The Wild Edge Of Sorrow Novels & Stories

I hug him before turning to leave again. ‘Liberty we did lose something tonight huh?’ I feel her nodding her head in my mind. ‘No one as much as Wilder and Zander. We can only hope that this is the case where not all things lost stay lost forever.’ Tears build in my eyes at the devastation in my wolf’s voice. (Wilder POV)

That grief doesn’t end us it shapes us. Thank you for carrying us until we could walk. Now go walk where no one’s watching. Live freely. And if you miss us, light a lantern. We’ll always answer. 2014 Elira 7. The Walk Beyond the Grove So I did what she asked. I walked. Past the edge of Duskfall. Past the Hollow Grove. Past where the Spiral saplings bloomed. No title. No task. No tether. Just me. And the wind at my back. Still becoming. Always.

The world was bleeding around me. The air itself tasted of iron and sorrow, of everything that had been lost and everything still left to lose. The Veil loomed ahead—black, pulsing, alive. Its shadow crawled across the ground like claws dragging reality apart. My wolf snarled inside me, desperate to fight, but my body trembled with exhaustion. The last battle had torn through the forest like wildfire. Burned trees, shattered earth, and broken hearts were all that remained.

It unfolds, then wilts, dissolving into chaotic stardust and singing pollen. The cost is written in my grotesque, overgrown realm-body, thrashing at the edge of control. The Wild Gardener, our monstrous child, turns its supernova eyes towards the containment field. Towards the Unraveler.

Ashani stood frozen at the edge of the chasm, her pulse pounding in her ears as the echoes of Clara’s disappearance reverberated through the air. The earth around them was no longer still. The very roots of WildWood seemed to breathe, pulsating with a life of their own, a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat, and every step she took closer to the hole seemed to make the pull stronger.

The forest edge met the riverbank in a tangle of reeds and shadows, a narrow strip where the village’s mundane world faded into wild, untamed nature. Elara approached cautiously, heart hammering, aware of the villagers in the distance yet too close for comfort. The bond pulsed through her, insistent, alive, a thread pulling her toward him with every step.

She heard a macaw rustle a branch before flying off into the still evening. ‘This is just the last and only thing I’d ever ask you. Just set me see her and I won’t resist you taking me off to somewhere I have no business being.’ Her shimmered as she spoke, with her face telling a story of untold grief. Nothing prepared her for the callused palms that dug into her arm. He dragged her upright, and when she unknowingly put weight on her right leg, pain shot up her leg from her ankle. A wince escaped her lips unchecked.

Edge turned around and barked at Wilder furiously, “I am not thinking about Twilight! Get out!” Wilder gave him a weird stare, “Bro, I was talking about Alpha Fenriz. The mess up in the project file?” Edge’s face fell as he realized what he had blurted out. He turned around again and took a deep breath with his eyes clenched shut. Wilder had never seen Edge so unstable with his emotions like this. After a moment, Edge finally revealed everything that had happened to Wilder. From the engagement agreement to what he had done to her at the cemetery.

--- Two Days Later — Edge of the Wyrmwood They stood at the boundary of death. The Wyrmwood was a stretch of land where nothing natural survived. The trees were blackened husks, their bark split and oozing red sap. The soil was cracked and lifeless, humming faintly with necrotic magic. A thin fog clung to the air, thick enough to mute sound and distort light. Lucien knelt and touched the ground. “This place is wrong. We’ll have to be careful. Step wrong and the land itself can twist your mind.”

"You saved it." But their attention was quickly drawn away from the beauty. Ahead of them, at the very edge of this new reality, was the Wound. It was worse than Sela had described. It wasn't just a hole. It was a raging storm of nothingness. It was like looking into a waterfall of static that erased everything it touched. The edges of the new universe were constantly being pulled into it, the blue grass and pink sky dissolving into grey static before being consumed by the void.