The Novel Tree Novels & Stories

“But forgetting is heavier. Because then you’re alone. And no one is meant to be alone with their bleeding.” Nova lived to 300. She planted 200 petals in her life. Each one grew differently. Like wolves. One tree sang when you bled on it. Low, humming notes. One tree cried sap that tasted like the first rain after drought. One tree grew leaves you could look through and see a memory that wasn’t yours. One tree grew stones in its roots, and each stone had a story cut into it. Wolves called her *The Lighter*.

A faint thread of green emerged from its center. The newborn tree responded immediately. Its branches bent toward the tear. Not to claim it. To welcome it. The Space Between watched the tree in confusion. "It should reject me." "Why?" "I opposed it." Ama tilted her head. "The tree doesn't seem interested in keeping score." A quiet breeze returned to the city. Leaves danced through the air. Children cautiously stepped closer. The little girl who had first asked about names looked up at the figure. "Are you hurt?" The question was innocent.

Now I was in the middle, far from that both of them and rocking on my stupid horse as I walked forward. We went past a big tree full of vines. Something moved. I looked at the tree immediately. Every was still. Very still. I looked away, my house was sluggishly moving past it anyways. The horse stepped on the tree’s vibes… The tree came alive immediately. The vines wrapped around my waist and pulled me of the horse, in seconds I was rolling all over the tree, vines gripping me from all sides and mummifying me.

That was fast, it only indicated that time was a lot slower here. Springing into action, he came out from behind the stone boulders. His eyes scanned the vast hall, looking for anything that had the features of the tree. Over there! Adjacent to where the dogs were chained, was a beautiful tree planted in a perfect circle, with a short, white picket fence surrounding it. It looked exactly like the image in the book, except for the dazzling, shimmering glow around it. Water seemed to filter out from the branches, nourishing it as the leaves glistened, the flowers bloomed and the branches swayed ever so lightly.

They were all gathered around the tree, my parents included, when my mom saw her she sobbed, Dawson passed her to me, he is not an Elemental so he can not go to the tree, I take her and wade through the waters surrounding the tree and lay her at the base of the tree. I went back and held hands with the others and we chant together to get the trees blessing, the flowers on the tree begins to glow red and orange colors, they burn and shine so bright, my eyes widen when the tree does something it’s never done before, it’s branches reach down with vines and pick her up, her head bobs back as she’s raised and perched on a branch then cocooned inside the vines, the tree gives breezes as though it’

She let them fall, let them soak into Kyle's chest, let them become part of the song. When he finished, the room was silent except for the wind and the distant cry of an owl. "What does it mean?" she asked. "It's about a tree," he said. "One that was planted by a woman who was waiting for her love to come home from the war. She watered it every day, and talked to it, and told it all her secrets. And when her love finally returned, the tree was so tall that it shaded the entire village." "That's beautiful."

she told him, though her words were a bit unclear. She leaned against the old, withered tree, placing her forehead on it as she whispered something soft. Nikolai watched, bewildered, as the ground rippled with life. Suddenly, the tree regained its color, fresh branches sprouting, vibrant leaves unfurling, and delicate flowers reaching for the sky. It was breathtaking to witness something he thought was dead come back to life, even if it was just a tree. Nikolai's gaze lingered on Alexei, who shimmered with a faint green glow. When she stepped back, satisfaction radiated from her.

They had triumphed over the guardian and now stood in the heart of the forest, where the Tree of Unity awaited. Approaching the tree, they marveled at its ethereal beauty. The bark shimmered with an iridescent glow, and its branches reached out like a welcoming embrace. As Amelia stretched out her hand to touch it, a surge of energy coursed through her fingertips, filling her with renewed purpose. "I can feel the tree's heart. It's calling to us," Amelia whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret. Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up. Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago. I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.

I hold one hand in a fist keeping the rain coming I throw the fingers of my left hand forward and watch as lightning lights up the sky I breathe deep and say clearly so everyone can hear me watch the three trees across the lake the ones I a perfect row I love the funnels and the clouds to the side keeping them going but making the rain part to see the trees clearly. I take a deep breath and I point at the tree on the left as light hits in straight in the middle causing it to split and catch on fire. I hear gasps as I throw water on it killing the fire instantly. The second tree I focus on the roots and ground I lift it in a pile of dirt a hill appears under it growing and then taking over th