Novel Tree Novels & Stories

Word of mouth from the elders within the community believed that that endemic started when the wolf god planted a mysterious tree in the middle of the base of the Northern Mountains, where most of the people lived and will be visible by the morning. The tree was as big as a five-story building and as thick as an adult size elephant while it had a silver white twisted trunk and branches. It was leafless but it brightly shines when it hits by the moonlight and it is full of fruits hanging on its branches. It has various colors and sizes – white, black, gray, brown, amber, and the mixture of it then the size ranges from a peanut to a volleyball. The stunning tree stayed in the area for two days

Wayne had just cleaved through one tree's stems with his sword when he looked around to survey his men's condition, a horrifying battle ensued around him. These trees were invaders, they were not native to this plane. Little wonder he had not noticed their presence; their scent had been inconsequential because he had not expected to be assaulted by trees. They were widely known as the Jubboko vampiric trees, a species of leafless sprouts, that survived on blood, existing mostly in the realm of the vampires. They might have possibly crossed over from the rift in the veil and were currently traveling towards the village settlements.

“Don’t talk yet.” The car stops in a dark place surrounded by trees. I open my eyes, and Nathan has already gotten out and opened my door. “This is my family’s forest.” Nathan grabs a flashlight from the car and turns it on. “Follow me.” I follow him. We walk among the trees, pushing through bushes, stepping on ground damp with dew. “Here,” Nathan says. I look up. A treehouse. Old wood, a rope ladder, a platform up high. A treehouse that might have been a playground for kids once, now old but still sturdy.

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

She returned to her room. Closed her eyes. And dreamed. The forest appeared instantly. Ancient trees stretched endlessly into darkness. Silver mist covered the ground. Nova stood alone among the shadows. Her heartbeat quickened. The dream again. Only this time it felt different. More real. The air felt colder. The silence felt heavier. And then she heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Coming from somewhere ahead. Nova turned. A figure stood between the trees. Tall. Broad-shouldered.

The trees swayed and I saw a few cats playing with each other. "Yeah?" He said, his voice muffled as well. "Wait till you see the actual place." And we were silent for a while until I saw a sign. "Hot air balloon festival? You're taking me on an air hot air balloon?" "Yeah." Brayden laughed as he slowed the bike down. "Pretty cool, huh?" And we stopped in what seems like a field. The balloons were huge with variety of colors. I was so amused and amazed that Brayden would actually do something like this for me.

We don’t have too many of these moments to bond together left, at least not for just the two of us. “I’d like that.” ________________________ In the early hours of the morning, a cloaked figure slinks through the dense trees of the Novan forest, a canister of some unidentified substance in one hand, and a book of matches in the other. They move through the woodlands as quietly as a ghost, leaving no tracks behind them, only a steady stream of noxious liquid spilling from the can.

A fae noble reached out to steady an elderly witch when she stumbled, the gesture automatic and genuine. "The Tree doesn't just symbolise unity," Kenny observed quietly. "It creates it." When the Tree finally stopped growing, it stood majestic against the sky, its canopy spreading wide to create a natural cathedral. From its branches hung fruit unlike any I'd ever seen, similar to Moonberries but larger, with a luminous quality that shifted between colours. "Unity fruit," Sebastian identified them with awe. "Said to taste different to each species, providing exactly what they most need for healing and strength."

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.

Small leaves had grown in random parts of his arm, it was as if it was made out of a tree, bark-covered the outer layer of his arm. He glanced behind him, finally noticing a giant tree, a willow tree. It’s thick leaves a shower of curtains, covering the broken interior of the cabin he was in. He felt drawn to such a massive tree, it was unlike any other tree he had seen, it was massive, it was as tall as a three-story house. He felt drawn to it. A magnetic pull urging him towards it. Subconsciously standing up with unsteady feet he went near it, touching its trunk, he could feel it was alive,