Wildwood Chronicles Novels & Stories

After six years of being a ghost in my blood, she had found a way to speak. I let myself go there for a heartbeat, the way she used to laugh when she thought I wasn’t watching, the tiny rebellion in how she crossed her arms when I tried to be clever, how she could disarm a room with a tilt of her chin. She had always been wildfire wearing a dress. The memory warmed and then burned.

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

We turn down the last dirt path to the cabin, the brush on either side of the road growing closer and closer to the road, hiding the path for those that don’t know it’s there. I take a deep breath in, savoring the scent of pine, mulch and wildflowers. It calms the other half of me being out here in the wilderness, feeling the rhythm of this place thrum through my body. “That’s great Wills, it won’t affect your cabin visits, will it?” He asks as the cabin comes into view, the wrap around porch and rocking chairs appearing like a beacon in the dark. He drives to park the truck behind the cabin under the car port and tuns it off.

Before long, she found herself enjoying the beauty of the forest. Many of the leaves were tinged with the yellow and russet which presaged the approaching fall. Dappled light, like gold coins, coloured the forest floor and the scent of pine resin rose from cushions of slender green needles as she walked over them. The grey-brown bulk of the settlement was visible through the trees and she kept it always on her right, making certain that she did not venture too far into the wilderness where tribes of unfriendly natives dwelt.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had a problem: SHE HAD TO RESURRECT THE BLOOD OF WORMWOOD. According to her investigation of the White family, the old mansion was located in the dormitory of the school she was attending. She followed the direction behind the dormitory but still couldn't find anything. She thought to herself that it had been more than a dozen years, it was possible that the wormwood tree had dried up and withered. But the nature of wormwood loves to drink blood, so she used her own blood to seduce the bloodworm tree. As expected, it was not unexpected, when the bloodworm tree encountered blood, it came out of the ground to suck blood to nourish the body after decades of drough

--- 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.”

Her gaze locked on me—not recognition, but dread. Erik whispered through her belly, cold and soft: Little flame. Winter is long. Ash drowns in snow. Nyxara bared her teeth. We’ll see who freezes first. I lifted both hands. Hollowflame surged—not wild but precise, a tide reclaiming its beach. It consumed the altar’s heartwood. It seared the roots. It ate the lie whole. Ash thickened. Wolves bowed deeper, howls braiding into one defiant hymn. And I stood at the center, crowned in Hollowflame.

Alice had tried to talk to her countless times and convince her there was no way a parent could do something like that to their children, but she didn’t listen. “Alice?” Celine insisted. “Mmm?” “I saw something in the woods some years ago.” “What are you talking about, Celine?” “Yes, I saw something in the woods. I tried to talk to Erika when I first met her, but… our communication wasn’t possible. Alice, I saw Thomas killing someone.” Alice passed saliva with difficulty. Of course she believed her. “Can you talk to me about what you saw in the woods?” Celine looked right into Alice’s eyes. She didn’t know what to say. She was afraid that no one would believe her.

****** None of the Royal household took the Curse Leona had said seriously until the next night when it happened. Young Willow who was in his room, seated and drawing, suddenly has this sudden bloodthirst to kill. His green eye and amber eye glow as his fingers start turning and grow into long claws. His painting forgotten, he stood up and left his room. By the time he had reached the door of his chamber, he was walking on four large, hairy fur legs. His large black wolf broke down the door and came out of the room he was. The wolf roared loudly shaking the foundation of the whole palace and fire came out of his mouth, eyes and tail. He ran towards his parents Chambers, the urge to kill them

She will come out of hiding once there is no need to killed and the darkness don't have all the power over the land, -mother of the Everwood light