Novel & Cerita Wildwood Chronicles

She would have been scared if she hadn’t caught the scent of home, of pack, and the vampire mixed with his own unique smell. Drake and Eli were behind her. She leaped over a log before darting away from the pack house, leading them further into the woods. She felt the cold brush of a wolf nose brush against her leg and she let out a laugh before she turned, skidding across the ground. Her hand touching the dew covered leaves as she caught her balance launching herself forward. Her sneakers digging into the mud as she moved to chase the dark wolf as he weaved through the trees.

She told everyone that Kira had to make up imaginary friends while she was in the woods just so she could cope with the loneliness. She had managed to convince every one with this story, except of course for Kira. She has been almost twelve years old when her mum had left her in-front of the church that night. The memory was so clear that it hurt, but mother had promised her that it was for the best, and even now in as much as it was different being here, she was sure now that her mother had been right all those years ago. And for that she missed her even more .

The fragile peace, painstakingly rebuilt after the internal strife, was shattered by a chilling discovery. During a routine patrol near the Whisperwind Glade, a young Duskwood wolf, Elara, stumbled upon a series of ancient, rune-covered stones, half-buried in the earth. The runes, unlike any seen before, pulsed with a faint, unsettling energy, a cold, ethereal glow that sent shivers down her spine. She immediately reported her finding to Lyra, who, recognizing the gravity of the situation, summoned an emergency council.

It would make it clear that they didn’t believe in me at all. I watched on as he headed into the house, but I stayed on the edge of the woods. There was nothing they could do to get me to willingly go through that door. I needed the safety of open spaces. I heard a rustling behind me and turned, ready to flee. Brodie strolled out of the trees as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “One of these days you are going to have to explain how you shift into an animal that’s naked but shift back and are dressed again. It’s been melting my brain trying to work it out.” “Some sort of spell. In the olden days, we used to have a few witches living amongst the pack. They did different spells and o

Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful. “They told me the Wilds are dying,” I continue. “The walls between man and beast are breaking. If I don’t seal the bonds, all of them, we’ll all fall. The Games, the kingdoms, everything.” A heavy silence follows. The only sound is the crackle of the fire and the drip of water from the cave ceiling. Fenrick breaks it first, whistling low. “Well, that’s cheerful.” Nythor sets down his pan carefully. “It makes sense. The old stories always said the balance would return through the bound witch. The Wilds marked you for a reason.”

Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her? The woods grow darker in the setting sun, but that is no problem for a wolf. For a human on the other hand, the woods are as dark as midnight in a moonless night. Though Crimson Hills remains one of the safest places for both werewolves and humans alike, the woods are often crawling with wild animals. A new scent wafts to my nostrils with the wind. Blood. Though faint, the smell is right there next to the combination that says Wilda to me. I need to find her fast.

"Aren't you a Woodgomery? Even if you try to forget your family's background, your grandfather is still the founder of the woods and our enemy's blood is in your veins so how can we make sure you're not on their side?" "Are you saying I did that to harm Draco?" Kyon fired at him, his eyes narrowing at him. "I don't know, you tell me." "I trust Kyon more than you, Constantine Wilderheist." Hawthorne countered. "Ouch!" He acted like he was hurt and he even held his own chest. "The Woods was then known for hunting and eating supernatural creatures, Hawthorne Salvatrix, but now it looks like that has changed because all they want is our hearts and brains. What do you think they're going to do wi

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

“I’m done being in the dark.” Aiden stood slowly, crossing to the far wall. He pulled down an old map—torn at the edges, covered in strange marks. “This town,” he said, pointing to a crooked black symbol near the center, “Ravenwood—it was built on the bones of something ancient. A rift between worlds. A place where the wild things crawl through if the veil thins too much.” Evelynn stared at him. “You mean like… the fire? The monsters?” He nodded. “It doesn’t happen often. Maybe once every hundred years. But when it does, something or someone gets chosen. Marked.”

Chapter 1: The Howl in the Forest The ancient woods whispered secrets as I pushed through the underbrush, my boots sinking into the damp earth beneath a canopy of towering pines. Moonlight filtered through the leaves in silvery shafts, casting an ethereal glow that made the night feel alive, pulsing with hidden energy. I had come to this remote mountain town for solitude after the betrayal in the city—my ex-fiancé’s lies still stinging like fresh wounds. As a wildlife photographer, I told myself this assignment was perfect: capturing rare nocturnal creatures for a prestigious magazine. But deep down, I knew I was running from the emptiness that had settled in my chest, the longing for someth