One Tree Hill Fan Fiction 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.

And just like that— The tension broke. But somewhere in the back of my mind— One thought still lingered. Tomorrow. Woodhill.. Versus Hillia. Johanis.. Versus Tavian. And waiting beyond that— Blackmoor.

I can feel new scrapes and injuries across my skin from the fall through the branches. Wetness trails down my cheeks in thin streams. Do not shed those tears, Mia. It is what they want. Bam! My grip tightens. I have to think. There are two possible courses of action here. Jump, or hold on until I fall — or the tree does. On one hand, if I jump, I can control where I land. On the other hand, Damon’s friends may refuse to catch me. Rachael may decide that the fake love confession I wrote — the one that made her act weird because she thought Damon had a crush on her — is too grave an offense.

Leah looked irritated when she returned to her seat. "I don't know," Mia replied curtly, and in a tone that conveyed indifference. They fell silent again, Grace went back to her work and Mia went back to fiddling with her cell phone. As the day wore on, the wind that blew around them grew stronger. The branches of a large tree that stood in the middle of the cafeteria kept moving in the wind, they were like hundreds of angels dancing under the darkening sky. Mia shuddered as the cold wind blew through her hair, and when she saw the moving tree branches she was reminded of a horror film she had watched as a child. The horror film shows a big tree that holds so many human souls who are its vic

Did he observe them from an alias on I*******m? I park my mom's car in front of the Harris Park tree and find some remaining eggshells. There are a few remaining eggshell fragments from my humiliation. I throw them in a trash bag. I scrub the tree and get some of the spray paint off. I work for hours. The sweat comes to my pores. It takes me six hours to clean the big tree. I put a new rope ladder on the nails of the tree. I climb up and sit as Jeremy would. My favorite book keeps me company. The Kissing Booth keeps my mind off my reality. Hopefully, Jeremy will let himself live a little longer so he can see justice being served on his behalf.

Me: No, just insane. Cole: I’m already outside. I sat up so fast the mattress groaned. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, pulling a hoodie over my T-shirt. When I cracked my window open, the cool night air hit me first. Then his voice. “Are you seriously climbing a tree again?” I hissed. Cole’s grin flashed up at me from the branches of the old oak like some delinquent Peter Pan. “Obviously,” he whispered back. “You’re going to fall and break your neck.”

Conrad raised an eyebrow. His voice dropped lower. "Shirley, I misunderstood you. "Ned, her brother, helped her fake her suicide," he continued. Ned Dunn was his most trusted assistant. "When I investigated later, I found out that Kelly's best friend was a victim of a project years ago. After learning about Kelly's plan to fake a suicide attempt, she secretly swapped the rope meant to save her, framing the Harmons. I trusted you, so I didn't save her in time, but she actually died..."

Oren's eyes went bloodshot and he brought his fist down on the table hard enough to shatter the white crystal fruit dish he had never been willing to use. "Find her! Karl, go and hire human mercenaries! Turn the human lands upside down if you have to, but bring her back!" He seemed to age ten years on the spot, and his voice was raw. "I'll plant her another tree. The finest oak there is. That will give her life back to her." Karl clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and nodded firmly. And all of them were deliberately ignoring one fact. An elf's bonded tree can only be planted once in a lifetime.

Maverick (POV) “Mother effin’ things, I don’t like climbing trees at night,” I said in the night to particularly no body. I was hiding on a tree top. It made for an excellent vantage point. Gave access straight to Eve’s window. She was doing her damn homework…again. I mean I can help her with that, I can guide her through if she would let me but all she does is talk about Alpha this and Alpha that…

“See what I mean? She’s going to drive me crazy.” Clearly, and Zy didn’t envy his pal. He’d always thought Trees would fall for some pliable female who was a little twisted and conspiracy-theorist, too. They’d have a few kids, prepare for a doomsday that hopefully never came, and enjoy the shit out of a life they lived as off the grid as possible. In his mind, she’d be loving and boisterous, filling in Trees’s large conversational gaps. She’d cede to him about important things and make his life hell the rest of the time. And she would love sex.