her entrance into the woods quelled the cries of wolves.

“You just appeared out of nowhere.” He didn’t pretend not to understand. “We’ve been watching the edges for weeks,” he said. “There are signs before awakenings. Things that stop singing all at once. Tracks that don’t belong. The air goes… still. Somebody had to be where you were before someone else was.” “Someone else.” The phrase landed like cold water. “As in… more not-entirely-human people? Things?” He let out a small breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “The forest isn’t empty, Aria.”

Caelan The forest isn’t quiet. Not to me. Not anymore. It hums under my skin like a warning, like the prelude to a song I already know the ending to. The trees here don’t breathe, they listen. And the moss doesn’t soften footsteps, it memorizes them. The mortals don’t hear it. Not clearly. The wolf-kin among them feel pieces of it. Ripples along the spine, some ancient echo in the blood. But none of them see what I see.

Eve’s POV I stopped shrinking when I realized the forest was still listening, it wasn’t listening the way a prey listens for danger or the way wolves listen for orders, it was listening in the way a father would listen to a child,it listened in the way the ancient listens when it recognizes its own name spoken aloud after centuries of silence. I had spent a long time trying so hard to be quiet, to be the definition of perfect for a world that would end me without baiting an eyelid