Novel & Cerita Novel The Trees

The small boy claimed God was inside the baby but Than claimed God was dead. Why has our life become such an unexplainable cycle of shitstorms? Can’t we be happy for once and live as everyone else does? In peace, with no unwanted attention or danger looming around the next corner? “The baby had to become the key; didn’t you listen to what I just told you? There are trees located in the shadow forests – evil trees. You might think it’s a fairytale that I’m telling you to make fun of you, but I beg to differ. Once the trees bloom, we’re fucked. Those blossoms will open the gate, and the evil, way greater than that in the pits of hell, will escape.”

⚠️ ATTENTION ⚠️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is unedited so expect typographical errors, grammatical errors, wrong spelling. English isn't my first language and I hope you understand. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!!! --- Nini I keep running through the endless trees here in the forest.

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "You're a shriveled up, old hag now, so it makes sense that you don't understand what a privilege it is to serve the divine tree. I'll definitely satisfy it. You agree with me, don't you, Mr. Holton?" Isaac nodded vigorously. Using the saplings around us as cover, he ran his greasy hand along my thigh. The woman's face turned a ruddy red when she realized that she couldn't win the argument against me. She lowered her head and continued working. I scoffed. Joy bubbled in my heart when I thought of all the rumors about the divine tree. Our village was located in the east of a massive mountain. A forest stood in the mountain. The trees were so tall that they disap

"According to the maps, the Convergence site lies just beyond that stand of silver trees." The silver trees in question tower two hundred feet into the air, their metallic bark reflecting light that doesn't come from the sun. Between their trunks, space seems to fold and unfold like origami being continuously reshaped by invisible hands. "That's not on any of Dr. Winters's maps," Marcus observes, studying the impossible grove through binoculars. "Because it didn't exist yesterday," I realize, extending my perception toward the trees. "The corruption is building defenses, trying to prevent us from reaching the central site."

I was waiting for a response but the voice never came again, instead I felt eyes on me,and if felt like every tree is watching me. I stood up and kept walking, I should have ran back to the dorm, but walking deeper into the forest just felt right, it was peaceful, and it feels like the trees holds all the answers of the questions I have. I was limping and my leg felt like it was about to explode with everystep I took, I stopped in walking immediately I saw a shadow, I hid behind one of the trees, my heart was pounding against my chest and I couldn't breath, it feels like the tree is strangling me.

Mira nudges him, whispering furiously, “Tell me this is normal.” James pale, sweating “It is not normal mira the air is heavier ” “It’s your panic making it heavier!” “no it is the pressure, mira! the trees just bowed!” And they had. Trees around the clearing had bent, trunks groaning softly leaning toward me. Paying respect. Or warning. A shiver ripples through the crowd as another whisper rises: “Is she going to stay like that forever?” “I hope so.”

The canopy overhead swallowed most of the moonlight, leaving us moving through patches of silver and shadow. And then I saw it. A break in the trees up ahead. A clearing. But not just any clearing. The ground was blackened, scorched like a fire had raged through here long ago. At the center stood a single, twisted tree—its bark charred, its branches bare. The fire inside me pulsed wildly. This was it. “The next flame is here,” I said, stepping forward. Lena gave me a skeptical look. “Where? Because all I see is a creepy dead tree.”

We walked out of the Default Exchange with nothing but a cedar pen, a lead map, and a debt that had survived the reformat of the universe. As we stepped onto the new trail—a path made of cold, unyielding iron type-set that cut into our boots—the bronze trees began to change. Their bark turned from wood to stacked leather bindings, and the leaves above were no longer green or yellow, but the white margins of a billion unwritten pages. The world was narrowing. The narrative was tightening its grip. We reached the edge of a great chasm where the forest simply stopped. Below us, there was no mist or white light—there was only a massive, black ink-well that stretched for miles, its surface as smo

Who was in danger this time? We passed a window, and I stopped so abruptly that my father nearly crashed into me. "Elara, what—" But I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I could only stare. Half of the forest on that side was on fire. The flames roared and crackled, devouring everything in their path. The trees—those beautiful, magical trees with their glowing leaves of every color—were burning. The leaves twisted and turned, moving like they were crying, swaying from side to side with so much pressure as if trying to escape the inferno. But the fire didn't stop. It kept spreading, climbing higher and higher, consuming everything.

“Trees that grow without blood feeding them. Soil that gives more than it takes. Nights that cool. Seasons that still know their order. Children can run outside without first learning which winds carry sickness. To you, this is normal. To many beyond the barrier, it is wealth beyond measure.” The van went silent. I looked out the window again. Trees moved past. Ordinary trees. Dark shapes against a darkening sky. I had grown up under trees like that and thought they were simply there. I had walked through woods to cry because the pack had hurt me. I had hidden under branches, bled under leaves, breathed air that did not burn, drank water that did not poison, and never once thought of those t