Nature Mage Ashto's Slow Life In An Abandoned Forest Novels & Stories

“But you must focus… on the pulse of the forest… and on your own.” She closed her eyes, inhaling the rich, electric scent of the living woods, feeling Thalen’s warmth at her side, sensing the raw power that hummed between them. Her hands pressed firmly into the roots, energy surging from her fingertips. The forest responded immediately, twisting and curling, wrapping the corrupted creature in a cage of living wood. Moonfire flared again, brilliant arcs of silver light burning across the clearing.

Outside the courtyard, the shadow of the dense pine forest stretched out before us like a dark velvet blanket, shrouded in thick, swirling white fog. As we crossed the outer drawbridge, Asher pulled his horse alongside mine. He looked back one last time at the fortified keep behind us, then turned his blazing golden eyes toward the eerie, mist-covered treeline ahead. "The Whispering Woods don't like trespassers, little wolf," Asher said, his voice dropping into a dark rumble as he checked the hilt of his broadsword. "Keep your warden magic close. The trees will test us the moment we cross the threshold."

"Well done." ~*~*~ [Xavier] They stood in front of their people, head held high. He knew they had a long way to go. He knew a lot of other creatures were yet to accept the mages whole-heartedly but he couldn't suppress the proud smile on his face as his heart filled with love and warmth for his Queen. The Council had arranged for a grand coronation. This time his mate was crowned as she truly should have been—as the Mage Queen. This time she was smiling radiantly as she looked at her found family looking at her with pride and reverence. No longer were the mages caged in Blackmist Forest. They had settled in a quiet place, continuing with their lives. He raised their intertwined fingers and b

It was in an ancient language and Ashley did not recall it. Ashley mind linked to the forest the way that she had a gift to. She could link with the root system of the trees and communicate the way mushrooms can. The entire forest seemed to thicken and swell. A cool gentle breeze blew into the courtyard inside the Bloodmoon Mountain Pack’s territory. The inhabitants felt that breeze and their hairs stood up on their spines. Cracking and rustling of leaves boomed out from the surrounding forest. A light began to glow and the branches were extending to the ground, gently weaving and twisting around each other to create a lattice around them. The branches wrapped into twisted strong fences.

"You’re a trouble magnet. Did you know that?" Ashton huffed as we ran through the forest. Limbs snagged at our skin and clothes, while roots threatened to trip us. Behind I could still hear the dark mages giving chase. Whatever it was that they were doing, they really didn’t want it to get out. "I told you if we got caught, it was on you." I reminded him in annoyance. "And is now really the time to insult me?" "I may not get another chance to say this." Ashton responded while picking up his pace. His eyes flashed as he looked behind us and spotted the dark mages that were quickly closing the distance between us. "We are going to need to shift. We are quicker in our wolf forms."

Something was dangling in his mind, something that could alter the fate he thought to share with his mate. His mind grew hazy, not that he was not aware that Amethyst was a witch— he never knew that she was the "famous" Moon Crawler. He stood in the same spot for quite a long time, contemplating a dreadful "deed". "Forest of Soul Eater." The old man's words displayed in his mind. He turned his feet towards the forest that everyone else was afraid to step into. Both of his hands were clenched into fists— he violently pushed people off his way.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

Alisa was confused by the answer. “Oh..., you didn’t realize it, did you, Alisa? This place is surrounded by dense forest and covered with protective magic. Ordinary people, let alone those with evil intentions, will get lost if they force their way into this residence,” he said. “Oh, is that how it is?” One of the maids explained again. “Young Mistress’s eldest cousin, Madam Natalie von Schneider, protected this residence with the ‘Skogur Skyoldir’ magic which can grow forests around it. Anyone with bad intentions will get lost if they enter this forest and will never be able to return.”

But the dark magic witch that Ash found has located my soul again, and her magic keeps the connection between us faint and elusive. Now Ash was using those threads, those lingering traces of our bond. Every day he wrote countless bloody letters, bought magical artifacts claiming they were gifts for me. "Little Wolf loved this enchanted cloak." Ash muttered to himself, dark circles under his eyes. He channeled magic into photographs, signing my name on them. In an instant, the images dissolved into mist, crossing the barrier. "Little Wolf loves the river view. I've bought an enchanted mansion there." "It's for you, my love."

Watching. I took a deep breath and started walking. The Rite of Elderwood had began. My last real chance to prove I wasn’t just Lily’s lesser twin. The forest resisted me almost immediately. Vines slithered toward my ankles like serpents. I burned them away with a sharp burst of flame. The moment I used the magic, the trees around me seemed to shudder. Shadows detached from the trunks — creatures made of darkness and hunger. They lunged at me, drawn to the mana I had released.