Eternal Tree Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Heiley asked me as she immediately approached me with Erika raising her eyebrows. "No, the shadow disappeared quickly, but I have a picture of the device it was holding," I told them, and using my powers, I released a hologram. Erika was staring at the device, and Heiley, who I talked to, was sitting quietly next to me. "You need to be close to Leo, Heiley, because of your graduation, and a few months later, you should be born from the seed that Leo will put in you," I said to Heiley, who immediately looked at me.

These primordial spiritual roots were nurtured by heaven and earth at the earliest inception of the world, boasting effects surpassing even celestial herbs. While celestial herbs benefited true immortals, spiritual roots had effects on royal celestials. Eliza managed a spiritual root known as the Saturna Peach Tree. It took nine thousand years to grow, nine thousand years to bloom, and another nine thousand to mature—which means that one had to wait a staggering thirty-six thousand years to enjoy a single Saturna Peach! Just a sip could extend a mortal's life by a millennium, while a practitioner who consumed it would instantly ascend to immortality. For true immortals, a single bite could e

"I don't know if Lilith will perform well on the day of the competition. I plan to go on stage to give her flowers." Elliot listened to his words and remembered a piece of news he had seen two days ago. "There is a special kind of tree. I forgot its name, but it's the only one of its kind. It is a male tree and has lived for more than 100 years. The female trees have died out, so there is no way for the tree to reproduce, but this male tree that has lived for more than 100 years, and it still blooms every year..." Ben listened, savored the story Elliot told, and got goosebumps.

"Where we remember to choose connection." In the days that followed, the Bond-Trees became the heart of the Eternal Garden. People came to sit beneath them, to think, to talk, to simply be. Lovers pledged their vows there. Friends reconciled disagreements. Elders shared wisdom with the young. The trees seemed to respond to the city's mood. When people were happy, the golden flowers glowed brighter. When they were thoughtful, the silver leaves shimmered. When they were peaceful, the trees hummed softly.

I think, 'We are talking later, Mister'. We go to the living room where he makes a fire in the fireplace. I walk over to it and I take in a deep breath, “Love is a flame that burns with a sacred fire, and fills you up with its sweet desire. Yet, once the altar feels love's fiery breath, it makes the heart be a crucible until death. What happens when the heart yearns no more? Will you always have to settle the score? Say love is life, and say it is not amiss. Say that love is but a synonym for eternal bliss. Say what you will of love, in what refrain, but the heart knows that it's another word for pain. Yet, the pain we will endure, because love comes at a price. A price we will gladly pay, t