Scary Balete Tree Novels & Stories

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.

Six months after Tata Pedro’s death and Kael’s fall, the northern highlands woke to the first rain of the new year. Sheets of water washed over the hillsides, turning the soil dark and rich, feeding the hundreds of saplings that now dotted the landscape of Pedro’s Grove. Bella stood at the edge of the community orchard, her boots sinking into the wet earth as she checked each young tree. She’d planted the first one—a gala apple sapling grown from a seed Tata Pedro had tucked into her hand the week before he died—right beside the cracked stone marker that now served as the site’s heart. The marker had been carefully repaired, the crack filled with silver that caught the light like a river of

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

Bryan slowly walked downstairs, he felt thrilled and excited as well as really nervous. It was very very dark in here and he had to use his phones flashlight to walk downstairs. But he suddenly saw a light coming from the very end and when he reached the end he stopped dead in his tracks, his pupils dialed and his heart beat increased, his lips parted when he saw the humungous and beautiful world tree. It was so huge and so pretty, so majestic that Bryan couldn't take his eyes off of it. This was another dimension where the tree was.

She said while she passed streaks of gazes in different directions, "But from where did the roots descend? The roots of the banyan tree are never piled up, but they float in the air…" Skyla stopped abruptly and her throat got clenched and her eyes went wider. After a brief second, she screeched, "AAHH!!" when she spotted a venomous, black snake crawling in one of the branches toward Skyla. The snake was a very long one and it was just located a branch away from the Skyla. Since, Skyla was wrapped by the aerial roots of the banyan tres that had many branches, the branch in which the snake was, was extremely close to her and the snake was slithering and crawling toward Skyla.

The sun was almost setting and only weak streams of light guided them through the coming darkness. Luntian assumes they’ll reach the Castle by night. But from the looks of it, they’re been doing the run around for hours because she spotted the same old tree with markings again. For she sees nothing but trees and thick bushes —nothing else. The grass on the ground was thick, and with every step they took their feet felt tingling sensations. There's a palpable sense as Calleb looks towards the surroundings trees and tall grass. As if the beast that sleeps inside of him is telling him a warning. To keep his eyes and ears open and look.

Somewhere in the distance he heard Xenia's laughter echoing, side glancing at her to see her running forward, but all the while, Stefanos was awestruck with the immense beauty before him. Right before him, stood a huge Banyan tree. It was so large that even Stefanos six feat three inch height wasn't enough to help him see the top of it. The braches spread out all around, casting a warm shade underneath it with thick heavy branches to sit and old rotten vines to swing through. The tree was really old, that Stefanos already knew, but the mightiness that it portrayed was one to behold. Stefanos was immediately in love with it. "Yeah...woah." Xenia mocked Stefanos from where she was perched on t

Bale's voice dripped with malice as he sneered, "Well, well, well, look who we have here. The prodigal daughter has returned." I didn't flinch, my gaze locked onto his. Instead of replying to him with words, I tossed the satchel in his direction, the head of his Beta rolling out onto the floor. Bale's growl was like thunder as he ordered his men to capture me. But I was prepared. With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed my power, twisting and snapping the bodies of those who dared to approach me. Bale, realizing his men were no match for me, shifted into a wolf, attempting to flee. But I was faster, shifting into my own wolf form, I gave chase. The hunt was on, our paws pounding the ground as w

The slender trunks swayed by the gust of wind like a slender body that swayed quietly and full of charm. When the wind suddenly blows harder. The fronds stretch out in parallel in one direction, like dancers' hands to the rhythm of the rain, like little girls huddled together and joking under the pouring rain. The coconut trees grow on the slopes of the other trees that are dense and dense. The slope of the slope makes the view across the valley like a classical Balinese style painting of nature exposed on the sky wall. In addition to the coconut tree, which gives a soft impression, the straight and slender trunk becomes white and has strong upright lines.

“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