Behind The Trees Novels & Stories

A vision is coming. I’m back in the forest by the pack house. I look around and see the sun fully in the sky. It’s a pretty hot day but being in the shade of the trees gives it a coolness that feels amazing. I slowly start walking towards the pack house to get out of the forest. I must have been deep within because it takes me a while to reach the edge of the trees. I stop at the last large Oaktree and hide behind it because someone else is standing there just watching.

It was as if they had stepped into a different world altogether, one where time moved at a different pace. As they delved deeper into the tree, they began to encounter strange, luminescent plants that lined the walls. Asher explained that these plants were unique to the Heartwood Tree and were rumored to possess magical properties. Elira couldn't resist reaching out to touch one of the glowing leaves, and she was surprised when it emitted a soft, melodic chime in response.

called a taxi and he was there in a flash "St. Frontiers" that was the name of the closest forest to us and we got in. The driver made his way towards the place The weather was chilly and it was a little bit extra cold as we ventured towards our destination. But on getting to the entrance that led to the forest it was a disappointment, it looked nothing like it, and we turned back and ventured into several other locations but, none seemed to yield a favourable result. We had gone to every single place that led to a forest and none of it seemed to yield and we went back home disappointed. "What was happening?" I asked Nick "It's certainly confusing. None of the forest looked like it. Did eve

And now I'm not giving one hundred percent of my capabilities. Stupid Esteban. Anyway. The wall was not the only thing that stopped me, since I had looked for a way to climb it without so much difficulty; without much noise, without letting me be seen by the security cameras or the people they have watching. And that was a grandiose tree that was at the back of the house. Yes, a tree planted so strategically, with few surveillance cameras, with few people watching, with few people passing by, both inside and outside the big mansion. It was perfect.

I said and we left the trees. Leaning against Max for support, we began to navigate through the dense forest, stepping carefully to avoid leaving a trail behind. The sounds of the pursuing pack faded into the distance, but I couldn't shake the lingering feeling of being hunted. Every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig set my heart racing, reminding me of the precariousness of our situation. Max guided us through the trees, his knowledge of the terrain evident in the confidence of his movements. After what felt like hours, we arrived at a concealed clearing, tucked away from prying eyes. A small cabin stood nestled among the trees, its rustic exterior blending harmoniously with the natural su

Izzy mouthed and pointed to a cluster of trees just past the knoll. I put my thumb up to her then motioned for her to move forward quietly. I stayed low and moved along, trying to listen out for another noise. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and stilled my whole body as I listened closely. I could hear very faint and slow footsteps, too heavy to belong to an animal, at least none of the ones we usually came across, and I could sense it was still behind the trees. I moved closer, until I was on the other side of the trees I heard the noises from. I looked over at Izzy when she mouthed “I’ve got your back!”.

The sound was a symphony to their ears, a melodious crescendo that set the stage for what was about to unfold. The trail led them to a part of the wilderness that was shrouded in mystery, hidden from the prying eyes of the world by a thicket of Aspen trees. As they moved closer, the trees parted like curtains on a stage, revealing a meadow that was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a hidden gem, a secret kept by the Aspens, unseen and untouched.

I turned back to the bed, but then, I heard the tree branch snapping behind me. I looked back and saw the tree branch outside with our almost dead tree blooming with large white flowers. Oh-oh!

Alessio opens the back door, and we go outside, heading toward the lake. When I look toward the wood, something catches my attention and I stop. It's two twisted-looking oak trees standing opposite each other. Thick vines wrap around the branches, which grow high and wide like they're reaching for the sky. I turn, and so does Alessio. "What is it?" he asks. "There." I point. "There's something about those trees." I'm walking toward them before he answers. He follows, falling in step with me. The closer I get, the stranger I feel. No longer feeling that sense of familiarity, but something else.

I stop and swivel my head at the sound of a twig snapping behind me. Narrowing my eyes, I approach, trying to peer around the tall trees. “Faith?” I take a couple of steps before stopping because I’m not hearing anything or scenting anyone in this direction, but I am from behind me. So I turn. It’s a good thing I do because I’m in time to see a tree falling, and it’s falling my way. I start backing up before I realize that a tree that big is going to flatten everything in its path, and one of those things just happens to be me.