Scary Balete Tree Novels & Stories

she questioned. "Yeah. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but when our parents died, Ballo didn't really handle it as well as I did. Probably because he had an older brother called Andre that died a year before he lost his parents. He has a phobia for losing people which is why he doesn't let people close." He stopped to take a sip of his water and then he continued. "I am his only family and he's my only family. I think the thought of something bad almost happening to me might have set him off. Sometimes he has panic attacks." "Wow." Was all that I could say.

Marius informs me. I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw it. He's right, it is the balete tree, and it's the only one around the area. It stands out because it looks different from the regular tree around this place. Most of them are acacia trees or narra. But the balete tree looks out of place which means we are here. "Good job, sweetie! That's a balete tree and we should find my friends around here." I said and we both looked at the majestic balete tree.

Everything was mystical in this place. The sun was already up, though I was so sure it did not take a day in the realm of the Kapre. “I think it was always nighttime in their place. They conform with their surroundings just like any other creatures.” “That might be.” We fell silent after a while. There were only trees around. What was unbelievable was they all the same kind of enormous plants. Balete was what Banyan had tipped me. They were of the same height, span of crowns, and were lined up like an organized army of a military group.

It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the future of the pack and our entire species itself. All it takes is the opening of the truck door, and one inhale of the forest air, and we all know. Bale. Bale has stalked these woods and recently. When I first joined the hunt, Father pulled an old shirt from a sealed bag, to let me imprint his old pack mate’s scent. Once was all I needed to engrain the omega’s smell into my brain. The woods reek of it. He’s been busy here, his fur has brushed many trees, he even marked this territory with his urine. I can smell death and decay in the air. Not just traces of stale human blood, but animals which have also fallen to the rogue. It seems as though Bale

Alastair led me toward an ancient giant tree that stood at the edge of the garden, near the woods. “At the very least, this tree is over 5,000 years old," Alastair spoke, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. "The thing is known by the name Gilgi." He continued describing the tree's features, but my attention was diverted. My fingertips grazed the bark of the tree, the texture resembling swirling water, as if the tree had risen from the depths of the earth itself. My gaze followed the intricate patterns, feeling as though I could get lost in the intricate dance of nature.

Everything was packed up efficiently, and we were off again, travelling to our second destination. This time, we set up our tents and perimeter. It was such a gorgeous forest with a mix of different trees. One of my favourites was the Kyparissiaía Katanyktikí. It was a maple tree with delicate, star-shaped flowers that bloom only under the full moon's light. Those who slept beneath its branches were said to be granted visions of the future. The closest translation into the common human language would be Dreambloom Maple. I could see one of those, but not right in the clearing.

she said as she continued to pay attention to her husband. Royce, then, showed her the picture on his phone of a tree with oversized-looking fruits that looked like bananas from afar. "These trees are the main attraction of the park that I'm about to take you to. See the name here?" He pointed to the small letters on the screen. Elaine squinted her eyes as she read the small lettering. "C-com...eh wait, con~do~om balloon trees?" Then, she lifted her head, terrified at the finding. "It says Condom Balloon Trees?! Who on earth created such trees? This is a nature park for goodness sake."

“By the way, if Lord Saint wants to borrow the village chief’s bloodline talent to negate the negative coercion from the Dead Zone, you need to have intercourse with the village chief! Chief, you have to act faster for the sake of Lord Saint’s safety!” Lena blushed. “I can do it anytime as long as Lord Saint has made a decision. We can do it now if you wish.” “Definitely not now,” Alex replied. “Currently, the Undying Clan ahead is performing a sacrifice. All the Undying Clan members are bleeding, their blood flowing toward a large bizarre tree. The huge eerie tree is pitch-black, and its trunk is covered with lumps. By the way, it can also bloom some kind of flower... like colorful mushroom

It shimmered, very faint, like heat above stone — even though the dirt underfoot felt cold, colder than Silverveil soil should feel in early spring. The trees around it grew wrong, too smooth and too tall, their bark pale and faintly veined like bone. Melody had said that was residue — “the Veil bleeding sideways into the world.” Heather had said that was disgusting and also she was going to set the trees on fire if they looked at Baylee weird. Now those same trees stood silent, watchful. The thin seam of the scar itself hovered a few feet off the ground, a vertical line of pale light, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat you could almost — not quite — hear.

One of his black eyebrows shot up at me. 'Why can't I use my power anymore?" I asked while demonstrating my slashing motion at him. Balthazar immediately ducked down quickly and then a loud snap was heard so loud that it made me flinch in surprise. Balthazar dashed away as the trunk of the large tree next to him slowly tilted then fell towards the direction Balthazar was leaning against earlier. A loud bedebum sound followed after. We looked at the broken tree trunk which was almost three times bigger than the tree he had asked to cut down.