Fantasy Giant Tree Novels & Stories

Who believes in fairies anyway? Reaching our destination, I gasped, grateful Meena dragged me out of bed to see this. White stones surround a giant mound about ten feet tall, and at its center, a large rowan tree stands sentry. The tree's branches sway methodically with the breeze; the sound of its rustling leaves adds to the soothing embrace of the gentle wind in the humid summer heat. The tranquility of the idyllic scene before me could almost make me believe in magic. "Look, it's starting!" Meena points toward the sky, where the edges of the moon have just touched the fringes of the sun

As comfortable as the bed was, I wasted no time in jumping out of it. Daryl took me through a narrow path behind the palace and at the end of it stood the oldest tree in the forest. Its trunk was so enormous that twenty grown werewolves couldn't have wrapped their arms around it. Golden vines spiraled toward the sky, disappearing into clouds that glowed with silver light. Beneath the tree sat an unfamiliar figure. In all the five years of being here, I never saw the territory for what I was now looking at. It was both fascinating and terrifying.

The ground trembled with the heavy footsteps approaching them. DUUMM! DUUMM! DUUMM! Each heavy step felt like a giant hammer striking the earth. The trees shook. Night birds flew away in fear. Raven slowly turned his head. He sensed the presence of a powerful creature. And his face immediately paled. From within the forest emerged a giant monster. It pushed trees, causing their trunks to shift. It was nearly four meters tall. Its body was covered in scars, and it stood, its eyes bloodshot. Its teeth were bared, and its left eye was blind. However, the aura it radiated was far more terrifying than any Shadow Wolf before it.

Moving forward in the dense forest, they came across the tree titled as the Tree of Empyrean. It was the same as mentioned in the book. Standing in the middle of the forest, illuminated in silver rays of the moon, it was covered with beautiful blue flowers with a hint of purple in them. The tree was not as tall as others of the forest; it was average in size but there was something truly majestic about it, it was a feast for the eyes. Bathing in the angelic moonlight the scene felt like it was from a fairy-tale. All of them were in awe of its beauty.

I walk across the room to grab my coat from the rack and slide into it, exiting through the window and delving into the moonless sky in a mist. The wizards and witches keep their affairs discreet and do not mingle with ordinary citizens. That’s why they choose unsuspicious places like forests and valleys to construct their abode. I step out of the shadow, distinguishing my presence from the cover of the trees and shrubbery as the mist disperses to present my human form before the ancient giant tree in front of me. The security detail consists of sand golems that run a tremor beneath the ground after detecting my presence. I watch in leisure, the sandy field beneath the giant and twisted root

However, in front of Chad, even those roots appeared to be small mountains, let alone the giant tree's trunk. Several massive stone pillars resembling mountains stood at the tree's base in various directions. Those pillars were carved with patterns similar to talismans, emitting a divine aura. "The immortals wreak havoc, causing the mortals to live in despair; today, we sever the path between immortals and mortals, restoring tranquility to the human world!" Suddenly, a grand voice echoed throughout the world, shaking everything. Then, eight giants appeared in the world, led by a giant with nine crowns behind his head, and uprooted the stone pillars.

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."

Phillip shook his head, wondering what made the little creatures admire their silly Master so much. Silence engulfed the two young men, making the wind rustle like flames. Wiggy Several times dodged the tips of the rapidly passing spruce. Phillip smiled in amazement, did not expect Tomer Forest to look so big from above. Giant trees with dense leaves filled the vision as if they were a protective blanket from all the mysteries behind them. The young man glanced at Wiggy, who was focused on facing the front, following the pixies in lighting their path. "Should I call you Edwig from now on?" the question just came out of his mouth.

He shouted, and a purple orb flew into the tree. It entered a circle of carvings. The orb glows and the Theban letters are one by one glowing. The papers danced in the air and there was silver dust emerging from the light that served in the dark night. He looked at the trunk of the purple tree. The Theban letters are gradually turning black. The trunk of the tree split in two, separating the two parts from each other until he could fully see a circle trap door buried in the ground. He spread his wings and narrowed his eyes plucked and feather. He opened his eyes and his feathers parted at him, with blood dripping from its tip.