Wildwood Chronicles Novels & Stories

Each step forward felt heavier, the ground pulling at her boots as if the earth itself wanted to claim her. At last, she heard it—the low hum of voices rising into a chorus. The whispers surrounded her, clinging to her skin, tugging at her thoughts. She pulled out the vial of glowing powder and scattered it across the mossy ground. The whispers shrieked, then fell silent. From the soil, pale roots began to emerge, twisting and writhing like serpents. At their center, one root glowed faintly blue—the cure. Serenya reached for it, but the forest was not finished.

The room feels suddenly empty, though my dragon's presence fills my awareness, demanding action I refuse to take. I turn back to the window, my gaze automatically seeking Dawn. She's moved on, following Liora toward the sacred grove where the oldest trees in our territory grow. Their branches seem to reach toward her as she passes, drawn to her light magic as surely as I am. As I watch her walk away, I wonder how long I can keep fighting this losing battle—against my nature, against my dragon, against the pull that grows stronger with each passing hour. # Scene 3 - from Rain Draven's point of view

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

he hesitates "...come back to the Wildlands." "I'll never go back to the Wildlands," I tell him. "You know that." Darius and Esme have been speaking in low voices with each other. He and Esme now face us, ignoring the tense silence between us. "There is an enchantment over the Barren, a poison that has suppressed the creation of life here." He nods to Vuko. "You have the life stone. But it is not enough. My mother tells me that there is more, that we will need to return to the Wildlands at Wolf Moon in order to rewind the enchantment."

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

“It was twenty years ago. Back when I was young and naive. I had just traveled to your time searching for my friend and I had escaped my evil family. It was so hard to adjust to this day and age. Five hundred years had passed and everything had changed. I found my old home in shambles and It was completely deserted. It took a long while to make it liveable again and the forest to the south was still shrouded in darkness. My mother and my sisters were responsible for making it this way. Something went wrong and her dark magic went out of control. In their attempts to make me evil the spell backfired and it shrouded the forest in darkness. My family became victims of their own curse and when I

In the vision, all three of them wore expressions of joy and peace, their eyes shining with a love that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical world. The vision shifted, and Lilly saw her father, Mick Riverwood, nodding in approval, his stern features softened by a look of understanding. She glimpsed pack members from both the Riverwood and Blackthorn lineages, their faces alight with acceptance and celebration. "Lilly, what's wrong?" Kenny asked, his voice laced with worry. But Lilly couldn't respond. Her eyes were fixed on the Moon Rose, which now pulsed with a soft, silvery light. “Lilly please speak to us,” Axel called out, they too could both see the Moon Rose but they weren

Ava whispered, while her eyes wander towards the forest around the house. Willow sighed at something that Ava had been hearing a lot of from the spirit. Wondering if it was much more than what was. “Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.”

I landed hard in a new place—a forest. But not just any forest. The sky was bruised with twilight, the trees silver-leafed and humming with power. I was in the Astral Woods—the hidden realm of the Moon Goddess, spoken of only in sacred scrolls. Except… it wasn’t peaceful. The woods were burning. Ash rained from the heavens. The trees wept sap like blood. Wolves—shimmering, translucent—howled as they were dragged beneath the earth by black, thorned vines.

The wind caressing my face and sweeping back my hair would be similar to flying, but I didn't know what the air felt like near large bodies of water. I didn't have much to go on besides the black and white pictures and things I'd read in other books. I had never left this forest for even a moment. Wood nymphs' lives were tied to the forest, we each drew our life force from an individual tree, and our duty remained here. Our reclusive nature was about self-preservation more than love for the forest; we could live an awfully long time if this vast green wilderness remained intact. The elders didn't care for it much when you pointed it out though, especially not when I was the one to say it.