The Man In The Woods Book Novels & Stories

And I saw a figure of a man wearing a hood from a distance, he hurries to run away the moment I glance at his location. I heard the beast growl even stronger and I let my feet run flat on the ground, thinking of chasing after the man who helped me. "Wait! hold on!" I attempted to grab his attention yet he only run even faster. I raced to the forest and I felt scared upon seeing myself encircled by the enormous hedges. "Damn!" I hissed in annoyance and halted from running. I could no longer see his silhouette yet one thing caught my attention. "What is this?" I mumbled upon seeing a piece of the page on the ground. I crouched on the dirt to see it clearly and my eyes rounded in surprise the m

his loud voice panicked the horse to stagger back and forth while wriggly its tail. Not so long, the man was dragged out from the woods to the narrow trail that leads to the village my mom and I pack up our tools and the vegetables we harvest and follow the men down to the community. Just a close walk to the community, people had gathered around stood and were already waiting for the arrival, somewhere startled with suspense and others were rejoicing in the victory of the hunters, that they finally catch one of the killers, that murdered Mr. Jones. At that moment I wasn't happy because it feels wrong, although I was not sure if the man I met in the woods could be telling the truth that he ha

I said as I waved my hand without looking back and left him in the woods. After walking for an hour I'm finally nearing my house. " Ughhh... I missed my bed! My body's aching so much lying on that rock." I said. As I'm nearing our house I heard a rustling sound near the exit of the woods. " Oh my god!!! SHE'S HERE!!!" A man's voice shouted. I looked to see the man who shouted and realized he's a high-ranked warrior of the pack. He is topless and sweating which means he must've had a run or something.

“They’re hidden.” “Maybe we’re lost,” I muttered, doubt creeping into my voice. “We arrived in just two days. I thought it would take weeks to find something this sacred.” Zevarion remained calm. “The living book is always right.” I was about to argue, when a man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. One moment the forest was still, and the next, he stood before us, as if he'd stepped straight from the bark of the trees. His skin bore the texture of polished wood, veins etched like roots, and his eyes glowed faintly green.

He despised socializing or staying out in public and always sneaked around the shadows like a rat. He enjoyed hunting women as if they were prey, quietly observing with none the wiser. Such excitement only drove him crazier with delight. - Ten minutes later, the door lock clicked audibly, and Zac sneaked into my room, clearly sober. I felt his weight pressing down on the couch as he sat right beside me. He didn't touch me even though I had supposedly passed out. I hid a smile and decided to raise the bet and turned as if bothered, my fingers brushing against his cheek.

“There is something going on, Rhys. I can feel it, and it is not good. In this town, there is something everyone knows, but they ignore it.” “Let us go to bed.” He told her, leading her to the bed. “Your aunt will expect you to help her with the preparations, and you have not slept a wink.” They laid on the bed, facing each other. Rhys thought of the notebook and wondered. Sophie thought of Celine and wondered. *** The man rushed from his house, cradling the book in his arms as though it were a child. The only evidence that remained was to go. The forest enveloped him, shielding him from any eyes that pried. He looked at him consciously. If this was gone, he could rest well, perhaps.

Elliot. The fire in the living room crackled softly as I knelt beside the unconscious man, cleaning the gashes on his chest with as much care as I could muster. My mind still raced as I tried to piece together what had happened in the woods. The creature behind us. How it suddenly disappeared the moment we were out of the woods. What was it? I glanced up at the man's face, pale and slick with sweat, as I worked on bandaging a particularly nasty cut on his side. Only something as horrible as what was in those woods could have done something like this.

“There’s something beneath the woods. Something older than the trees, maybe even older than the town. I keep hearing it at night—breathing. Not close… but not far, either.” I slammed the book shut. I was shaking. Not from cold. From knowing that maybe… just maybe… she hadn’t been crazy. I curled into her old blanket and tried to sleep, knowing full well that sleep never came easily in Ashwood. But this time—it did. Too easily. Darkness came like ink spilled across the sky, and I was standing in the forest. Not dreaming—living something. The trees looked exactly as they had earlier, only fog rolled in thick like smoke, curling around my ankles. My breath came in puffs. The wind moaned. And ah

It was a bit confusing figuring out what stairs to take but I eventually made my way downstairs and went into the woods, seeking solace and the quiet it would bring. As I made my way through the woods, taking in the beauty of nature and listening to the chirping of the singing birds, a powerful scent filled my nostrils as I approached a clearing. There was a man engrossed with the book in his hands that he didn’t notice me invading his privacy. I was stalking him and following him all the way brought me here and I didn’t know if I should approach him or not so I decided to keep hiding where I was, basking in the thought of us being together in the same space for the first time. I stood there

While his passing was not my primary concern, I was out of substance, and Emil was becoming increasingly agitated. On a night illuminated by a full moon, I ventured into the woods to clear my mind, feeling as though I was losing my grip on reality. A day without drain felt like torment. Suddenly, I caught the scent of another wolf and halted in my tracks. There stood the wolf, gazing at me, and behind it was a man cloaked in dark blue. His face was obscured, but I sensed a powerful presence emanating from him, prompting me to take a step back.