Village Hidden In The Leaves Novels & Stories

His head turned to his shoulders, and snow began to fall. “This is Velidia, the Winter Region of Noyuh.” Winzi smiled proudly. “Wow!” he gasped. He surveyed the surroundings, and everything was covered in ice. Some trees were frozen, and others bathed in snow. A bluish plant spread out around, and their luminous violet flowers gave a bewitching vibe. “This is magical!” he exclaimed. A particular tree caught his attention, it bears a circular red fruit similar to a cherry, and the branches shielded by snow.

Even as the sun descended over the mountain and submerged the city in darkness, no lights lit up. I remembered something that Nimu had said and stiffly dug my hands in the forest ground. White Birch was a small village placed in the centre of a large plain. They had nowhere to hide if they were attacked, which made little sense. They had to have some sort of escape route. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. The pounding rush of blood in my ears slowed, and eventually, I saw the beating heart of the forest through the white squiggly lines. Each time the forest beat, a bright light passed through the lines and continued its way into the distance. Each tree root went down, deeper into

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

“Now go hide. Our enemies are almost upon us.” Leesa scrambled away and dove into the stand of mountain laurel. She stretched out prostrate on the ground behind some of the leafiest branches and pressed herself as deeply as possible into the layer of dead leaves that had collected there. The smell of decaying leaves and the damp earth beneath them filled her nostrils. Satisfied that she had hidden herself as completely as possible, she twisted her head so she could watch. From where she lay, she could see both the highway and the avatar.

"And they will be born into a world where no one dares to touch a healer. We move now. Every warrior, every wolf, every shadow. We leave nothing but snow behind us." The ride to the hidden valley was a nightmare of speed and silence. We didn't talk. The bond between us was a taut wire, humming with the shared agony of Maya’s capture. When we reached the ridge overlooking the village, I fell to my knees. The beautiful, herb-scented cottage was a blackened skeleton. The gardens where Maya had sung to her cabbages were trampled by heavy boots and stained with the silver-blue blood of our kind. The air didn't smell like lavender anymore; it smelled like mountain ash and burnt hair.

The Hidden Bowl defies normal geography, its magic creating a microclimate of lush vegetation and clean, sweet air. The paths wind between buildings of weathered stone, past training areas already filled with members practicing combat moves, around gardens bursting with plants I can't name. I walk aimlessly at first, simply absorbing the strangeness and beauty of this hidden world while my thoughts circle back to Rain. The way he carried me, as if I weighed nothing. The unexpected smile that transformed his face from cold authority to something heart-stoppingly beautiful. The restraint in his touch even as the bond between us pulsed with awareness. What changed last night? And why disappear

He didn’t withdraw. His hand stayed in mine. The group moved quietly through the tall grass. The wind brushed against us, cool and constant. In the distance, hidden beneath the slope of the land and half-covered by vines and old stone I saw it. A doorway. Low. Narrow. Invisible unless you knew exactly where to look. We approached it slowly. Lena exhaled softly. “I never would’ve found this.” “You weren’t meant to,” Ethan said.

I looked up to see the place he brought me to. As we got closer I could make out a small village. The entrance was hidden behind a thick curtain of leaves, creeping vines and trees which probably served as a protection against other clans and wildlife. The village was divided into different chambers and corridors. I saw different werewolves in their wolf form as we walked past and men, women and children going about their daily routine.

“Because we’ll move before they strike.” June looked up. “Move where?” Harper turned a page and held up a yellowed map, its corners burnt and edges marked in strange ink. “There’s a place. Far north, past Council territory. A village built in secret centuries ago. Hidden by witches, guarded by wolves. It’s where hybrids once found safety.” “You think it still exists?” Liam asked. “I know it does. But getting there…” Harper traced the route on the map. “It means passing through terrain they control. And they’ll know we’re coming.”

The old, abandoned building stands tall in the heart of the jungle, hidden from the prying eyes of the kingdom. The moonlight filters through the thick foliage, casting eerie shadows on the ground as Thea reaches the entrance of the building. She cautiously looks around to ensure she's not being followed before slipping inside. She pushes through the dense foliage of the deep jungle, her steps guided by both determination and a sense of urgency. Finally, she arrives at an old, forgotten building hidden within the heart of the forest. The inside of the building is dark and musty, with ancient cobwebs hanging in the corners. Thea moves through the labyrinthine hallways with familiarity, as if