Far From Tree Book Novels & Stories

The Call of the Deep Forest Lyra stood at the edge of the floating debris, her violet eyes fixed on the horizon where the Great World-Tree still smoked. Despite the distance, she could feel its distress. The Tree wasn't just a plant; it was the planet's nervous system, and it was currently undergoing a massive, systemic seizure.

The train swayed as it carried me south. Outside the window, the flat northern plains gradually gave way to rolling hills and endless stretches of green. I leaned back against the stiff train seat and watched the scenery race past. For the first time in my life, I felt light, as if someone had finally pulled out the thorn that had been lodged in my heart for eighteen years. It bled a little when it came free, but at least it had finally stopped festering. In August, even the air in the South Coast carried the scent of the ocean.

of the forest. She actually grew up in the woods. Sometimes, she would read a good book in hand, sitting on a tree or on its foot rather than keeping herself locked behind her bedroom walls. For somehow, she had loved the forest. She loved everything about it. It's like a part of her soul which she'd never want to take away. Lost, she walked further into the woods even though she had no idea where she was going. Until at last, she found a tall good-looking tree. She sat on the foot of the tree and leaned her back against it. She opened her book and began to read. A few minutes after reading, she was already lost in the book. As always. "You shouldn't be here," a deep voice suddenly growled.

Holding on to the edge of the tree, Lucas stayed there for some moment, enjoying the forest view and he could see the town, even he could see the Master’s manor which looked tiny in his eyes. Why never cross his mind that this was also a way to memorize places in the town? Lucas sulked inside. This way was much better than walked around the town. No birdy chirping damn girls who would follow him. Sighing heavily, Lucas descended to the lower branch. But not too low because he still needed the sunlight to read the new found book. Finally, after some jumps down, he settled on the biggest top branch. Lucas leaned his back against the rough tree bark while his hand pulled out the book from his i

There is a sound, a rustling in the distance. I check on KoKo and Sarge. They are both fine. If it was anything Sarge would wake up and warn me. There is something red burning in the distance. I look out the window it is hard to make out. The longer I stare at it the clearer it becomes. It is the tree of good and evil. That means the garden is close to us. “KoKo, Did you know the tree is here?” I ask quietly. I wasn’t expecting a response.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "Who's there" I shouted, but everywhere was as quiet as how it used to be. I was about to give up and go to the palace and search for her, when I heard a sound from one of the trees at the far end of the forest, I rushed to the tree to find out when made that noise, on getting there I noticed something weird about the tree, I took a step closer to it, then I noticed that the tree was actually glowing, it started glowing brightly that I had to take a step back, a very strong power radiated from it, which has me shocked, how could this tree be here and I didn't notice it, how could it be.

Chapter 70: Author's POV The wind whipped along the measureless trees of snow, its cold breath nipping at Orin’s cloak. He was next to a cliff, above the brodom of the daunting horizon. He could see the landscape stretch before him, a horizon of white, with the mountains in the distance standing tall, yet silent. It had been a land that once belonged to him — and would again.

Liam, with an air of familiarity, stepped forward toward the tree. I quickly locked eyes with Lucas, raising a curious brow. His expression mirrored mine, but knowing that he was close made me feel much more comforted by the strangeness of the situation. Liam began whispering in a language unknown to me as he placed his hands on the tree. To my astonishment, the tree appeared to breathe. The leaves rustled wildly and it started to glow a bright yellow color. A door materialized on the tree—looking exactly like a portal that led to the unseen wonders beyond.

She smiled, but it was a mirror’s smile, not her own. Esi reached out to stop her. The child whispered: “You’re new here.” Her voice shifted mid-sentence — changing pitch, age, even accent. Tano pulled Esi back. “She’s already been rewritten.” --- At the center of the village stood a Tree of Paper — bark made of woven scrolls, roots made of black thread. The wind didn’t rustle it. It read itself. Constantly. Pages rising and falling like breath. Esi stepped close. One page fluttered loose and hovered in the air before her eyes.

She was sensing a strong life energy from afar, it was like gravity pulling her close, as if like telling her to come to it. ... The sun was now up in the sky, burning behind the sea of clouds. Rays of light pierce through the woods like curtains. Dews on the leaves of the grasses sent shivers of cold to their feet. Then the woods ended in a clearing that stretched in the distance. The clearing was very plain and clear, as if like it was taken cared of, like a farm. Then at the center stood a very huge tree that branched up to the sky, casting shadows around.