Wildwood Chronicles Novels & Stories

Kael looked up, his nose bleeding, his grip on the Hush-Blade failing. ​Suddenly, the ground beneath the Whistler’s feet didn't just shake—it bloomed. ​Massive, emerald-green roots erupted from the sand, coiling around the Iron-Clad soldiers like pythons. The rusted destroyer groaned as the tide-water around it began to swirl into a violent, localized whirlpool. ​"The Wild!" the Whistler hissed, backing away. "It’s impossible! The frequency was dead!" ​"It was never dead," a voice boomed from the treeline.

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

I kept speaking, each word sharp and icy, aiming for her heart, "In the end, I was burned to death, my body charred beyond recognition." "No, it can't be... It was just a dream... a terrible dream..." Silvia's head swung wildly, her face ghostly white. Maybe she had had dreams like that before, or perhaps the shadows of past sins were etched in her subconscious, then exposed by my words, the terror and guilt almost ripping her apart. "You know if it was a dream," I said, stepping closer, staring at her worn face marked by sickness and regret. "Silvia, I've cared for you for more than ten years, gave you everything, and what did I get? Betrayal.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

The "Sleeper’s Root" was not a natural plant. It was a botanical nightmare, a parasitic vine that grew only in the places where the veil between worlds was thin—specifically, the Silken Glade within the Whispering Woods. Audrey stood at the edge of the forest, the cool morning mist clinging to her hair. In her days as the White Wolf, she would have bounded through these trees in minutes, her senses tuned to the heartbeat of every creature. Now, the forest felt vast, ancient, and indifferent. The towering pines looked like jagged teeth against the grey sky, and the silence of the woods was no longer a comfort; it was a warning.

he answered. The battlefield returned to normal. Aurel looked horrified. "The Chrono Rift is destabilizing." "It isn't only freezing time anymore." "It's showing fragments of the past... and the future." --- Suddenly, another vision seized me. Willowbrook Academy. Destroyed. Its towers lay in ruins. Smoke filled the sky. The ancient willow tree had been cut down. Standing before the burning academy was the Void King. At his feet lay broken weapons. The Seven-Star Crystal rested on the ground...

I blew him a kiss when I stepped in and leaned against the wall when the door closed, feeling like a school girl again. I'd been in relationships before but had never felt this way before in my life. Outside, I went to my usual spot, out of sight from prying eyes, stripped down, and then let the red haze with black edges overtake my vision as shimmers traveled down my spine and throughout my limbs letting my body morph and change. I took off running and then leaped at the right time, landing on four white paws, digging into the lichen and black, rich earth as I propelled myself farther into the forest, headed to the canyon at the edge of the Oasis.

They’ll kill her anyway, and me too maybe, if they don’t expel the pack from the alliance or both. I hear her bones snap, breaking me from my trance, but not at the end of the rope. She’s shifting? Shrinking? Not a wolf? The noose falls slack, swaying gently and the crowd falls silent as whatever that thing that I thought was Amalea flies away, disappearing beyond the tree line, heading deep into the Darkwood.