Wildwood Novels & Stories

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

Jack “If we were going to wait until dusk to make her the Luna, why did we have to start this party at noon?” Though Candlewood’s a small town made up of mostly weres, a few other shifter species have taken up residence here too, along with a few humans, mostly extended family of humans turned were that live with their mates. Right now, I’m certain exactly all of them are crammed into every nook and cranny of the three blocks surrounding the pavilion in the center of town.

The ghosts don't dare to appear or disturb them unless the witches have the intention of carelessly chopping down trees in the Demon Forest. Tree felling is something that not only the Wrinkled Ghost but also all the inhabitants of the supernatural in this forest hate the most. The most inevitable is death. To be precise, one tree was rewarded with one life by the inhabitants of the Demon Forest magical realm. The last thing non-magical immortal beings want is to be beaten to death by invisible beings like them.

The mist curled low between the trees, it was foggy, swallowing the world in silence. Irvine tried to breathe it in, let the calm settle her, but something about the woods made her restless. Every rustle, every snap of a twig, they rang louder than it should. Her ears caught sounds farther away than possible: the flutter of birds high inthe sky, the tiny footsteps of a rabbit beneath roots. Her senses were sharper, too sharp. Garrick dismounted first, tying his harnesses to a branch with practiced ease. “The tracks will be fresher deeper in,” he murmured, his tone low but hungry. “Stay close.”

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, though my own pulse was a bit erratic. As the bus lurched off the school premises and began the long drive toward the outskirts of RavenBane, the scenery turned from suburban streets to ancient, towering timber. "Did you know the Wildling Woods is the creepiest place in this entire county?" Elodie spoke up, her voice dropping an octave. "It’s right on the edge of the state line. People call it the loneliest place in the world." "And that’s exactly where we’re going," I scoffed, watching the trees grow thicker and darker through the window. "This feels like we're signing our own death warrants. Now that you’ve said it, I’m definitely not okay with this."

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

“He tend to worry in times like this but he’ll be back soon. You don’t have to worry.” Elias nodded to make the two at ease. However, suddenly, Alari went to his direction and dragged him towards the foreign place. They used the dense forest at the back which made Elias wondered where they were going. “Alari, where are we off to? Aunt Helga is going to be mad if we go too far,” he lectured the kid, but Alari ignored her. “I am not familiar here yet.” Until the path they’re walking becomes more clearer and clearer. The woods seemed like columns inside the forest that’s beautifully stood up on its roots. Each woods was tied up a small bagon stem with different flowers covering it.

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.

I felt stupid; my brain couldn’t make sense of the simplest things. I cracked my eyelids open. Dawn sat heavily in the sky, a bloated sun dancing just above the horizon. The last open buds of the night-blooming wildrush, a delicate white flower that looked like dancers with their legs wide and flowing, dotted the canopy of greenery that hid us, for the most part, from view. Dew dotted the leaves and stray strands of grass carpeting the woodland floor.