Myth Treant Novels & Stories

Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth. It was believed that those dwelling beneath the Tree of Life possessed the extraordinary ability to enhance the power, strength, and speed of both werewolves and vampires. Their magic was so pure and potent that it was described to resemble the refreshing taste of the crispest waters on the tongue. Inhabitants of the Tree of Life took the form of ethereal beings characterised by pointed ears and eyes in a vivid lake blue-green shade. The clarity and sparkle of their gaze were so captivating that other beings found it challenging to look away, feeling an irresistible

As they ventured deeper into the magical expanse, the Nexus Tree stood as a silent witness, its branches laden with the stories of those who had embraced the extraordinary love that defied the boundaries of their supernatural existence. ~~~~ As Davien and Hera continued their journey through the Nexus, Faelan, the fairy guardian, lingered beside the Nexus Tree, its wings aglow with the subtle luminescence of ancient secrets. The air seemed charged with an unspoken revelation, and Faelan turned to them with a gaze that held both mystery and purpose.

Together, they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, their spirits entwined with the ancient tales of bravery and adventure that echoed through the ages. As the golden sun sank beneath the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and violet, Prince Edon and his valiant companions stood poised at the precipice of triumph. Before them, the legendary snow werecat prowled with feral grace, its eyes gleaming with primal wisdom. This elusive creature, whispered of in ancient tales, had long been a symbol of untamed power and unmatched prowess. The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest.

Every time we see an elf's face, we will sigh happily by ourselves. "Sit by my side, Your Majesty Khatra," Cia said softly. The corners of Khatra's lips twitched, were those words a mockery or what? "Shouldn't I be the one calling you His Highness?" Arlcia smiled widely upon hearing that. Khatra started telling stories, about how hard it was for the elves to get offspring lately. The less positive energy, the tree works harder. This tree is more or less like a naitura tree, it's just that the leaves are still green and smaller than the naitura.

We will need his Hybrid Energy to open the vortex. Akata's name had the desired effect. Mia opened her eyes with a bright flash. ***Sacred Lands*** " I know what you are trying to do, " The Great Serpent hissed as his father burnt the Sacred trees down with his venom , while they tried hard to stop him from treading further. " Give up your futile chase son. I can taste its sweet presence in the air. The Tree of Knowledge has manifested itself this time. I have waited for this for ages. Nobody can take this away from me. I will not let it. "

“Kaira, we have to go, now!” Her eyes rolled back and she tipped but I caught her and scooped her up. She and I were near the same size but adrenaline and sheer stubbornness were not going to let me leave her behind. The huge crow cawed again, and I spun in a new direction, following it’s insistent caw’s as it led us deeper. THERE! Ahead of us I saw a triquetra carved into a tree. I ran for it, and hear the caw again, changing our direction. On an ancient ash tree not far ahead, a triskelion glowed blue with power.

Trent shuddered at the thought of someone young and naïve being in that situation. At least Beth knew her own value. She finished her song then looked up at him. He smiled and then brought the box to the bar. He put it on the floor behind it then straightened. "Okay lay this story on me." "Long ago fairies and gargoyles made a pact. Gargoyles would protect fairies against goblins." "We're mortal enemies of goblins, I get it," Trent said. He unloaded the box as he listened to what he already knew.

The names Ratatoskr and Nidhogg are familiar and part of the stories my dad used to tell me. This is Yggdrasil, some old human myths call Yggdrasil the Fae realm and loved for its beauty but feared for its dangerous illusions. Knowing where I am now, I look around with a different view. Looking closely, I see the tree roots move as we pass; they make a silent threat if I made the wrong move, they would grab me. He said I had to stay within the roots of the tree, if I try to leave, I will wake up. However, I bet if I tried to leave this place, the roots would tangle up my legs, creating a cage I could not get out of. I just hope I do not have a reason to run because I do not think I would mak

One of them, stepping forward with an air of authority, spoke in a voice like rustling leaves, “You carry the Gentian. For what purpose do you seek its power?” “We seek it to protect our land from an impending darkness,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Our quest is not for selfish gain, but for the good of all.” The creature’s eyes gleamed with an inscrutable expression. “Words alone do not prove your intentions. The forest requires proof of your sincerity. Only then will we allow you to pass.” With that, the forest seemed to close in around us. The trees themselves began to shift, forming a ring of towering trunks that barred our way. The ground beneath us darkened, and the once