Wildwood Novels & Stories

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

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

Thankfully though she and Ricky are really good friends. The music changes and the doors open again. Wilder sits Lucy down and she takes the basket of flower petals that we offer her. Val hasn't let go of her basket since she woke up this morning. She even took it to the bathroom with her because she was afraid she would lose it if she turned it loose. She wouldn't let anyone touch it, even going so far as to fill it with flowers herself. It's really kind of adorable.

Nicole said to him with a soft flirty voice, she grabbed his hands gently. Henry took Nicole through the woods, it was obvious that the paths had not been walked for a long time. It was wet outside, and the ground was a bit mushy making it quite difficult to walk but that did not seem to matter. Moreover there was no harm in getting dirty, even if it was for a day. It took them about ten minutes to navigate their way to the river, it seemed like they had gone through a portal to another world. It happened to be just at the foot of a waterfall, flowing mildly.

A rush of adrenaline surged through me as I leaped gracefully from one moss-covered tree to the next, my body propelled by the exhilaration of the chase, driven by the tantalizing scent of a deer wafting on the crisp night air. Beneath me, I could feel the rhythmic heartbeats of Brodie and Jackson resonating through the ground, their powerful forms racing like shadows as they took on their wolf guise. The thrill of hunting together had been our way of strengthening our bond and sharpening our skills, an ancient tradition that felt as natural as breathing. Yet, it was becoming increasingly clear that the night served a deeper purpose; it was also a chance for Brodie to blow off steam, his fru