Spire In The Woods Novels & Stories

Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon. ... Tristan saw the video of Leon proposing to Esther. It was the middle of the night. The house without Esther seemed empty and lifeless. He couldn't fall asleep. The truth was, it had been a long time since he'd had a good night's rest. That night, as he scrolled through his phone, he saw the whole internet buzzing over a proposal video. The moment he clicked on it, his blood ran cold. The thumbnail was Esther's radiant smile. It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that.

Or maybe she was claiming it. She whispered something. Too soft for me to catch. I leaned closer. “Say it again.” She didn’t. Instead, she pressed her hand flat against the spiral a second time, this time with the fresh cut bleeding freely into the stone. And this time— The Wilds bowed. Not literally. But the wind snapped downward. The branches above groaned. A pulse of heat rolled through the cold like a heartbeat. The spiral lit—not with flame, but with ash. Ash swirled from the rocks. From the trees. From the very snow.

"What?" "Beside riverwood park," I said a little louder. "What?" "Beside riverwood park, dumbass." I shouted this time, looking at him straight in the eyes. It was supposed to be a mistake. I wasn't suppose to look into his eyes because I'll get nightmares out of it. But I noticed something. His eyes aren't green. They're blue now. What? Brayden must've noticed me staring. "Yes?" "Your eyes- I mean, um, nevermind."

All he saw were some spirits of some looking men coming from far, they were meandering in between the trees, staggering here and there. Abednego's horrible adventures and meeting that old woman Matendechere, made him learn much more about spirits in the unseen world of evil forest. He hid under a place where there was total shadow, he slowly, made his way there without making any noise. He positioned himself in a place where he could take a clear view of this kind of creatures. One of them was biting something, Abednego couldn't make up what it could have been.

It was confusing to her she thought they could drive there, Nicole was not ready to walk, “I imagined we would drive to the place,” she uttered. “How do you intend on driving to a river in the middle of the woods, expect you know something I don’t,” he told her sarcastically, “are you scared of the woods?” he asked Nicole. “why would I ever be? It was just a thought,” she explained. “I could not see any river in view so it seems quite a distance from here, moreover how did you ever even find it? Like what in the world were you looking for in these woods that dragged you deep inside,” Nicole asked.

Félix shouted. He was already in the rigging of the Spire, his emerald aura flared into a jagged, defensive perimeter. Behind him, Runa and the Deep Woods wolves were moving through the branches with a frantic, lethal grace, their bone-daggers coated in the cooling quartz-oil Nathaniel had concocted.

"The Fourteenth Tier didn't dissolve when we broke the desk, Sara. It just went cold. The red signal on the peaks... it’s a line of code that hasn't been executed yet." "Let it stay up there," Elias said, throwing a heavy split log onto the central hearth. The sparks flew up toward the smoke-hole, tracking against the wooden stars like a constellation of short-lived rebels. "The snow in the high passes will be ten feet deep by next moon. If there’s an asset left in the Spire, it’ll have to learn how to eat ice before it reaches this mud." I sat on a three-legged stool by the ledger-table, the cedar pen resting between my fingers. The skin of my palm was still gray where the printer's ink had

The moonlight didn't passed by the branches and leaves making the woods dark. "You see, Zachary... You're not the only one who have secrets." Sierra lifted her hand and on her index finger a small flame is dancing with the wind. "I see..." So she can control her fire now huh. But what exactly is her race? "I'm a Guardian... A fire guardian." she revealed her true identity. "At first I didn't know I have this kind of power within me. But when I arrived at Canis Lupus this happened. No, actually this started when I first met you."

Behind them the cracks in the spire dulled, closing slightly, as if waiting. Dawn broke as a pale smear of light behind the bruised clouds. The silver forest below glowed faintly, each trunk shimmering like a blade. On the platform Ava watched Silas and Mara shoulder their packs. The token pulsed faintly in her palm, a steady heartbeat, as if warning her to hold fast. “Keep the circle intact,” Silas told Lyra for the third time. His voice was hoarse from lack of sleep. “If the spire flares, anchor Ava and don’t let her touch the seam without a link.”

The Spire didn't just fall; it vanished into a hole in the earth, leaving behind a massive cloud of black dust that tasted like copper and old magic. Elias stood at the edge of the crater, his chest heaving. In his arms, he held the young girl he had pulled from the glass tube. She was so light, her bones feeling like dry twigs under her pale skin. Around him, the snowy forest was no longer white. It was covered in gray ash.