Muddy Tree Arm Novels & Stories

They move forward warily with the protective shield around them "The heck!" They did not expect that they will be attacked by Barnacle Trees even before arriving at their destination. Barnacle trees are a sentient mystical tree that spits needles as a form of retaliation to intruders. Although being pricked with its needle won't pose any threat, still being pricked by many needles all at the same time definitely doesn't feel good. Among the group, only Audrey remained unscathed, while the rest of her friends resembles a cactus. Not even a single needle pricked her, and of course, it was all thanks to her cat, Nero.

I looked up cautiously as I studied the tree close to a swamp. It was hard like a palm tree. It was a palm tree. Goodness stood close to me holding a book and a pen in his hand. Dirt and blood covered his innocent hands. His dark brown eyes burned with triumph as he showed me the lizard he had captured and killed. I stood up slowly and told him to get the arboreal creature out of my sight. Goodness held his hand out for me to take it. I rejected it.

It's our best chance of getting out of here. "Watch your step it's getting muddy," I tell them before we step into the swamp. "Ah gross. Why can't we do this in wolf form again? this feels gross. We are barefoot and naked for goddess sake!" Axel complains following my footsteps. "Because we have to climb the trees to cross the mud pools. Our wolves are too big to do so. The trees are dead. They would brake if our wolves would climb them and if that happens we will fall into a mud pool they are quite deep. You will drown there is no coming back." I tell him before I climb one of the trees. I climb up one of the thick branches and hold the core of the tree. I slowly move my foot to the other s

Within a minute the tree was on the ground. "Oh, it really smells piney now." "Yeah, be careful where you touch. The pine sap is a booger to get off." Mitch explained while dragging the tree through the snow and back to their ride. He yanked the netting out from the back and Ronnie helped him open it and spread it on the ground. He placed the tree on it and rolled it. Ronnie yelled, "Wait. Bring the saw." Mitch grabbed the saw and headed in the direction of the sound of her voice. She was shorter than all the trees, so he searched each row. Once he found her, she stood in front of a small baby-like tree, only about two feet tall from the ground up.

And the first move was to avenge the death of the alliance members. Arth stood and brushed his torn and dirty garments. A sweet but foul smell caught his nose. He followed the scent, and it led him towards two columns of tall trees with orange leaves. Red fruits hung on the wide branches with tiny spikes on their skin. Arth walked down the stone path between the two columns of trees, grimacing at the foul smell. He reached the wide steps that led down to a dark garden.

I requested. "Are you sure? because this arm is baby I might kinda talk your ears off," "I'm sure," I grinned. "Can I take this off?" she asked referring to her shirt and I nodded watching as she removed the item of clothing leaving her perfectly sculpted body on display. "Okay this arm is a dedication to my ancestors, the all-around forest coming up from my wrist symbolizes physical and spiritual nourishment, transformation, union, liberation and growth. Growth in silence actually because no matter how tall a tree is you can never hear a sound as it matures," She started.

The tree shook hard with some of its small branches falling off to the ground. Arth swiftly crawled and tried to stand up. ‘I can't fight this damn beast head-on in my current state,’ he walked as fast as he could, away from the snake while it was yet to recover from hitting the large tree. He suddenly saw the blue circular mark on the ground earlier.

He chuckles a little and says, "The all mighty Alpha taken down by a tree..." I growl a little but chuckle along with him as he continues to remove the creeper. Once he has removed it all, I move my arm out so that I can rest my wrist in his hand. He takes one look at it and shakes his head, gets to his feet and says, “We are going to need an x-ray of this wrist. Please follow me Alpha.”