Magic Treehouse Novels & Stories

It has architectural details. I saw a movie once at the Moon Lake school when the teacher was sick, and they’d wrangled a random elder to watch us. The movie was about a family who was shipwrecked on a deserted island, and they built a treehouse with a skylight and running water and a parlor with a piano. This is like that if it’d been made by a lone wolf shifter and not a set design crew.

Just outside the hospital, his phone buzzed with an email. It was from the art program he'd applied to abroad, confirming his acceptance and requesting a portfolio submission. For the first time in five years, Allen picked up his paintbrushes again. --- After buying art supplies, he avoided the Foster estate and headed to Lake Vista Mountain instead. The view was breathtaking—a pristine lake nestled between rolling hills, its surface mirror-smooth, perfectly reflecting the surrounding peaks. Taking a deep breath, Allen felt years of tension melt away. The weight of his confined life lifted, replaced by a surge of long-forgotten freedom.

AS WE WALKED, DIFFERENT types of Invent’s and my creatures scurried under our feet. They were monstrous creatures that were part human, animal, and machine. They use the maze to travel to the outside. I even once tried to follow them and use their exit. The second I got within a couple of feet of the tunnels, they went in and out; they attacked me. I got a couple of scars from that experience, so I avoided them after that.

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.

Shrugging, I gazed back at the television to see the reporter was now deep in the forest. Again, my ears picked up another sound, and this time it was closer to the door. Currently, I was the only one in the cabin, and this cabin was one of the places my parents went on vacation whenever they desired to unwind. During the holiday, rather than leaving to go with them to London as they had, I had decided to come to the cabin, which was further inside the wild of Mystic Height. The cabin was a safe haven, protected from another supernatural beings, especially another witch who might be an enemy.

It was a scene he had only ever encountered in books and on television, never once imagining that one day he would witness it with his own eyes. It was a treehouse, complete with a spiraling staircase, nestled within the embrace of ancient, towering trees. The wooden exterior had a soft yellowing to it, the marks of time silently telling the story of its long history. The staircase wound through the branches as if leading to another world entirely. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful patches of light that danced across the wooden floor, while the air carried the fresh scent of earth, making Dean momentarily lose himself in this strange, enchanting world.

Drawn to this mystical place by the whispers of the trees, they soon discovered that those whispers held secrets and stories of the forest. As the family settled in, they began to realize that the woods were alive with magic. Clara could hear the trees speak, their voices a gentle rustle in the breeze, sharing tales of the past. Thomas, gifted with the ability to communicate with animals, befriended creatures big and small, learning their ways and worries.

“Do you want to see the oak tree? It is where most of them live too.” Rosalyn blinked. “What’s an oak tree?” I lowered my voice slightly like I was about to tell her the world’s greatest secret. “It’s a magic tree.” Her eyes widened instantly. “It is?” I nodded seriously. “It holds all the secrets in the world. Everyone tells it their secret, and it has seen so many generations and so many people, and it knows everything that is there to know.” Rosalyn gasped softly. “No way…” “And,” I added, glancing briefly at Mia before looking back at our daughter, “it’s your turn to tell the tree one of your secrets too.”

“It’s still early to prepare for it. I’ll stand by till Sam gets here.” I looked at the machine right in front of my eyes. It was made of steel, a ton of wirings, a cylinder-like metallic body, and some other bits of gear I am not familiar with. “Working on it again?” I asked. I heard how my mom took a deep breath. “Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.”

"And then the horde is where I'm being chased by a horde of monsters, except they look really human in my eyes. Like they were mutated or some sort. And then the dark side is where I am in a dark and cold woods, and in my head, I am looking for someone, I just don't know who. No matter how much I search the woods, I can't seem to find the person I am looking for. And then there's the beach, which I haven't really figured out yet, cause I was just standing there, doing nothing." There was one last jump she yet had to explain, but right now, she's not sure why she's starting to feel cold. "And then there's the graveyard," Eli started to explain again. "I'm back home, but the house is empty. I