Wildwood Novels & Stories

This time, she told herself, this time, she would have a blonde, tawny-eyed little girl… Cian’s hair was turning darker, and his features were becoming more like Liam O’Grady’s. As she turned away, she stopped and stared at the park across the road, as an image in her brain froze. The red-twig dogwood, which gave the park a natural, slightly wild, and seasonal feel, was quiet in summer, colorful in fall, and eye-catching in winter due to its red branches. On quite a few occasions, she had noticed it as it bordered the walking paths, when she had taken Cain there in his stroller, accompanied by Syl and a few of the guards.

The first anniversary of the Remembering arrived with the blooming of the silverwood trees. Elena had not expected them. No one had. The silverwoods were an ancient species that had vanished from the world before the first wolves walked the earth, remembered only in the oldest texts of the Keepers. But in the weeks leading up to the anniversary, saplings had begun to appear along the roads between the archives, their bark gleaming like polished moonlight, their leaves shimmering with a faint, steady glow.

I sprinted north, eager to explore the forested area beyond our pack territory. As I ran, I dodged oak, maple, and birch trees, taking in my surroundings and breathing in the wintery scents of frozen dirt, frosted pine, and chimney smoke. The skies were gray, and the branches of the trees were bare as the snowfall intensified. Around three miles outside the border, I came to a huge boulder blocking my path, forcing me to pause my run for a second. I dug my claws into the dirt and sprinted around it, desperate to get further and further away and give in completely to my animal. That was when I realized that this was a bad idea.

Dad hurtled up the stairs and said to me, “Honey, there are some problems dad needs to fix. Tasha will look after you both for a week, be nice. Okay?” “Okay.” Jenny dumped out the plastic puzzle pieces from their bag onto the floor. I darted into the room to play and what the hell! I stood on the dehydrated leaves. The dark sky ripped open manifesting the milky way band. Enormous weeping willows encircled me; edges of their leaves slightly jagged. The wind blew in brief episodes. My 5-years-old body metamorphosed into my present figure; I gripped an unpleasantly serrated rock in my hand, that was about the size of my fist, which I couldn’t recall picking up. I reeked of blood.

Emberfall Woods was a vibrant, sun-drenched haven in the heart of late spring, the air warm and fragrant, carrying the rich, earthy scent of blooming wildflowers, pine, and the faint, musky undertone of damp earth after a morning shower, the breeze soft and playful, rustling through the towering pines and ancient oaks, their leaves a deep, vibrant green, the sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden beams, casting a dappled glow across the forest floor, the ground a soft carpet of moss, pine needles, and scattered petals from wildflowers—yellow buttercups and purple lupines—their colors vivid against the earthy tones, the air humming with the buzz of bees, the melodic chirping of birds

Luke gripped the stairwheel tighter, praying this was some misunderstanding. Aldric took off running towards Red Wood. The sunlight sprinkled down through the trees as he raced. He didn't know how long he had but at this point he didn't care. Even though what he was doing was wrong he was still mad at the way Rhett tried to order him around. The smell of the earth floated up into the air as he dug his paws into the soil. He needed to get there quick and get all this over with. He had made up his mind that if Satine didn't have enough proof, he was going to stop all of this. Tell Waverly where she was and tell everything to Rhett. He couldn't deal with this any more. He was so wrapped up in h

Wildblossom. Wildblossom was an ancient treant-like being of over a thousand years. She stood at a massive 25 meters tall and had a huge crown formed by countless branches leaves of emerald had turned to ruby at the hands of autumn. An owl made use of a hollow in the treant's trunk; it was a small hollow, but a perfect fit for the little bird. The treant-like being was happy to be able to provide shade and shelter to a wide range of creatures across the seasons. Her impressive trunk housed countless creatures big and small who returned year after year after year.

At the precipice of the sacred haven, they found themselves, gazing upon the boundless tapestry of the woodland, their keen eyes sweeping the environs with an air of watchfulness. "Zavier," Arvandus uttered, his voice a melodic symphony resonating with an innate comprehension of the intricate tapestry of the natural world, "behold the awe-inspiring spectacle that unfolds before our very eyes. We stand as witnesses to the extraordinary metamorphosis and exquisite concord that grace our sacred haven. In the heart of this sanctuary, a sacred haven nestled amidst the towering trees, a pack of majestic wolves has found solace.

The Whisperwood didn't appear on any confederation maps. Not because it was hidden, but because it moved. The forest's boundaries shifted with the seasons, expanding in spring, consolidating in winter, following patterns of growth that had nothing to do with political borders or territorial claims. Selene arrived in early autumn, when the trees were beginning their slow preparation for dormancy. The train deposited her at a small station that seemed to exist solely as a threshold between the human world and something older. A green witch waited there, her skin bearing the faint chlorophyll tint of someone who spent more time photosynthesizing than eating.

I needed assistance and I wasn’t sure I was going to get one while I was out here. Lauren, my mom didn’t even know that I was here. I had left the house silently in order to get some breathing space. We had just arrived from Washington out of hope that we could put our past behind us. Lauren had assured me that WinstonVille would be the perfect place to restart our lives. WinstonVille was a quiet town in West Virginia. Nothing happened over here which made it a great choice for my mother. I had wandered into the woods with the hope that I would find the solitude that I had seemed so much. It had been so quiet and I had loved the way my feet crushed the dry leaves. They made a crunching sound