Myth Treant Novels & Stories

Like a spinning top, he crushed through the aquatic plants and trees. When he finally got hold of the ring, he retreated and headed outside. At this moment, a treant formed by wood elements in the water rushed toward Philip at a high speed. Philip dodged sideways and quickly realized that the purpose of the treant was not to kill him. When the treant was only one punch away from Philip, countless vines sprouted from its body and wrapped around Philip. Its arms wrapped around Philip like chains. Its feet drilled into the ground and took root in an instant.

Nero decided not to mind his master in the meantime and went on telling the story of his life. "MEOW" [During my time, the talking oak trees from the Land of Dawn were highly regarded due to their ability to prophesize.] "Ohh!!!!! Really?! Are they like the talking oak tree that we met at the heart of Enchanted Forest?" Audrey once again asked in curiosity "MEOW" [Yes he was just like them. In fact, I believe that he was also one of them.]

It seemed strange, as this was the only place where it had more dried leaves as if it was covering something underneath. Tristan searched for a stone close to him, then he threw it ahead. He flinched just as the dried leaves sprang, with an enormous net rising from underneath. He knew it. The trap was big enough to capture a beast as huge as a dragon. Dried leaves rained all over him. Was that luck? No … that was his hunter’s instincts. He continued his way through the forest. It was a rough walk, as he had to go through the ferns brushing his legs, and at the same time avoiding the lumps of roots on the ground. He stumbled a couple of times from the hidden lumps underneath the plants.

New challenges arose, and Alex faced them with unwavering courage, drawing upon the wisdom of their mentors and the support of their loyal companions. One such challenge emerged from the depths of an ancient forest, where a malevolent force had awoken after centuries of slumber. The forest's enchanting beauty now masked a lurking danger, as it began to spread its sinister influence, sowing discord among the inhabitants of The Enchanted Realm. As Alex ventured into the heart of the bewitched forest, they encountered a mysterious figure cloaked in shadows. The figure called themselves Arion, once a guardian of the forest who had succumbed to darkness. Their powers were formidable, and they sou

The only downside to this is that he wouldn't be able to summon the Stone Axe Minotaur to fight alongside him as the medallion was now being used as a means for Mistaken Fox to channel his mana and make use of his skills. Mistaken Fox was currently facing a small group of treants, trees that have been turned into monsters after absorbing a lot of mana from the world around it. Usually, a few of these creatures can be found in just about any forest but they ignored other creatures as long as they don't intrude on their territory.

In desperate times, desperate measures. Quietly, multiple vines grabbed animals in the Forest aggressively and leaped onto another one after draining them. The blood and nutrients went from tree to tree until reaching the ones facing the village. They began to grow steadily every second. After their height reached approximately 80 meters, the growth stopped. The tops of the trees began to blend as every living creature suddenly stopped on their tracks in horror. The sound of a beating heart grew louder as a soft red light replaced the permanent darkness. The Treants entwined themselves with the trees before the ever-growing mass absorbed them. After three long minutes, a figure stood tall ov

Wildblossom. Wildblossom was an ancient treant-like being of over a thousand years. She stood at a massive 25 meters tall and had a huge crown formed by countless branches leaves of emerald had turned to ruby at the hands of autumn. An owl made use of a hollow in the treant's trunk; it was a small hollow, but a perfect fit for the little bird. The treant-like being was happy to be able to provide shade and shelter to a wide range of creatures across the seasons. Her impressive trunk housed countless creatures big and small who returned year after year after year.

The air was thick with an eerie stillness, and the ancient trees loomed overhead like silent sentinels, casting long shadows upon the forest floor. As they ventured deeper into the forest's heart, they encountered twisted creatures, manifestations of darkness that sought to hinder their progress. But the unity of Millent and the triplets, their unwavering love and determination, served as a shield against the malevolent forces that lurked within the trees. The long-awaited enemy of Millent and the triplets, known as the Shadow Pack, had been plotting their revenge since the day they were defeated. They had harbored a deep-seated grudge, resentful of the unity and strength that Millent and he

“Listen to me carefully. The Great Dream is the creator of The Myth; he then divided his power and merged with nature after the process of The Myth was completed. At that time, a golden seed leaded the Myth. The golden seed is a direct descendant of the Great Dream and only appears once every five hundred years.”

BOOOOOOOOM! The impact shattered mountains. The giant trunk cracked. The entire forest cried out. Then Lily looked back. Immediately. Then: "No." The World Tree was falling. Actually falling. The ancient guardian. The heart of the forest. The protector of the Third Crown. Dying. Then the tree spoke one final time. Its voice echoed across every corner of the forest. "RUN." The command carried impossible authority. Then the roots beneath the Heirs exploded forward. Launching them away. Hundreds of feet.