Wildwood Novels & Stories

Draco’s POV Silva Moon Pack, Werewoods I am running in the woods, the evening breeze brushing against my fur, when I smell a sweet scent of lilac drifting from afar. Beautiful singing accompanies the delicious scent, and I approach in anticipation as unspeakable joy wells in me.

The forest between Moonrise and Dawn Veil was a place of its own, neither owned nor claimed by anyone, but shared by all. It was a wild place, where ancient oaks arched overhead and moonlight pooled in silvered hollows. Tonight, as Aria Hartfield walked alone through the woods, the world around her was still, save for the soft sounds of rain-damp earth and the whisper of wind through the leaves. She had set out at dusk, restlessness gnawing at her—something deep inside pushing her into the quiet wilderness, away from the noise of the pack and the rumors that clung to her every step.

"If I don't get to have you, then I'll just destroy you so that nobody else can either!" … Meanwhile, in Crystal Palace Hotel, Woody was having a few drinks and some food, and the atmosphere in the huge and luxurious Imperial room was lively. "Mr. Whitlock, there's something I need your help for," Woody suddenly said. Gerald was pleasantly surprised by this. Quickly, he regained his composure and said, "Just tell me if you need anything. There's no need to hold back." Woody said, "Alright then. I heard that you're a knowledgeable man who has seen a lot of things. Have you ever heard of Obsidian Flame Grass and True Essence of Heavenly Crystals?"

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

Ezra took Windy and Nolan withd him to the northern woods to hunt. The afternoon sun covers the forest with a golden glow that brings a feeling of freshness. The green leaf is illuminated by the sun's rays and sways slightly with the wind. Ezra could quickly feel the vitality of the forest. Since he was someone who had trained for a long time in the woods, just a light breeze passing him could easily guess everything. Windy and Nolan standing behind, weren't happy at all. Because what awaited them ahead was Ezra's difficult door.

Confirm. Just like that.

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.

I roll my eyes. “Fine,” was all I said as I slammed the door into his face, breaking his nose. “Sorry,” I then pushed him over, and I ran out of the basement door and up the basement stairs and out the empty ruins of the Greenwood Castle in a part of the woods I didn’t recognize. I had to keep running, I didn’t know when the rest of the greenwood family would be paying a visit to their castle in the woods. They’ve been talking for years about calming back the land that their beautiful castle in ruins stood, and to bring it back to life.

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.