Crooked Tree Novel Novels & Stories

"Well. This is what I wanted to say. The occurrence at Aunt Agero's place is not an issue to bypass. This is the time to write down history. Has anyone here ever heard of 'The Tale of the Four Brothers and the Python?" The house fell silent for a moment, everyone eyeing at each other. "I guess, from the look of things, no one has ever heard of it," said Otieno. "Well, this is it," continued Ogola. "A centuried prophetic tale has been told around that great shrine of our progenitors that now lies in ruins. It goes that the tree embodied some supernatural powers that governed the society by protecting goodness from being superseded by evil. And in every generation, two people lived from the sa

And they might appear in form of our loved ones, be it family as well once you go against these, that will be the end of this mission for you and you won't come out forever and ever That's all I have to say for now One more thing, the crooked trees as well, are very dangerous and can be deceiving as well, don't rest on them, once you're about to rest or touching them, you will come across invincible hands that will drag you inside the tree, let's be mindful and sensitive once we get in there as well Thank you for that nice orientation you gave us all please hope he has made everything clear to us. And if you have any questions please indicate or anything that is confusing as fuck please feel

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre

Mia whispered, waking from her shelter to run toward the ridge, her bare feet kicking up the white chalk dust of our boundary. "No, Mia," Xander said, kneeling to catch her in his arms, his brown eyes bright with a quiet, unforced triumph. "It’s not a library. It’s the First Page." The Shifting Ledger The chapter concluded as the copper-green tree reached the height of the ship’s mast, its canopy spreading over the basalt ridge like an umbrella of living bronze. The leaves didn't hold numbers; they held the shadows of the names we had crossed out in the longhouse—a permanent, beautiful memorial that didn't owe its value to an audit district.

But as she moved closer, her stomach churned. One of the trees was sick. Its bark was blackened and cracked, seeping a tar-like substance that dripped onto the glittering ground. Its leaves were brittle, some falling in slow, sorrowful spirals. Dark veins twisted around its roots, choking it as they spread outward, threatening to poison the other two trees. The second tree pulsed with life but seemed strained, its light flickering as if struggling to keep the corruption at bay. The third tree stood strong, radiating a golden warmth that gave Zoe a fleeting sense of comfort.

“Mazes, illusions, all this shifting nonsense—I’m done playing along. If there’s no way out, we make one. You don’t solve a trap by walking through it. You tear it apart.” Fueled by anger and raw strength, we hacked through everything in reach. For werewolves, the massive trunks might as well have been brittle sticks. Fifteen minutes later, we found ourselves back at the enormous hemlock tree. Even from a distance, its oddness was impossible to ignore. Dead branches and brittle leaves littered the pristine, silver-white snow, many charred black as if scorched by fire. The sight made my stomach tighten—this tree wasn’t just old or sick; it had a presence that felt wrong, unnatural, and alive

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

Real Leo took hold of my arm and held fast. The colors changed from bright to dull to gray and finally to black. The world around me stopped moving and came into focus. Old, knotted trees grew all around, their branches tangled together above so I couldn't see the sky. The only sound was our breathing. Quilla had a blue light in her hand, and it gave the creepy forest an unnatural glow. The floor was covered in dirt and moss, and directly in front of us stood a door. It was carved into a giant tree trunk.

IX Oswan looked at the tallest tree in the forest of the guardian. He was near. The guardian appeared from the shadow. Oswan charged. The guardian moved to the left. He attacked with lightning speed. Oswan rolled. The guardian attacked again. Oswan parried, and landed a series of counter-attacks. The guardian deflected the blows with his massive arms. He launched a series of his own counter-attacks. Oswan could do nothing, but roll. The strength of the guardian was something to be proud of. Oswan continued to roll. The guardian followed. The ground trembled with his every step. Oswan found a small opening, he entered, the guardian tried to follow. The opening was too small for him. He waited

Old cold, the kind that makes your teeth ache. Then the trees opened up. In the middle of a small clearing stood the tree. Dead. Completely dead. No bark, just black wood, smooth like it had been burned but wasn’t. Its branches spread wide and bare against the purple sky, bigger even than I’d imagined in the vision, its trunk wider than Jax’s cabin. And the snow, real snow, fell all around the clearing, but none of it landed inside the circle under the branches. It melted an inch above the ground and vanished.