Wildwood Novels & Stories

Because not seeing that man again will be. When we finally pull up to The Wildwood Lodge, it feels like stepping into another world. The hotel is massive, looking like something out of a storybook: a grand, rustic hotel made of dark wood and stone, with ivy crawling up its sides. It sits in the heart of the woods, surrounded by nothing but trees. As we climb off the bus, someone—probably a staff member—ushers us inside.

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

David Hardwood had been sentenced to three years in prison for sexual abuse and attempted murder. *** 10th October 2017, The sun kissed my face delicately, letting the cool October breeze pass by as I shut my eyes and let nature consume me. With the soft chirping of birds as they created their own melody, everything felt at ease, like everything was finally going to be okay. When I opened my eyes, I almost screamed bloody murder at the upside down face staring back at me, grinning like a creep. "Jesus Jos! What the hell!?" I yelled, clutching my heart as she grinned foolishly, dangling from one of the thick branches of the Oak tree like a monkey.

"The Mysticwood has a way of accelerating time, allowing the couples to delve deep into their connections and form unbreakable bonds in two days." "Wow, that surely calls for a grand feast," she chuckled. The CreekPine had returned back home, excited and curious about the intensity of the experience that awaited those who took part in, it and the impact it would have on their relationship. Inside the depths of the Mysticwood forest, the moon's radiant light filtered through the canopy of ancient trees, casting a supernatural glow upon the gathering. The air was filled with reverence, hope, and anticipation as the wolves ventured further into the forest, guided by the mystical energy that per

You'll love my antique bed. Karen did not realise they had entered the Blackwood estate until they were a couple of miles inside. Then the surrounding area became more woody, and there was a noticeable absence of vehicles. No other living person was anywhere in sight. They drove along a sandy road surrounded on either side by tall pines, stately beeches, oaks and ash with verdant grass carpeting the avenues and ridges between. A dazzling display of rhododendrons, with blue and pink blooms drooping as if worn out by excesses, sheltered in the arms of leathery bottle-green leaves. There was a momentary glimpse of deer heads raised alertly as they paused before vanishing with a quick white flas

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.

I let him take the reins as he guided us through the trees. He stopped suddenly, sniffing the air. I could smell the sweetest kind of vanilla, together with the scent of fresh wisteria flowers. I knew it was wisteria because my mother loves the flowers and she grows them everywhere on the walls at the back of the house. Nikolas ran towards the scent at a speed I’d never experienced. He abruptly started growling very loudly when the scent of blood reached our noses. He has never reacted like this to blood before. “That’s because I was right Silas. We’ve found our mate, and it’s her blood I smell. Someone hurt her,” he told me.

KEILAH I was wandering into the woods, my senses alive with the crisp scent of pine and the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. A tranquil solitude enveloped me, wrapping around my soul like a comforting embrace. But then, as if nature had scripted a sudden twist, the serenity fractured. A distant howl pierced the air, stirring a primal fear within. It was joined by others, a haunting chorus echoing through the trees. My heart quickened its pace, mirroring the urgency of the wilderness around me. I turned to retrace my steps, only to find my path obscured by an impenetrable thicket.

I muse remembering the legends of the Wildwood Fae. I always thought that the legends referred to the place, but they referred to the clan as much as the place. They were a clan of fae with greater abilities in herbal, elixir, fertility and growth of plants than anyone. Their woods were guarded by thorny and carnivorous yet highly useful plants found nowhere else and that died out of existence between 1150 and 1200 AD in human times when the last of the Wildwood Fae died and it turns out he might not be dead. But he has been in the human realm with a mostly witch descendant I am fated to.

Lexie closed her eyes as a soft breeze brushed against her skin, making strands of her hair fly and cover her face. Little did she know, Ram Jordan was watching her. "So relaxing…" Lexie whispered to herself, smiling as the next gust of wind carried a paradise-like scent—grass and flowers. With her eyes shut, she almost felt like she was in the middle of a forest. "You might fall asleep." Ram teased, pulling her out of her thoughts. Lexie immediately opened her eyes and glared at him. "You ruined the moment. I don't get to feel this often. Most of the time, I only smell car exhaust."