Far From Tree Book Novels & Stories

Perhaps all Prince Noah needed to heal was a small leaf or flower. That was ridiculous, of course, but I had promised to go into that marriage with hope, so I was striving for it. I was about to stop accumulating books and finally start reading when I saw a title that caught my eye, a few shelves above me. “Medicinal Trees and Roots. The remedies hidden beneath the earth.” Promising! I knew how to use an axe. I could try to chop off a piece of tree trunk if I needed to. Setting aside the books I held in my hands, I began to climb the ladder leaning against the bookshelves. The wheels underneath made me hesitate a little with each step I took, but I continued nonetheless, stretching my arm as

In front of me stood a tree. Huge. Dead. No leaves at all. Its branches black and twisted like broken arms reaching for the sky. Its trunk so wide five people couldn’t hug it. And at its roots, the snow didn’t touch the ground. It floated an inch above, like the tree was pushing it away. Under the tree stood a woman.

Silence filled the Eternal Sanctuary. Every Guardian stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the ancient altar nestled within the heart of the Tree Beyond the Sky. The weathered book rested on a pedestal of living silverwood. Its cover was unlike anything they had ever seen; it wasn't leather or cloth, but looked as though it had been woven from moonlight itself. Silver roots wrapped gently around its edges, pulsing with a heartbeat that felt older than time. Aiden took an unconscious step forward, and the book responded as a faint silver glow spread across its cover.

"Nothing natural clears ground like this." I pressed my palm flat against the nearest pine. The bark was warm against my skin. In the deep of a northern winter the bark of any tree should have been cold enough to sting bare hands. This tree felt like it had been breathing beside a fire for days. "We are close," I said. "Keep moving."

Not the way I was used to hearing it, sharped, rough or called from a distance. I didn’t like how much I noticed that. I scoffed. “You are the one taking me to go see a tree, of course I have questions” “We are here” I blinked, realizing I been fully engrossed in our conversation I didn’t even take note of my surroundings, My gaze lifted and stilled. The tree stood at the center of a small clearing, its branches stretching wide like it had claimed the space as its own. Pale blossoms clung to it, glowing faintly under the dim light, almost unnatural against the darkness around it.

One new leaf unfurled on the great tree. Its shape was unmistakable. A tiny lantern. Growing beside countless others. And somewhere, in a quiet home far away, a child opened a book for the very first time— never knowing that, at that very moment... a single golden petal had found its way to their window. 🌳✨📖

“Show me! Quickly!” The old man took a look around the church’s surroundings and said, “Father, this place is too small, we have to go outside.” “Very well!” The group immediately left the church and made their way to the cliff’s edge. The sea was far away from the cliff, but there was a large open space within a short distance. The old man walked to the center of the space and took out the book before opening it slowly. The book emitted a silvery-white light, and the Erdtree appeared the next moment.

Or maybe it already did. "Kehna?" she rolled her eyes slightly before turning in the direction of Ruby. "Hi" "What are you doing here?" it was then Kehna absolutely lost it and said "I go to school here, okay? If you don't want me here, just say it, you don't act like you hate me" she took out all she was feeling at that moment on Ruby. And she left Ruby there confused and dumb folded. In the classroom, She decided to sit far, far away from the teacher and if possible from Ruby.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

Their class had already started and everyone was listening to their teacher while Sam peered out the window he saw the tree house outside the classroom. "Claire ..., I hope what I heard isn't true." Sam thought. She was surprised to see the black shadow in the tree house. "What is the shadow doing here?" Sam whispered. The black shadow has long lived in the tree house. Sam didn’t know that the black shadow she saw in the tree house and the black shadow in their house were different. The black shadow in the tree house was so bad. While Sam was looking at the black shadow in the tree house, suddenly one of her classmates passed by her so she lost sight of the black shadow.