Wildwood Novels & Stories

She shifted back—skin bare, covered in bruises, shaking like a leaf. And her heart? Just… stopped. Not too far off, Silas Woods had his hand clenched around the dagger on his thigh, eyes sharp. The rogues were just over the ridge, apparently plotting some heroic jailbreak for their buddies snatched by the MoonClaw Pack. He was about to give the go-ahead—then froze. Nose twitching. There it was. A scent, strong and sweet, punched him in the face. Wildflowers. Dirt. Smoke. Honey, somehow.

Tech, Tracker, Top and Sera were all present and all eyes turn to me the moment I step in. The look in their eyes is unsettling and my brows furrow slightly, only then did the news on the screen catch my attention. "The Wildfire in the woods is one of the many unusual occurrences in the Everdale Shaded woods over the years. On site reports state that there has been no identified source of the fire, nor any indications of natural causes." The anchor began a clipped tone.

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

And so, with a renewed sense of purpose and a fire burning in her soul, Cassandra prepared herself for the next trial, eager to prove her courage, her resilience, and her unwavering commitment to the vampires of Tykrin. The second trial, the Trial of Courage, loomed before Cassandra like a shadowed forest, whispering tales of danger and adversity. The Wildwood awaited her, its ancient trees reaching towards the heavens, concealing hidden perils within its depths. It was a realm known for its treacherous terrain and formidable adversaries, a true test of her mettle. Armed with determination, Cassandra ventured into the heart of the Wild

Maya, clutching the key – now a symbol of responsibility rather than a burden – brought up the rear. The Wildwood lived up to its name. Towering trees, their branches intertwined in a dense canopy, cast the forest floor in perpetual twilight. An unsettling silence hung heavy, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures and the crunch of their boots on the damp earth. The air itself felt charged with an ancient energy, a palpable awareness of their presence that sent shivers down their spines. As they ventured deeper, the shadows seemed to lengthen, playing tricks on their minds. The whispers of the guardians grew stronger, but Maya struggled to de

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 Hollow Wilds were quiet in the way that meant nothing moved unless it wanted to be seen. He stood where the trees thinned and the land dipped, weight settled through his heels, and breath slow. The Wilds didn’t push back against him, leaves lay where they’d fallen, insects carried on with their noise and a hawk circled once overhead, then drifted away. From here, Ashmoore’s outer territory was visible if you knew what to look for. Broken stone, old boundary marks half-swallowed by moss and paths worn just enough to say someone patrolled here.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had a problem: SHE HAD TO RESURRECT THE BLOOD OF WORMWOOD. According to her investigation of the White family, the old mansion was located in the dormitory of the school she was attending. She followed the direction behind the dormitory but still couldn't find anything. She thought to herself that it had been more than a dozen years, it was possible that the wormwood tree had dried up and withered. But the nature of wormwood loves to drink blood, so she used her own blood to seduce the bloodworm tree. As expected, it was not unexpected, when the bloodworm tree encountered blood, it came out of the ground to suck blood to nourish the body after decades of drough

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Shyfter joked. "Kai is behaving strangely. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was stepping out on Anatashi. Now that you mention it, he's been dipping out of the house on the regular.,The last time he was doing this, he was running out to the clearing by the lake to find those flowers that Anatashi loves, what were they again?" Anaki asked them. "Midnight Orchids." Moon answered. "That's them. They are pretty and smell like heaven!" Anaki smiled.