Spire In The Woods Novels & Stories

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

Ezekiel I stood on the shaky ladder, heart hammering against my ribs as I peered through Nyla’s window. The damn thing wobbled with every breath I took, but I didn’t care. Not tonight. “Can you tell me what’s going on first?” she whispered, her voice tight with frustration. “Let me in so we can talk properly,” I pleaded. “I can’t explain myself out here like this. The ladder’s shaking, and you don’t want your brother to catch me, right?”

''Ezra said, ''Everyone is dead beside me; the battlefield becomes a pool of blood. I am being sucked into the pool of blood my head goes under, and I can't breathe. I knew it was the end of me, but then suddenly I appear in the woods. I am standing in front of a bush that I let on fire. I am staring at it in amazement. Even though I am in the woods, the brush didn't set fire to the other trees. Then I hear the bush call my name, but I never answer. Ezra said, ''The dream is a calling; it away for the holy one to communicate with you there nothing to be scared of.

She was starting to feel a little out of control. She turned around, only to see that it was David that brought her to the woods. “Do you know where you are at,” he asked her.” She turned around, glancing around to the landscape around them. “I know we are around Mount Spokane. I really can’t tell you where, but I do know we are there.” David nodded, as he let out a huff. “Well, at least you know that much. And that lake over there,” he asked as he pointed to a big body of water over in the distance.

As I pushed the gate open, it moaned, the sound reverberating menacingly. --- The Spire's interior was a maze of narrow passageways and rough stone walls. Only the dim light from the torches positioned along the walls could penetrate the oppressive darkness. I felt like I was about to drown in the clamor of whispers and shadows that pervaded this place. The warmth of the mate link with Darius flickered like a delicate flame as I pushed my hand to my chest. As I made my way down the depths of the Spire, it served as my anchor and the only thing that kept me afloat.

1: Echoes of the Spiral I dreamed of fire. Not destruction not this time. It was the fire of birth. Of cleansing. It wrapped around me, tender and wild, speaking in the tongue of the Spiral, of gods long-forgotten, of truths buried beneath ash and bone. When I awoke, I was already standing. The Moonspire was quiet, blanketed in the stillness that only followed bloodshed. Yet the Spiral thrummed beneath my skin like a second heart, guiding my steps. I moved through the sleeping camp, past the resting wounded, past Rafael.

Stones arranged in a spiral that hummed with something ancient and hungry. “I know where to go,” I said, already walking before I finished the sentence. Caspian didn’t stop me. Just followed, silent and alert, like a soldier in enemy territory. The path I followed wasn’t real—at least not in any physical way. But my feet knew it. My magic pulled toward it, deeper and deeper into the woods, until the trees opened into a clearing. And I saw it. The place from my vision. The bones of the earth. A hill covered in pale stones, half-swallowed by moss. Vines wrapped around them like veins. And in the center, a tree twisted skyward, black bark gleaming in the dim light, its leaves fluttering like so