Normal Tree Novels & Stories

“This is the third tree.” Wolves stared. “What is it?” Dara asked. “The Both Tree,” Suri said. “Not white. Not pink. Both. Growing together.” She planted it in the center. Watered it with her blood and Dara’s and the pup’s. For a day, nothing happened. On day 2, the tree grew 3 feet. On day 3, 10 feet. On day 4, its branches covered the Circle. And where its shade fell, something strange happened.

Chapter 43 The atmosphere was as clear as crisp snow upon a glacier. The peace in the air could be smelled and felt through every fiber of my bones. It was a perfect utopia. Even the sky appeared brighter than normal, blending into the endless land stretching into a distance of nothingness, yet somehow, everything felt perfect. Just like the One Tree itself. Tall, overflowing with roots and knowledge, it looked as though it had existed since the dawn of time. "What have you come for, Alex?" the One Tree asked, and I stepped forward, exhaling sharply.

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”

His strong hands gripped the axe, fingers wrapping around the worn wooden handle. With measured precision, he selected a tree that was sturdy and well-seasoned. It stood tall, its branches reaching for the sky, a silent sentinel of the forest. As Nelson approached, he felt a connection with the tree, an unspoken understanding of the cycle of life and nature. Positioning himself carefully, he raised the axe high above his head, muscles rippling with effort. Time seemed to slow as he brought the axe down, the sharp blade meeting the wood with a resounding thud. A shower of wood chips erupted, carrying with them the earthy scent of freshly cut timber.

A way of telling Rex to get some senses. “Understood, sir.” he nodded and reached for his phone to call the driver ahead of the vehicle they were in to move to the mahogany tree in front, ignoring the mud. The thick forest had no life; it was filled with trees with buttress roots, and its branches formed a canopy, providing shade for weeds, causing them to grow sparsely where there was little sunlight show. A narrow but bushy path to the left had left a trail, and the weeds around the narrow path fled in different directions.

My own magic becomes my primary illumination, casting everything in shades of blue and white. That's when I see it—a tree unlike the others, standing alone in a small clearing. Where most of the orchard's trees bear scars from dragonfire or simple age, this one appears untouched by time. Its trunk is smooth and pale, almost luminous in the moonlight, and the runes carved into its bark are different—more complex, more deliberate, arranged in patterns that seem to shift when viewed from different angles.

“Over there!” After the two passed through a mess of rocks, they finally found the tree. It was a pine tree that was at least a hundred years old. From a distance, it looked as if it was the size of a palm, but it was gigantic from up close. Standing tall at the peak, it seemed like it was the stabilising force of the enormous mountain. Tyr was staring at it in a daze. Meanwhile, Dalton had already circled around the tree and put his hand on its enormous trunk as if he had found something.

“Damn, if this is the afterlife, it’s kinda empty. Not even a single angel in sight. Just grass, clouds, and—” He squinted. “—wait… is that a tree?” Far in the distance, beyond the horizon, stood a massive tree. Its colossal trunk rose higher than mountains, and its branches seemed to cradle the sky itself. Danial sighed. “Of course. There’s always a giant mysterious tree in these situations. Can’t be a door, can’t be a staircase to heaven—no, it has to be the tree of enlightenment or something.” Despite his sarcasm, he began walking. Each step carried him closer, though the tree never seemed to get nearer for the first few minutes. Thunder rumbled overhead, but no bolt struck him. In fact,

“I’ve always been so fascinated by the Blue Moon Tree. Do you have to tend to it often to keep it healthy?” I see Caspian’s eyes light up with excitement, not many people outside of the Mador Kingdom show interest in the Blue Moon Tree. His chest puffs out slightly in growing pride. “Actually, the tree barely needs any maintenance, the forest of our pack flourish so well, our soil is fresh and untampered with chemicals. And we ever rarely experience drought. The tree thrives in our sanctuary.” Isabella smiles broadly. “Wow! That’s brilliant! I’ve never met an Alpha so well versed with the necessities of nature. Usually, others are interested in politics or the economy and other trades. I thi

I’d tried to list everything that I needed to say, everything that I had to explain. I slammed the notebook shut. I huffed out a breath, and turned to look back out of the window. The forest was thicker here, the trees more densely packed. There were more pine trees, too, darker and taller than the bright orange trees of the sparse woodland we’d driven through before. Silently, Samyak’s hand snaked its way into mine. I gave it a small squeeze, but kept my eyes fixed resolutely on the pines outside. They were untouched by the oncoming autumn, and would remain as they were even in the harsh winter ahead.