Magic Tree House Graphic Novels & Stories

I pushed inside carefully, my heart beating so fast I could feel it so hard I was sure Karl would hear it too. The treehouse looked different, it had been transformed. Old frames of students that threw parties and wooden rowboats were stacked against the walls, making space for a makeshift workspace in the center. Maps covered every flat surface – some ancients and hand-drawn arts , others printed out with strange markings that looked like heat signatures or energy fields. Books were piled up in one corner, their spines worn and cracked, titles in languages I couldn’t even understand talk more of reading it. And in the middle of it all stood was Karl, wearing dark jeans and a simple blue hoo

I replied. "Goodbye, Chloe." My mom said. "Bye." A few moments later, I heard the door closing. I stretched myself and sighed. Maybe it's better if I go to sleep. Logan and Lucas will be fine. I think. I slipped under my covers and closed my eyes. ### Tap. Tap tap. What the actual cheese balls? Tap. I sighed and tried to ignore it. Tap tap. It's coming from my window. Tap tap tap. Groaning, I covered my ears with my pillow.

RedHowl Territory, Midnight Clearing Damn, the moon was on some main character energy tonight—full-on spotlight mode, dumping silver all over the clearing and turning every blade of grass into magic carpet territory. Even the trees looked freaky, all stretched out and twitchy. Crickets kept up their weird static soundtrack, but honestly? The whole forest had that vibe like it was waiting for the next disaster, all tight and wired.

Perceptive kid. She releases me and goes back to her picture. “What are you drawing?” I ask. “A forest.” She says. “Forests are dark though. Not bright like a garden.” “Forests can be very dark.” I say, nodding my head. “But they can bright and beautiful too. There are green trees and grass, and butterflies, and birds.” Grace’s face lights up a bit. “Butterflies? Where?” I point to a blank spot on the page. “You could put them there. A bunch of them.”

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

My own magic becomes my primary illumination, casting everything in shades of blue and white. That's when I see it—a tree unlike the others, standing alone in a small clearing. Where most of the orchard's trees bear scars from dragonfire or simple age, this one appears untouched by time. Its trunk is smooth and pale, almost luminous in the moonlight, and the runes carved into its bark are different—more complex, more deliberate, arranged in patterns that seem to shift when viewed from different angles.

MORDECAI I thought that the bone decor adorning the trees was unsettling. His house topped it somehow. It was incredibly beautiful from the outside, painted a deep purple with black accenting the railings and large wooden circle bent to make the porch entrance. I'd almost forgotten how large wolves like to keep their homes.

Burnok offered. Their chairs were made of bamboo, and there were many ripe mangoes up there. The chairs were like swings, really nice. “Sorry, we weren’t able to prepare anything,” Alas said. “It’s okay. Can I see inside your tree house?” I asked. They nodded. The tree house had no paint and few belongings. “E-eh boss pretty, it’s embarrassing, everything is messy and old,” Alas said. “It’s fine, we just want to look,” Jen replied.

“You two are quite the team.” Marissa's house is a cozy, welcoming haven nestled on the edge of the forest. The exterior is quaint, with a rustic charm that fits perfectly with the surrounding wilderness. The wooden structure is painted a soft sage green, with white trim around the windows and doors. A wraparound porch adorned with potted plants and a couple of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and enjoy the tranquil scenery.

There, he saw Joy sitting under a large tree, drawing something on the ground with a small twig. Damian hesitated for a moment, but finally got the courage to approach Joy. "Hi, Joy," he greeted her softly. Joy raised her head and smiled widely. "Hi, Damian! Want to join us?" Damian smiled nervously. "I... I can't stay long. But I want to see what you drew." Joy proudly showed him the drawing she had made on the ground. It was a picture of a house with a flower garden and the sun shining brightly. "This is my dream house," Joy said with sparkling eyes. "One day, I will live here, with many friends."