The Immortal Tree Novels & Stories

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

So all I can do is continue to search the home and sleep. Today, however, I know what needs to be done. I can't wait any longer. If I stay here, I'm not going to have any hope, so, I take a thick coat from Death's closet, and open the front door again. A foggy mist skates over the tundra. The cold is bitter, but now that I'm immortal again, I should be able to handle it. Distantly, a light suddenly glimmers. I flinch. What is that?

Let it spill. A breeze picked up. It wasn't the cold wind of the North. It was warm. It smelled of blooming jasmine and deep earth. The ground trembled. Not a quake, but a shiver. And then, the Elder Tree moved. Its massive roots groaned, shifting in the soil. The branches creaked, stretching outward. And suddenly, thousands of buds appeared on the bare winter branches. In seconds, the tree burst into bloom. White flowers cascaded down like snow. Then the next tree bloomed. And the next. A wave of life rippled out from Leo, turning the dormant winter grove into a riot of spring color in the span of a heartbeat. The Silencers grabbed their heads, groaning. Their artificial dampening fields sh

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

Meanwhile, Farak arrived in the remains of the Sacred Sanctuary_Bilzarth destroyed all places of worship as soon as he claimed the territory, burnt the monks and destroyed all the sacred artifacts to ensure total obedience. Sitting in the middle of the rubble that was once a sacred ground is the only thing the demon couldn't destroy, the Stragak tree. The oldest tree ever in human kind_ its leafy bough stretch wide is evergreen through drought and abundance, its trunk wider than the Baobab was said to house the goddess anytime she visits earth. Ferak knelt in front of the tree, parched and weak. Sweat trickled down his scourged back, eyes closed as he prayed reverently.

I felt like I lost my breath because of the information he gave. "W-when it grows? I thought it wouldn't survive somewhere else?" I asked him in confusion. How can it grow, if it does not live outside? "It won't live long, Ales. It will grow in a home, and that means someone in the family in the home will die. It's like a warning from death. The time this flower grows, the fate of death will not be broken." ." He explained to me. "But don't worry, we're immortals. If it grows, it means that someone's life is in danger that could die. You can still change if you're proactive."

“But…” “Yes,” the voice said, “you died that day in that meadow. The tree of death made you what you are and the tree of death took that from you as well. Drink it’s sap, it would give you superhuman strength, superhuman powers and make you immortal, taking only but your life, using it to enhance its own longevity. But stabbed with its bark, it would take away everything it gave you and without giving back your life. Like the name suggests, it kills you and there is no recovering from it. Didn’t you know that?”

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).

Moonlight poured down like silver rain. She slowly lifted her head and caught her own breath. It was the magnificent, huge tree in the middle of the city she had seen when she first entered the kingdom. The tree trunk stood firmly but the branches were all barren. No leaves. No flowers. The Everlasting Tree She remembered what Bina had told her about the tree. It was the tree that sustained the lives of all werewolves… but also the one that cursed their existence. Maya still couldn’t understand how one tree could have that much power. But standing in front of it, she felt the immaculate pressure of greatness… of an ancient powerful being… It made the hairs behind her neck stood.