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

But, I knew from the last time that the soul keepers — in charge of everything happening in these woods — would ensure that we find nothing to eat, keeping all the food sources away, I wouldn't be surprised if they had us going around in circles without us realizing it either. They were messing with everything, instead of food, they were sending haunting creatures that couldn't be eaten but could devour us in turn, lurking, their silent eyes watching while waiting for the commands of the soul keepers. After several long hours of tirelessly searching and finding nothing but tangled vines and echoes of distant animals that were never close enough, Ashton suddenly drops his blade onto the mossy

XAVIER ASHERIUS'S POV All of the trees in the Nameless Forest had leaves that were turning orange and yellow by the time autumn arrived. The dry grass crunched beneath our feet as we came to a quiet stop not far from the cave we were heading to. Other than the wind whistling and the chirping of migrant birds, there was no sound. At that point, the silence in the area made me uneasy. A black wolf next to me pricked up his ears and glared towards the cave entrance. I told the mages to go into the cave and assess the situation first, while the other wolves dispersed behind us.

“With more than half of my magic depleted, I needed nourishment from the earth to keep my seed from dying, and so, I left the tree. I walked the world in human form, searching for a land I could plant it where it would be safe and be nourished by the earth but there was almost none. The humans were at war with each other, trying to claim lands and riches, soiling the earth with their blood and hatred. It created negative energy, making the soil uninhabitable for my seed. I wandered among the humans for years, my seed getting dry and brittle. Just when I thought I would never find land, I found Ashenmore, the land of the humans who forced us into hiding.”

I followed his lead, my eyes locked on the path ahead as he gestured for me to follow. "This way, sir," he said, guiding me down a narrow, winding path that disappeared into the shadows of the surrounding trees. As we observed the settlement, I noticed the magic shielding the Necromancers beginning to wane, its potency dwindling. The border between their sanctuary and our position grew increasingly tenuous, marked by a faint, shimmering haze. It was clear that the magic was being manipulated, and as we peered through the trees, we caught glimpses of the Necromancers scurrying about within. This was a sight that would have remained hidden from mortal eyes, but to us, it was a beacon illuminat

Night held its breath as the wind bore Krishna's final promise into the trees. She was not lost. Not quite. And she would return. The forest of Brunschiere lay oddly silent, as if Nature herself held her breath to mourn. Among the towering trees of Brunschiere, a land steeped in ancient magic, a faint green light flickered—a fragile heartbeat in the void. The air shimmered, as if the forest itself recognized the significance of the moment. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting pale streaks onto the forest floor, where Ignatious West carried Krishna's lifeless body in his arms. Her charred form, once radiant and full of life, was barely recognizable. The acrid smell of burned f

“Go on.” “A mage. One willing to get us through the Cursed Forest.” My pulse kicked. “Mages don’t work for the crown.” “This one doesn’t care. He’s not loyal to anyone but he’s willing to negotiate.” “Where is he?” “Not far. But…” Magnus lowered his voice. “He’s tricky and dangerous.” I smirked. “Good. So am I.” Magnus didn't argue. He turned and led the way. ---- The old mage sat inside what seemed to be a poorly lit tomb. His long, bony fingers tapping against a wooden staff that looked as old as he did. His sharp eyes followed Magnus and I as we stepped inside.

He wasn’t there, but one of his men servants were. “Where is the Mage?” I asked gently. “He left not quite a long time ago”, he answered. “Where to?” “He didn’t say, but the safest guess would be in the forest to pick herbs” I nodded and smiled. I sauntered into the forest, trying to catch his scent. I caught a faint small and I followed it down an eerie path. It led to an opening in the forest with water falls at the sides. I have never been here. The air was calm and soothing and there was this feeling of peace surging through my being.

Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret. Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up. Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago. I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.

Her environment was engulfed in darkness and moonlight from above barely penetrated the thick branches of the woods. It was already late at night. Asty hopped down and started sprinting faster and faster, it didn't matter if the scars under her feet ripped more, or whether her joints and muscles were sore, all she wanted to do was to leap around that fence that had always been a safer place. All she wanted is to never let his father's sacrifice go to waste. An hour had passed. Asty was still running, constantly stopping to catch a breath of air. Sometimes, she would see a few glowing creatures that would light up her way. They were passive Night Hallows, a thing the village calls the spirit

There was a very heavy beaming light that was spread all around the forest. It seems to be very peaceful here. However, there were a few chirping sounds of birds, a heavy breeze hitting the top of these enormous trees. Really breathtaking to Mira. “How much longer are we going to drive?” She asked Mage, as the driver went on driving in the most luxurious car, going through the dense forest. He too, was an enormous man, looking very powerful. Mage looked at her through the mirror.