The House Among The Trees Novels & Stories

A large door leads to an extremely large balcony with grass and logs in place of couches, tables and plants and flowers and so much more. The draw bridges leading from sections of the three house was phenomenal. Once I got down and felt the grass beneath my feet it was like something clicked and I knew exactly where I was. But it all looked different, the trees that surrounded the sizeable clear plain were not the dark dead ones as before but they were green, vibrant, and full of life. I stared at the far east and saw her. Ler hid under the apple tree clearly trying to pick one but she was having trouble. I tried to get her attention but before I could I heard a voice shouting by the tree li

He’d known she’d use the money to save anyone she could from the childhood she’d suffered. The trees that covered the drive opened to a clearing small enough that the sun barely touched it. A one-level house with a gray roof and dirty white walls that almost touched the trees on three sides filled the area. The red dirt and gravel road ended in front of the house and fanned out to form what was meant to be extra parking. No front porch. No garage. Just a square house that had been here for so long that it almost blended into the woods and earth that surrounded it. It was old, but the bones must be good to still be standing after all these years.

Old tongue. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, a tremor ran through the tree's branches. Its quivering motion spreading outward in a rippling pattern. One by one, the surrounding trees shuddered in eerie synchronization. Even the very earth under us vibrated in a scary symphony. Just as suddenly as it began, the movement ceased. Ophelia opened her eyes and turned back to face Dimitri. "The trees say there is a house not too far to the west," she murmured, mouth tight. "And it reeks of negative energy and blood."

That's absurd. Finally, we reached our destination, it was my home. As we pulled up to my home, the warm glow of the porch light welcomed us, casting a golden ambiance across the lush green lawn. The house, a charming blend of modern and shiny elements, stood gracefully amidst the embracing trees. Tall oak and maple trees, their leaves rustling softly in the evening breeze, formed a natural canopy above the property. Their gnarled branches stretched towards the sky, creating a sense of seclusion and tranquility.

Author POV Deep inside the forest stood an old house forgotten by time. Tall trees surrounded it from every direction. Their branches twisted together like giant hands blocking the sky. The ground was dry and covered with dead leaves. No flowers grew there. No birds sang. Even the wind sounded strange in that place. The house itself looked weak and abandoned. The wooden walls were cracked. Some parts of the roof had already fallen apart. Dust covered the broken windows. The front door hung slightly open, moving slowly whenever the cold wind passed through.

Which absolutely did not include wondering what he looks like naked, sitting on a throne, legs spread, beckoning me to crawl into his lap… After a few minutes, and a whole internal monologue about whether I’d survive a bear attack, the trees begin to thin. We step into a cottage core wet dream. Rising from the earth, smooth timber walls, stained dark and stretching three stories. A wraparound deck, wide enough to host their cult meetings, trails around both sides and disappears towards the back of the house. Massive windows reflect the sky and trees, portals to some expensive outdoorsy dimension where hot people chop firewood shirtless and no one ever pisses in a friend's wardrobe after half

I looked at the three trees. Then at him. "Five weeks," I said. "Five weeks," he said. "Then ordinary," I said. "Then ordinary," he said. He held out his hand. I took it. We stood in the garden. The Saturday afternoon. The three trees. The bond running between us. The family in the house behind us — the warm chaos of nine people in a space designed for three, the specific quality of a family reunited and present and real. The pack in the territory around us.

Mae followed close behind, curls bouncing, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and unease. At the top of the ridge, the trees parted to reveal the clearing. My breath caught. It was like nothing I’d expected. The place seemed to grow out of the forest itself—an old cabin, but not quite human-made. The walls were dark wood, gnarled and twisted, as if the trees themselves had bent over centuries to form it. Moss clung thickly to the roof, small vines curled along the windows, and smoke spiraled lazily from a crooked chimney that seemed more like a branch than stone.

The trees here in Tordis –I realize – are in fact, the houses of the elven people! Pavilion like houses perched on top of each of the vine twisting and root curling trees. Each flooring was round with intricate designs with glass windows and several hanging crystals for decorations. The sizes of these tree houses vary to the thickness of the trees supporting its weight. Some are bigger while some are smaller. Then I noticed something. From one of these said houses I saw one elf with big pointy ears and long bronze hair looking at us. When it caught my gaze, it immediately hid. I blink and search around the place to see if I can find another elf. There were none.

I replied and stood up. "Wait..... Where's the most secluded part of this kingdom?" I asked "The devil trees" Amos replied "What's that?" I asked "They're five trees that formed a circle, they are weirdly shaped and scary. There's a myth that the trees bring badluck for anyone who steps in. So no one dares to go closer" Amos explained while I listened with rapt attention "Where's it located?" I asked and he gave me the description. I stood up and Amos stood up after me