Magic Treehouse Novels & Stories

"I've spent the last several weeks observing the tree." He opened the notebook. Every page contained sketches. Runes. Timetables. Magical fluctuations. Even weather conditions. Hunter had documented everything. He pointed toward one of the drawings. "The tree isn't alive." Chaos smiled. "I knew it." Hunter continued. "It's a magical construct." "It only imitates a living tree." Order, who had silently appeared behind us, leaned over the pages. "The roots..." Hunter nodded. "They aren't roots." "They're channels." I frowned.

Her lungs burn, and the branches tear at her jacket, but she doesn't stop until the sound of the rogue’s sneezing is far behind her. The forest begins to shift. The oaks give way to trees with white bark that glows faintly in the dark. These are the Moon-Trees. She is close. The ground slopes downward into a natural bowl. In the center stands the Heart-Tree. It is the most beautiful and terrifying thing Juniper has ever seen. Its trunk is wide enough to house a room, and its branches reach up like silver veins toward the moon. And there, nestled in a knot of wood at the center of the trunk, is the Moon-Stone. It glows with a soft, pulsing violet light.

The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.

My head was spinning with thoughts that I never quite considered to be worth problemizing over. "Can you stop that?!" banging on my temples with the palsm of my hands, trying to dispel wild thoughts that were uncessesary at the moment. I walked to the living room. The coffee table was also mahogany. “This woman is obsessed with mahogany.” I said picking up the remote control for the flat screen TV. It turned on quickly. The news flashed in front of my eyes. “Two people dead in an explosion,” the reporter said, “according to eye witnesses, the children of the deceased couple were able to run away from the house, right before the explosion.”

Laura::no tell me love. John::Please close your eyes, Laura::(smiling) What are you up to again this time? John:: Just close your eyes sweetheart. Laura::Okay my eyes are closed. I waved with my right hand in front of her face and they were closed. I deeped….

Dad hurtled up the stairs and said to me, “Honey, there are some problems dad needs to fix. Tasha will look after you both for a week, be nice. Okay?” “Okay.” Jenny dumped out the plastic puzzle pieces from their bag onto the floor. I darted into the room to play and what the hell! I stood on the dehydrated leaves. The dark sky ripped open manifesting the milky way band. Enormous weeping willows encircled me; edges of their leaves slightly jagged. The wind blew in brief episodes. My 5-years-old body metamorphosed into my present figure; I gripped an unpleasantly serrated rock in my hand, that was about the size of my fist, which I couldn’t recall picking up. I reeked of blood.

she muttered to herself as she dropped her school bag and sat on the ground. The cottage looks like a lover's nest, it has lots of love-shaped drawings on the woods that passed for the walls. Some names were cleaned with fury, seems the lovers had a problem. The room that would pass for the kitchen in the cottage was scattered and the love nest might have belonged to some High School teenage lovers. She switched on the phone torchlight so she could see the spoilt part of the time machine. She found out the time was broken and some parts were missed. She brought out the time machine Sarah built in the school bag and saw that that one has no buttons to insert time so it can't time travel.

If she never saw his face again, she wanted to remember him. Slate shifted into his dragon form, hunching down for her to climb aboard, which she did. Once she was settled, he sprang into the air, leaping up into the sky above the trees, his wings flapping furiously as he fought gravity’s pull. Soon enough, she was soaring through the sky again, the forest beneath them. In the distance, she could see the walls around Beelzanburg, and beyond that, the castle sprang out of the darkness, torches lighting the turrets, marking the guards that would do whatever they could to keep them from breaking into their fortress and stealing the Heart of Magic.

The students complained "Yes, now. The instruction's simple, find the inn we are assigned to using the map we gave you, Kou's group will have to go through the forest, Yoon's group will have go through the mountains...." ...This is no good... I suck at directions... plus... the forest... I'm not really that fond of forests... In horror movies, the forest is often filled with serial killers or vengful ghosts. Then our moderator left with the bus after saying, "The last one to get there will be assigned to wash the dishes."

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.