Wildwood Novels & Stories

“The Hunt of the Hollow Woods is sacred. It is a rite born in the blood and breath of the First Howl. It tests not strength, but worthiness. The Spirit Gazel awaits, and only the one who brings it forth may claim its blessing.” A wind stirred, sweeping dead leaves into a spiral as he continued, “The Hollow Woods are a mythical forest; it shifts and reforms with each passing second. The woods themselves see into your soul. It will tempt you, turn you, and show you who you truly are. Capture the gazel and return to be the victor of the hunt.”

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

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

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.

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.

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