The Man In The Woods Book Novels & Stories

Soon, my pizza arrived and I had my dinner peacefully. ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Into the woods, there was a tall man walking deep into the wild treeline. The weather was foggy and no one was around. The place was pretty scary. Anyone could be scared by just hearing about a deep dark part of the forest. But that tall man did not look scared at all. He looked absolutely fine. He reached closer towards a big tree. He started chanting something as he set his palm on the huge log of the tree. The log started burning in a few seconds. A big hole appeared in the tree.

And so as she watch her mum’s slender figure disappear into the shadows of the night, all she could was seat still just as she had been instructed, wiping the tears with the back of her palms from time to time until she fell asleep right there out in the night, worn out by all the tears she had to cry, and the thoughts of abandonment she had to sieve through in her head. The kids her age in the orphanage didn’t really make it easy to have friends. They called her “crazy Mowgli”, and it wasn’t until she was able to read and write that she could truly understand what the words meant and how she had come to be known as that. It was then she found a copy of “The jungle book” in the orphanage lib

he warns. “Yes, but I want to know this one,” I reply. "Maybe someday soon." For now, I've told you as much as I can…” He pauses and looks to his left, hearing something I can't, it seems. As relief covers Henderson's expression, a man walks into the woods. This man is small, shorter than me, but he is very muscular and his head is completely bald. Despite his strong appearance, he has kind eyes and is dressed in strange sailor clothes with a giant belt with a large metal part in the middle.

"Are there anymore like you? I mean, other shifters that aren't wolf shifters..." The man, now half clothed nods. "There were, I'm not sure what happened to any of them. I just found these kids in the woods and have been trying to protect them from the beasts. When the woods were all burned down, I thought all hope was lost." He looks around us at all the green. "But now, now I know we have a chance." He swallows hard as he looks around at each of us. "Are the beasts all gone?"

The man was by the door, stuffing supplies into a large duffel bag. A bag big enough to carry me. My breathing quickened. I twisted against the ropes, ignoring how they dug painfully into my skin. The movement caught his attention. He slowly turned toward me. “Stay quiet,” he growled as he walked closer, “and you might survive this.” My heart hammered against my ribs. Fear threatened to swallow me whole, but anger burned even hotter. I wasn’t going down without a fight. The second he crouched in front of me, I threw both feet forward as hard as I could.

And I knew now that this part of the woods must have been burnt down some time ago. "Are you alright, sir?" I asked and in a blink of an eye, the man stood to his feet. The hairs on the back my neck stood up like antennas. I blinked and in a millisecond he was standing before me. He moved at a speed no human could manage. He smelt like decaying flesh; of death and despair. He cocked his neck to the side, his red eyes analyzing me while his tongue polished the points of his teeth. “What are you?” I whispered. “Your worst nightmare.” His voice was sinister. He grinned and then I saw two long fangs descending from his gums.

I had walked that trail a countless time as a child, yet tonight it felt unfamiliar, almost smaller somehow. As if I no longer belonged to the world beyond the woods. Then I heard it, footsteps. Not an animal, human. I stopped walking instantly. The footsteps stopped too. Cold spread slowly through my chest. Ev every instinct screamed at me to run but exhaustion rooted me in place. Slowly, I reached for the hunting knife at my waist i had stolen back at the village. I turned towards the trees behind me. for a moment, nothing moved. The forest stood silent beneath the moonlight, watching. Then I saw him. the old man stepped from between the trees as though he had always been there.

But everything in me was tense and shaky and… I wanted to sink my teeth into something. Another breeze flowed over me and I inhaled sharply. There were people in the woods tonight. Maybe that thing was there? Maybe I could finally catch it and figure out what the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t even conscious of making the decision, but when I turned into the dark pathway alongside the library, I didn’t stay on the sidewalk, but darted off into the trees, scanning until I found a place I could stash my boots and hoodie—because it seemed like I never felt the cold anymore.

For a moment, the forest held still. Then a figure stumbled out from behind a tree. It wasn't a wolf. It was a man. Ava rushed forward just as the figure collapsed at the edge of the trail. His clothes were torn, stained with blood and soot. He was muttering, his voice cracked and broken. Ashton knelt beside him, rolling the man gently onto his side. His eyes were wide, glazed with terror. "Who did this to you?" Ashton asked, his voice low, steady. The man's gaze flicked to Ava. "The forest... it took them. My pack. Shadows... they screamed—" He choked on the words. "Burned... not fire... worse..."

of the forest. She actually grew up in the woods. Sometimes, she would read a good book in hand, sitting on a tree or on its foot rather than keeping herself locked behind her bedroom walls. For somehow, she had loved the forest. She loved everything about it. It's like a part of her soul which she'd never want to take away. Lost, she walked further into the woods even though she had no idea where she was going. Until at last, she found a tall good-looking tree. She sat on the foot of the tree and leaned her back against it. She opened her book and began to read. A few minutes after reading, she was already lost in the book. As always. "You shouldn't be here," a deep voice suddenly growled.