Behind The Trees Novels & Stories

I nodded and inevitably shook my head. "It's coming soon," I replied. I feel again the aura of the beta who we saw earlier in the house. I hope she doesn't spread our true faces. I'm praying right now because of the possibilities that she will become our enemy. And it will make difficult for us when it happens. The surroundings became dark. Carried by towering trees. “Don’t make too much noise,” Arnal reminded. We took a few more steps until we saw four large trees. Of the trees around, these four trees are the largest. And even more amazing is that it is surrounded by moss.

All of it were still consuming her flesh like parasites, getting worse and worse every single day. Fortunately, the mist slowly faded as Bek walked in the middle of it. Soon, he saw a wide opening behind the thick leaves and branches a few feet away from him. He could tell that behind it was an open area where no more trees were standing as the clouds from up above that direction were showing and expanding endlessly.

Behind us, the trees stood tall, waiting, watching, and knowing they were no longer alone. The car ride to the airport felt different than the one to Aspen. There was no icy tension or uncertainty—just a warm, steady feeling in my chest. The mountains shrank in the rearview mirror, like the last pages of a story ready to be finished. Pockets nestled in Lilac’s lap, refusing his doggie seat, as she scratched behind his ears. I noticed her gaze drifting out the window, not in regret but in soft remembrance of the trees disappearing behind us.

ALTHEA The path the raven showed me twists and narrows, winding deeper than I ever imagined the Mirror Woods could go. The trees grow older here. Their bark is gnarled and silver, their roots thick as wolves’ backs. The forest hums with power, old and pulsing beneath my feet. Every step feels like a choice. Every breath like a question. Then I see it. The clearing opens suddenly, like a breath held too long finally released. And in the center stands the Weeping Tree.

Close. Grounded. Real. I turned toward him instinctively, anchoring myself to his presence. But even as I did, Something behind him moved. Not him. Not the wolves around us. The space. The trees in the distance flickered. For a split second, they weren’t trees. They were something else. Thinner. Twisted. The bark darker, almost black, veins of faint red light running beneath the surface like something alive inside them. Then they snapped back. Normal again.

Victor looks out the kitchen window, staring across the back yard, beyond the pool, towards the trees that separate his house from the cottage out back. Winter is starting to take its grip on the landscape, stripping the trees of their brown leaves so that, day by day, a little bit more of the cottage is revealed. And day by day, Victor finds himself further drawn to this kitchen window, staring out towards the back.

Talk about shitty timing… “Zy!” Trees shouted, banging on the metal lid again. “Damn it,” he growled, then ascended the ladder enough to unlock the portal. Trees ripped it open and clambered onto the rungs, then jumped into the bunker. He turned, looking somewhere between stunned and annoyed as he glanced between Tessa, barely clad in the quilt, and him, still sweating and half-dressed. “I guess you didn’t spend your time with Tessa finding out what the fuck has been going on.” And Trees sounded more than a little pissed.

I slowly walked to the motorcycle on the right side of the garage. I saw Mamba's bike on the side of the road. Next to it was the black ferrari car. The car's bumper was wrecked. Maybe it hit the big tree that has cut on its trunk. I dropped the motorcycle and followed the gun shots from the forest. It was so dark but I could still hear their footsteps. "Mamba I'm here!" I shouted but the voice changer was limiting my voice sound. I took it off and hid it in my belt bag. The gun shots stopped. I also stopped from running and felt my surroundings.

Amelia stood amidst the towering trees, their branches reaching towards the sky like outstretched arms. The dense forest seemed to cocoon her in its embrace, providing a sense of solace and escape from the tumultuous world she had known. It was here, in the heart of nature's sanctuary, that she sought refuge, away from the prying eyes and the painful memories that haunted her.

I need to take them out. I couldn't climb the trees there, they would notice. Thankfully, they were looking at the men around the bonfire. I ran my eyes around, scanning for the perfect tree to climb. I found one, the perfect tree in a good blind spot. I sneaked through the woods, focusing on my destination. I reached the tree and climbed from behind until I reached the highest dark part.