Novel Tree Novels & Stories

The chipping sounds of the birds and the clapping of the leaves made the whole place more odd than it already appears to be. "What are you doing here again?" A lady's voice came like a loud echo from behind a tree in the forlorn area. Denovon smiled and walked towards a particularly large tall mahogany tree. The tree had an opening like a door on it, which can allow entrance of only creepy animals but the instant Denovon bent his head it was as if the entrance which looked too small was now elastic.

Frustrated, he closed the notebook and cursed, "They're all damn liars!" However, Marshawn's diary did provide some valuable insights about Yggdrasil and Evergrow. It mentioned that the three ancient sacred trees could all restrain Evergrow. Marshawn had written his theories in the diary, as well. In the ancient records, Yggdrasil and the other two sacred trees held the power to counteract Evergrow. Marshawn speculated that the unique energies and properties of these trees created a natural opposition to Evergrow's destructive force. That knowledge could be crucial in understanding how to protect or heal those affected by Evergrow.

But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

I jolted awake in bed, sweat soaking the sheets, while the pain of being knocked to the ground by my mother still seemed to linger in every limb. I slowed my breathing and forced myself to calm down. The memories of my family blaming me and of my mother killing me with her car replayed again and again in my mind. Then the notification sound from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. “Charlotte, the firm has taken on a defense case for a plaintiff. The partners assigned you as her lawyer.”

First of all, people died - numerous people - in the great rebellion, then the clan's leadership fell into the hands of strangers and the new education system found its way in, and now, more than anything, the new faith was fastening its grip. But the differences between the two religions were subtle and confounding. While the new faith upheld the ideology of an invisible tree and its branches, at the center of the clan's aboriginal religious system too was a tree called the long-lasting tree that had now however been cut down. These two trees were claimed to have powers. The Blue-eyed said their tree was the son of God and had its powers from God while the conservatives held that their tree

And at the edge of a glade where no path had ever existed, the ground opened. No explosion. No quake. Just silence and then the trees parted to reveal something ancient. A tree made entirely of bones. It towered like a monument to forgotten gods its branches skeletal, its bark a fusion of ribs, spines, and skulls grown into unnatural curves. The marrow glowed faintly with violet light. From its roots oozed a dark ichor that hissed as it touched the earth, burning runes into the moss. “The Bone Tree,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

"Oh my goodness! It's wonderful." “I know, it looks remarkable.” Jenna agreed as they turned to look at an incredible wonder. Not too far from them stood a massive ancient tree. They looked upwards. They could not see where the tree ended. It just faded away into the clouds of sand and debris. The tree was gigantic; it was not only very high but at least a hundred feet around. Its tangled slab of roots was no doubt anchored deep into the ground. It could not move with the storm, yet it confused them. How could it be in the centre of it? Eve rubbed her eyes. “Am I seeing this?”

"This tree is you, Adira." I turned around completely, the tarp making a noise under my feet. "What? How?" His gaze weakened me. My resolve crumbled around me as he hummed deep in his chest. He leaned back, his long frame trying to appear at ease, but I could see how wound up he was inside. "This tree overcame fire, still alive enough to recover from the char. Sprouting seedlings from deep in its cracks. Even as pieces of it are severed, it comes back, warped. A product of its environment."

She stepped closer to the forest. "...your purpose has simply grown." Silence. The words settled among the branches. Like seeds searching for soil. The child laughed softly. "Trees understand growing." Harbor chuckled. "They simply need someone to remind them." For the first time... A tiny green shoot emerged from the bark of one of the ancient black trees. It was almost invisible. Yet every tree in the forest felt it. The ancient face stared in disbelief. "Impossible..." The newly named man smiled warmly. "No." He touched the rough bark with gentle fingers.