The House Among The Trees Novels & Stories

The cliff we were standing on gave a great view of this place, though I suspected that there was so much more. “Come, this way!” Allison said excitedly, flying downhill. I felt a little vulnerable, having let go of Damien's hand, so I took his into mine and we made our way down the hill. A white cobblestone path went in between the tress, which had cracks along the bark, light shining from the cracks and lighting up the way. At the top of trees were beautifully crafted houses that seemed to mold to the trees as if they were part of them. I wondered if they were actually like that or the elves coming out of them to watch us, had something to do with it.

The Moon Bound Pack house stood sentinel among the trees, its weathered wooden walls blending seamlessly with the moonlight. The roof, a tangled mesh of branches and leaves, seemed a natural extension of the forest. Windows like gleaming eyes watched over the woods, their intricately carved shutters telling stories of the pack's history.

"Meanwhile, Mango did not understand what this group of people was trying to do. She took a glance at Nathaniel, and he gestured her to calm down without saying much. " "They walked for a long distance. Along the way, they even encountered several mutated animals. Surprisingly, those animals subconsciously retreated as they noticed their arrival as if those group of people was the leaders of the forest." "Upon seeing this, both Nathaniel and Mango pondered for a moment. They seemed to have guessed what was happening." "Finally, they saw a house in the center of the forest." "The house was beautiful. Since it was a primeval forest, the tree branches stretched to the window as if it was a natu

Later that night, The abandoned wooden house seemed like a ghostly shadow, standing at the edge of the old pack’s territory, half-swallowed by shadow and old roots. Trees crowded close to the boundary of the house, their branches twisted like grasping fingers. Even the air smelled of damp wood and decay, suffocating me. Hidden among the trees, Kieran’s elite guard quickly took their positions, melting into darkness. I could not see them, but I felt them there, though they were masking their scent using herb oil.

“You two are quite the team.” Marissa's house is a cozy, welcoming haven nestled on the edge of the forest. The exterior is quaint, with a rustic charm that fits perfectly with the surrounding wilderness. The wooden structure is painted a soft sage green, with white trim around the windows and doors. A wraparound porch adorned with potted plants and a couple of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and enjoy the tranquil scenery.

Thanking the Knight, I waited for him to return before I truly took in the entre place. The house was small but the size didn't matter. The nature around it made me overlook it's size. There are trees all around the area, their branches covered with small dusts of snow and there is a small clear water collected at one side, looking a bit frozen at the weather. Small bunnies hopped around the house. In front of the house, there are cut up logs good enough to keep the entire house warm for the next day. The front door of the small house and out walked Viper Great himself.

Watching you. Kye rode ahead to scout the trail. Mira kept to the back. Rowan stayed close to Freya and me. We didn’t speak much as the day wore on. The trees grew thicker, the air lighter, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. More than that followed. And then we saw the house. It stood just off the trail, half-hidden by trees. Old. Leaning sideways a little, like it had been forgotten for a hundred years. The wood was gray and warped. The roof sagged. No windows, just holes where they’d been.

We moved forward, and the sound of our footsteps over the muddy ground mixed with the sound of the rain surrounding us. The weather was cold, but the tension between us was denser than the cold itself. As if we carried many unspoken words over our shoulders. Perhaps because we will stay together tonight... Alone... away from everyone. And finally, after our eyes pierced through the thick trees, the house appeared before us. A medium-sized mountain house, strangely warm in appearance. A mixture between modern engineering and nature. Its small windows were lit with a dim light resembling candle glow. The place was completely isolated...

Mary was close before me, her footsteps quick and sure as she led the way through the trees. The night air was cool and damp, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as we ran. My legs felt like lead, the pain of labor like a wave crashing over me, but I pushed on, my fingers digging into Mary's arm as she guided me through the darkness. And then, just as the dawn was beginning to break over the horizon, we saw it. A house. A small, ramshackle house, nestled in the trees at the edge of the forest. The windows were dark and silent, but I could see a dim light flickering in the distance.

We crossed the highway quickly and made it into the cover of the trees as a second truck passed by us. From the edge of the trees there were about four hundred feet of tree foliage that surrounded the building we had marked on the photos. We moved stealthily surrounding the house and moved forward slowly. There were a few lights burning and I had crept up behind a guard that was relieving himself against a tree.