Novel Tree Novels & Stories

It collapses into dust. The bones inside — the ancient Alpha — fall free. They don’t hit the ground. They turn to light. Green and gold. It shoots straight up through the stone, through the earth, to the new Tree above. On our comms, Sky gasps. “Wren! The D.C. Tree just — it just grew fifty feet! It’s… crying. Sap like tears.” One down. Eleven to go. Eli moves to the next tree. Then Draven. Then me.

"There's something about this place, about the Nexus Tree. I can feel its connection to the Heartwood, but there's more, isn't there? What secrets does it hold?" Faelan nodded, a knowing smile playing on its delicate features. "The Nexus Tree is more than a symbol—it is a repository of the collective experiences and aspirations of those who have traversed this realm. Each mark upon its branches tells a story, a tale of unity, transformation, and the boundless potential that extraordinary love holds."

The air around the Tree smelled rotten, like old blood and spoiled milk. They reached the silver door just as a monstrous black vine slammed down, thick as a tree trunk. “Jump!” June called. Dante tossed Hope through the gap, then scooped June and swung her inside. He dove in just before the vine slammed the entrance completely shut. Inside, the Tree didn’t look like wood at all. It was a vast cathedral, all pulsing veins and glowing nerves, but none of them shone gold anymore. Black, oily liquid was choking everything. “It’s like anatomy,” June whispered, her mind racing. “The Tree is a body. And this black stuff—it’s a stroke. It’s blocking the planet’s blood flow.”

Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only imagine what it looked like with the help of a thick layer of papers compacted into a whole. The traveller was escorted by a talkative tree, about 90 feet tall and with a 4.8 millimeter bark thickness. It was a heavy one although it could walk easily with its roots which became its feet; multiple limbs of every size. The traveller lived in a strange world for more than 30 years of his life since he was born. He was the only human on the planet. His origin was unknown, and his journey was his

"Was my great-aunt’s. She went rot back in '72. Folks said she was cursed. This proves she wasn’t. She was just like us." He opened it, laying it flat on the floor. Scribbled pages. Notes. Drawings. Maps of the woods. The shadowline. The black tree. "She called it the tether," Atlas whispered. "Said the tree feeds off it. Off love left unspoken. Love that dies quiet." Nova traced a finger down the drawings. "That’s why the rot hits when folks fall in love. Because the tree don’t want us to. It feeds off the hurt." "We ain't in love," Wren said quickly. "We just... care. And maybe that’s why the dreams came. The tree's just keepin' tabs on us."

That's why I lightly blow on my palm to give it warmth. In the middle of the forest, on my way to the tree house, I noticed a sizable oak tree. It's the only unique tree here, which amazes me. The majority are tall and lean. I ignored it and passed it by it. Focusing on giving myself warmth, I didn't realize that I had passed by an oak tree again. "Oh, I didn't know that there was a lot of that here." I talked to myself. Pluto and I used to be here often. So I was surprised and a bit incredulous that there was an oak tree here that was new to my eyes.

I murmured relaxing in the tree. Up in the tree, the wind was blowing cool and I felt that no one would come to disturb me. I also played my cellphone in the tree. On this tree the cellular network is so smooth that I feel free to open social media. I saw comments about readers about my novel. There are many kinds of comments, some like it and some hate it. Every comment is funny, there are even readers who are excited about the character's attitude and want the storyline to be changed. Meanwhile, under this tree, a young man and a tourist has taken shelter under the tree.

After a brief thought, he replied, “It’s a tree left behind by a powerful senior.” “Who might that be?” James looked at him curiously. “An unrivaled powerhouse that no one dared to challenge.” “Stop beating around the bush. Hurry up and tell me who it is.” James was slightly impatient. “Ahem, ahem.” Zeno coughed a few times and said, “The tree is called Path Tree, and its fruits are called Path Fruits. The tree was an ordinary fruit tree grown in this powerhouse’s residence. However, it mutated because of the abundant power of its master.

Every life a story. Nova stared in awe. The tree radiated warmth. Peace. Sorrow. Love. The emotions washed through existence like waves. The Graveyard's voice softened. This is the Last Tree. Silence followed. The First Memory immediately began crying. The Witnesses stared in wonder. The Forgotten fell to their knees. Even Origin looked humbled. Nova couldn't look away. Because beneath the tree sat someone. A figure. Waiting. Watching. Smiling. The person looked ordinary. A simple traveler.

“This way. The tree should be just beyond this ridge.” They trekked onward, the excitement building with each passing moment. Eventually, they arrived at a small clearing, and there it stood—the old tree, its massive trunk gnarled and twisted, with roots that snaked out like ancient fingers gripping the earth. “Wow,” Jace breathed, taking in the sight. “It’s incredible.” Mia stepped closer, her eyes sparkling. “It feels alive, like it’s watching us.” Elara began sketching the tree, capturing its majesty and the intricate details of its bark. “This is going to be a beautiful illustration for our story.”