Pinwheel Forest Novels & Stories

he said confidently. " I've you tried this before?" I asked him. " Yes we do it a lot in our pack" he replied. " Set things ablaze?" Mitchell asked surprised. The pine pack is known for their peace. What then could he be talking about. Gabriel smiled. "No Sir. We do that when the rain is late and our plants are almost dying. We send ravens out to water them for us in that method and it works perfectly" he explained. " Oh" Mitchell said. " If that's it, it's then a brilliant idea" he agreed. " How large is the plantation?" He asked.

‘I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Hope finishes it for me, and smiled at me. A world that is less traveled. Unlike downtown New York, the air is crisp and fresh and wild animals roam the land which is rich in vegetation and greenery. During its lifetime over half a million deciduous and evergreen trees have been planted all over the property. “Home sweet home.” I put my arm around Hope as we got out of the car and stood in front of the dramatic striking and architectural profound Pines Lodge against this tapestry of tall trees.

“What is this?” Devin frowned as I placed the wedding card of mine and Nathan in front of him on the table. Devin was one of my two friends. I didn’t have many people in my life to relay from childhood; I spent my elementary and most of my high school without friends until Penny came along in the form of an enemy. She was the one who made my life easy and entertaining during those two years of my life. It was nice having someone to rely on, sharing thoughts and happiness with another female who could understand you.

He prayed silently, nothing would happen. Randu pulled her leg, seeking attention. Perhaps she thought she is still not allowed to speak, indeed Burdak had not told her that they had passed through the moss forest. They entered an area called Pine-five. Why is it called like that..because along this area can only live as many as five pine trees? It can't be less and it can't be more. Each tree is hundreds of meters away from one another. Burdak raised Randu's hand to help him up. He tried to take his eyes off the fog.

Serene froze, the memory resurfacing with stark clarity. Back then, they had made a game of it. She and her friends tied the ring securely to a fishing line and cast it into the sea, promising that whoever brought a date willing to retrieve it would win the prime piece of land in the city’s north end. Despite their teasing, no one dared jump into the icy waters—except Allen. With a calm expression, he asked the group if the bet was genuine. After receiving confirmation and a signed deed, he leapt into the waves without hesitation.

Searching for the part where I argued, where I insisted on doing something reckless. It wasn't there. "I go. You and Ariana hold back at distance. Close enough to reach me, far enough that whoever this is believes I came alone." Valtherion considered this. Then nodded. "Midnight?" "Midnight." Moonwood Forest was older than Silvermere. Older than the pack territories, older than any living wolf's memory. The trees were massive. Trunks wider than cars, canopy so dense that moonlight filtered down in broken silver shafts like light through cathedral glass.

We barely had time to roll aside before thick tree trunks erupted from the earth, slamming upward like nature itself was rebelling. Branches spread above, weaving together until the sky was gone. The canopy swallowed the light, leaving behind a dim green twilight. Damp moss coated the ground. The air turned heavy and humid. Somewhere above, birds scattered with warning cries. Pelin groaned, brushing leaves from her hair. “Oh great,” she muttered. “She made us a forest.” Leaves rustled above, Somewhere in the canopy, a crow screeched and took flight, vanishing into the gloom.

An elder stepped forward in long white robes, holding a carved staff as the hall fell quiet. “This trial,” he began, voice deep and slow, “will test your instincts and resourcefulness. You will each enter the Shadowpine Forest. Hidden within the trees are moon crystals—rare stones only visible to the keen-eyed.” The crowd rippled. “You must retrieve three crystals and return before sunset. No weapons. No allies. You leave alone. You return alone. Only three will move to the final round.” A horn sounded, long and low. And just like that, without a word, we moved.

Kieran The Blind Woods live up to their name. The trees here are ancient, their canopies woven together so tightly that they strangle the moonlight before it hits the forest floor. It’s a world of gray shadows and black pits, smelling of wet rot and pine needles that have been decomposing since the First Pack ran these hills. The adrenaline in my blood is a physical noise, a high-pitched whine that drowns out the wind in the branches. The image of those ten pyres is burned into my retinas. The smell of the smoke is still stuck in the back of my throat, coating my tongue like ash.

Gem drove like an absolute maniac down the windy and dusty road. We hadn’t told my parents the full details yet, but the truth was , Gem was taking us way past the pack borders into a different territory. The Silver Wings Forest. It was rumored to be a mystical forest filled with all kinds of supernaturals. It was said to protect wolves and witches from vampires, which made it one of the safest places outside the pack grounds. Still, there was something eerie about it,like you didn’t really go there unless you had a reason.