Eternal Tree Novels & Stories

She was not one of them. The mama then motioned for her and the other young lady to follow to the etiquette test. There she met with the rest of the ladies and there were only 20 ladies left from the original 50. More than a half of the ladies were eliminated in this test. A straight line was made with white sand and three pieces of jadeite were put on her shoulder and her head. “Walk the entire length of this white sand line. Those who drop their jadeite first will be eliminated.”

The trees withered, not even the grass is left behind after the dark fog slowly rise to the Mountaintop. Eterfinite look at the scene with unbothere expression. For unknown reason though, he felt the bang in his heart, as if it is being beaten up. That's after the withered trees turn into ashes, leaving the trail with the presence of death. He try to approach it with his expression of complexity, while his voice begging, “S-stop...”

It was a tree. It grew with a terrifying, impossible velocity. A massive trunk of pure, translucent crystalline quartz surged upward, branching out into a canopy that dwarfed the Palace itself. The leaves were not made of organic matter; they were sheets of shimmering, bioluminescent energy that caught the sunlight and fractured it into a million prismatic colors. The tree continued to grow until it breached the cloud layer, casting a protective, luminous canopy over the entire valley. The raw Elder resonance, which had previously been confined to the deep aquifers and the fault lines, was now being pulled directly from the earth's core and expelled into the atmosphere.

The branch still has some leaves attached to it that are in a beautiful silver color as the vines wrapped around it were a light blue, giving off a shiny appearance in contrast to the dark brown color of the actual body. From where Alesteria is, she knew exactly what that branch is and where it belongs to. 'That is a branch from an Ever Glow tree!' An Ever Glow tree is one of the most sacred trees known to mortals, known as the 'everlasting' tree that the gods once bestowed to the mortals in times of calamity, saving numerous people from death. Although it is nothing but a myth to some, many believed it is still present up to this day and know that it is located in a church that is closed of

The World-Tree, now known to the survivors as the Aethel-Graft, did not just sit in the center of the world; it lived in the lungs of every breathing soul. Its roots had tunneled through the rusted iron foundations of the Thorne Citadel, cracking the ancient concrete like eggshells to reach the sweet, untapped aquifers deep within the Earth’s crust. Its branches, shimmering with a bioluminescent mixture of Aero’s gold and Lyra’s violet, created a permanent aurora borealis that danced across the sky, shielding the planet from the prying, cold eyes of the deep-space Architects.

HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW We then reach a park, and my feet don’t need a guide to take me towards an ancient tree that stands out from the rest. It calls to me. The Eternal Tree. It's huge, with branches stretching out like wise old arms, and its leaves are perpetually green. As we approach it, a warm, calming energy envelopes us, and I take a glance at Willow. She looks so… Peaceful. “Do you feel that?” she asks, her voice soft, almost reverent. “It’s like… Like the tree is alive. More than just a plant. It’s… sentient.”

The World Tree’s branches glowed with their arrival, leaves shimmering with faces, voices, memories. ‎ ‎At the heart of the nexus, beneath the endless canopy, stood a being named Eternity—born of all our lines, of every choice made since the eclipse. They had no single form, shifting between silver wolf, golden flame, starlight, and gentle human shape. Their eyes held every color of our family, every shade of every soul we had touched. ‎ ‎They did not speak with a voice. ‎ ‎They spoke with light. ‎ ‎Of a woman who had once been called cursed, who had chosen to burn anyway.

"You are my eternal mate. I will never forsake you." Finally, his family—the Valkyries—agreed. But they had one condition. He could leave the vampire world with me. But first, he had to sleep with Liliana, the pureblood noblewoman. He had to give his family a new, powerful heir. Dorian held me, his voice tight with desperation. "Please, Freya. Just wait a little longer. A few more years, and we can go to the human world. We can have our eternity." I waited. Night after night, he went to her bed. A hundred nights of betrayal passed before she finally conceived.

Almost simultaneously, one fall after the other. "What's happening?" He asked the Von who's watching carefully. "The tree they just passed by is a warning that a new phase of the race has started. It's a Birch Tree." Von explained. "What's a Birch Tree?" He asked. "A Birch Tree is said to be a type of Tree from the planet once called Earth. It was described as 'a thin-leaved deciduous hardwood tree of the genus Betula, in the family Betulaceae, which also includes alders, hazels, and hornbeams.'

At its center stood an ancient tree, its bark etched with symbols that seemed to pulse with energy. "This must be the Heartwood Tree," Elara mused, her fingers tracing the patterns on the bark. "Legend speaks of its connection to the very fabric of fate."