روايات وقصص ضمن The Man In The Woods Book

It was weak, fragile, but it was there, pulling me forward, guiding me. I followed it, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. If that strange man didn’t save me, how did I save myself? The bond grew stronger, more insistent, leading me deeper into the woods. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I pushed through the underbrush, ignoring the branches that clawed at my skin. And then, I saw him. He was standing in a small clearing, his back to me, his tall, broad figure silhouetted against the pale light of the moon. His presence was overwhelming, dominating the space around him. But there was something else—something dark, dangerous, that set my nerves on e

Gratitude floods through me as I smile thankfully at him, reassured by his unwavering support and love. The dense canopy of the deep woods envelopes me as I step away from the familiar paths of the pack house, seeking solace and solitude among the ancient trees. My heart beats with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I reach underneath my shirt and retrieve the book of enchantments, its weight a comforting presence against my skin.

I ran out into the woods, and by the time I came back to my senses, I had already reached the border and left the pack. I didn’t even know where I was going… I just needed some time to myself to clear my thoughts. It was when I reached a small stream in the woods that I stumbled upon a strange man. He was tall with dark hair, and when he looked at me, I noticed that he had mismatched eyes. One was green, and the other was grey… He was quite handsome and older, but there was something dark about him that froze me in my tracks. I tried to turn back, but he suddenly spoke.

That man was dangerous, but he’d helped me deal with pests before — so I wonder why this time it's a problem for him. I hated coming to this godforsaken part of the woods. Even before the car stopped, a weight settled over my chest, pressing hard and making it difficult to breathe. Still, I forced myself out. My guards flanked me as we made our way through the trees, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot the only noise until the silhouette of his hut appeared ahead. He was always here. Always. This was his den, the place where he hid from the world. One of my guards stepped forward and knocked on the door. Nothing. He knocked again—harder this time—but still silence.

“Let them see what I did to you.” I stayed there. Bent. Shaking. Face against the bark, cunt leaking, thighs trembling. The boy in the woods didn’t move for a long moment. Then, slowly, he stepped back—eyes still locked on mine. His hand dropped from his pants. He turned and disappeared into the trees. It should’ve ended there. But it didn’t. Because the man behind me wasn’t done. He pulled out with a hiss, the wet sound of it obscene, then knelt behind me.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

And I started looking around as large wolves started emerging from the woods everywhere around us. We were so focused on the man in front of us and I was feeling so sick, probably because I could feel what he was feeling, and we were suddenly surrounded by wolves. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. There was a man walking through the woods. He wasn’t in wolf form. He was tall, about 6 foot 8, very muscly, long blonde hair and green eyes. He had perfect features and looked absolutely gorgeous, but I knew who he was the second that I saw him.

He didn’t stop and continued pulling me before I properly had my footing again. The woods around us were thick, even thicker than where Xavier lived, and I almost collided into him as he suddenly stopped. I was panting as if I had been running for a mile when a man appeared from behind a tree, his body cloaked in darkness. I squinted to see his face, but I could only make out an outline. Soon I gave up, deciding instead to focus on catching my breath. “That’s a human,” the man said and I stopped breathing. “Why is there a human here?”

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.