Novel & Cerita Wildwood

One Year Later The Bloodwood had grown green again. No longer called The Bloodwood, it was renamed The Greenwood. In the soft light of dusk, its leaves shimmered faintly silver, catching the last breath of the moon. Where once the ground burned red, wildflowers now tangled through soft moss. The air was warm, sweet with the scent of pine and rain. Lira adjusted the crown of pale blossoms in her hair, laughing as Eastin fumbled beside her. His fingers, steady in battle, were hopeless with ribbon.

"It can unearth the deepest desires in people's hearts. Those enchanted by its sound will be trapped in illusions until consumed by it. In other words, those white ashes are actually the remains of werewolves devoured by illusion grass." "Oh, dear, that's terrifying," Holly fearfully covering her ears. "But as far as I know, illusion grass should grow in the south, not in the north where The Darkwood belongs," Dr. Helena said. I nodded. "Indeed, the soil and climate of The Darkwood are similar to those of the Blue River Tribe. It's likely someone intentionally planted it here, and I suspect it's Rogue." "Rogue?" Dr. Helena's expression changed. "Anna, do you know much about Rogue?"

Even the wind seemed to dance with relief, carrying the scent of fresh earth, melting snow, and distant wildflowers. From the forested hills and rolling plains, faint stirrings began. Birds lifted into the sky in irregular flocks, their calls sharp and jubilant, a chorus of natural applause. Wolves lifted their heads, ears twitching, noses sniffing the shifting air. Somewhere, a fox dashed through underbrush, pausing mid-leap to sniff the breeze that carried hints of freedom. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible, but gradually, the world began to awaken.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

“With all of that said, maybe you should tell me now where you are taking me.” “To the auction. Xavier Hawthorn is to be auctioned tonight. If someone buys him, then it would be close to impossible to get him again.” So bold of him to think that I would surely buy this Hawthorn guy. “What made you think that I will hire a mercenary as my bodyguard?” “Well, at least I am giving you this chance to get ahold of him. If you don’t buy him and regret it later, then that’s on you.” “I don’t have cash with me.”

“I’m done being in the dark.” Aiden stood slowly, crossing to the far wall. He pulled down an old map—torn at the edges, covered in strange marks. “This town,” he said, pointing to a crooked black symbol near the center, “Ravenwood—it was built on the bones of something ancient. A rift between worlds. A place where the wild things crawl through if the veil thins too much.” Evelynn stared at him. “You mean like… the fire? The monsters?” He nodded. “It doesn’t happen often. Maybe once every hundred years. But when it does, something or someone gets chosen. Marked.”

“Yes the village was a buzz with the news when your family moved in.” “I never saw you out and about town.” Cassia replied still confused. “I wasn’t allowed out much. I worked in the apothecary where your mom would bring us her herbs and flowers. They were the best we ever got for medicine, teas, and tinctures.” “Why weren’t you allowed out?” Cassia asked peaked with curiosity. “I’m a wildling.” Willow replied. “A what?” Cassia asked with surprise

It was a sign that we had to move to the field immediately. We quickly left the room to join the ranks. Chaz ordered us all to be quiet and check our weapons. As usual, I always brought my crossbow and rifle. After the assignment, my squad, squad four, had to explore an area called Windstone. The coldest and loneliest area in the west of York bordered by the Greenleaves forest, and if you walked further south, you would see the ruins of Willeth. There were no humans living in this area due to its poor condition, and even animals were rarely seen in this place.

Like Alice had said that day, the last thing they talked about before she went back in time was a heated argument over something silly she couldn’t even remember. Getting out of the car, Willow pulled her hair into a bun and looked around the vast forest land. Tall trees shadowed the dusty path leading to a wooden cabin. The scent of wild and unknown flowers hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere inside the property had a certain chill that the city’s breeze didn’t. It made her shiver, forcing her to pull her jacket close to herself and rub her hands for some warmth.