The Novel Tree Novels & Stories

The air was thick with pressure, the storm's anger appearing to decrease marginally as they ventured into the clearing. “This tree...” Lena began, her voice trailing off as she reached out to touch the trunk. The symbols pulsed beneath her fingers, a soft, rhythmic glow that seemed to respond to her touch. “It’s... alive.” Ethan looked around, the clearing suddenly feeling much smaller than it had moments ago. The storm still raged outside, but here, in this place, there was a strange sense of calm, as if the tree was shielding them from the worst of it.

The air around the Tree smelled rotten, like old blood and spoiled milk. They reached the silver door just as a monstrous black vine slammed down, thick as a tree trunk. “Jump!” June called. Dante tossed Hope through the gap, then scooped June and swung her inside. He dove in just before the vine slammed the entrance completely shut. Inside, the Tree didn’t look like wood at all. It was a vast cathedral, all pulsing veins and glowing nerves, but none of them shone gold anymore. Black, oily liquid was choking everything. “It’s like anatomy,” June whispered, her mind racing. “The Tree is a body. And this black stuff—it’s a stroke. It’s blocking the planet’s blood flow.”

Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only imagine what it looked like with the help of a thick layer of papers compacted into a whole. The traveller was escorted by a talkative tree, about 90 feet tall and with a 4.8 millimeter bark thickness. It was a heavy one although it could walk easily with its roots which became its feet; multiple limbs of every size. The traveller lived in a strange world for more than 30 years of his life since he was born. He was the only human on the planet. His origin was unknown, and his journey was his

I jolted awake in bed, sweat soaking the sheets, while the pain of being knocked to the ground by my mother still seemed to linger in every limb. I slowed my breathing and forced myself to calm down. The memories of my family blaming me and of my mother killing me with her car replayed again and again in my mind. Then the notification sound from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. “Charlotte, the firm has taken on a defense case for a plaintiff. The partners assigned you as her lawyer.”

It's not like I have been in a mating cabin before, but as a teenager I was enamored by romance novels when I found the time and they spared no details while describing what happened there. My cheeks heated up as we came upon a clearing that houses a single cabin that looked homey in the center. When we entered the clearing it literally felt like we moved through portals. I looked at Zephyr whose eyes were already on mine. “I had Damien do some reinforcements. You are going to be perfectly safe here,” Zephyr said to me and I nodded my head. Just then I heard loud footsteps and turned to see a tree walking. I'm not kidding or exaggerating. It was a tree, it had two trunks for legs and it was

The air around the giant silver tree felt too still. It was the kind of eerie quiet you get right before lightning crashes down. Julian didn’t move. His hand stayed pressed against the tree’s warm bark—it almost felt like skin. He kept his eyes on the small red door. The door looked like it belonged in any regular house, but this one was growing right out of a tree that seemed to stretch for miles. A thin hand reached out from behind the door. Long fingers, skin marked with dark ink that would never wash off. It wasn’t a monster’s hand. It looked like the hand of a man who writes books.

And at the edge of a glade where no path had ever existed, the ground opened. No explosion. No quake. Just silence and then the trees parted to reveal something ancient. A tree made entirely of bones. It towered like a monument to forgotten gods its branches skeletal, its bark a fusion of ribs, spines, and skulls grown into unnatural curves. The marrow glowed faintly with violet light. From its roots oozed a dark ichor that hissed as it touched the earth, burning runes into the moss. “The Bone Tree,” Rowan whispered, eyes wide.

Holding on to the edge of the tree, Lucas stayed there for some moment, enjoying the forest view and he could see the town, even he could see the Master’s manor which looked tiny in his eyes. Why never cross his mind that this was also a way to memorize places in the town? Lucas sulked inside. This way was much better than walked around the town. No birdy chirping damn girls who would follow him. Sighing heavily, Lucas descended to the lower branch. But not too low because he still needed the sunlight to read the new found book. Finally, after some jumps down, he settled on the biggest top branch. Lucas leaned his back against the rough tree bark while his hand pulled out the book from his i

"This tree is you, Adira." I turned around completely, the tarp making a noise under my feet. "What? How?" His gaze weakened me. My resolve crumbled around me as he hummed deep in his chest. He leaned back, his long frame trying to appear at ease, but I could see how wound up he was inside. "This tree overcame fire, still alive enough to recover from the char. Sprouting seedlings from deep in its cracks. Even as pieces of it are severed, it comes back, warped. A product of its environment."

“Damn, if this is the afterlife, it’s kinda empty. Not even a single angel in sight. Just grass, clouds, and—” He squinted. “—wait… is that a tree?” Far in the distance, beyond the horizon, stood a massive tree. Its colossal trunk rose higher than mountains, and its branches seemed to cradle the sky itself. Danial sighed. “Of course. There’s always a giant mysterious tree in these situations. Can’t be a door, can’t be a staircase to heaven—no, it has to be the tree of enlightenment or something.” Despite his sarcasm, he began walking. Each step carried him closer, though the tree never seemed to get nearer for the first few minutes. Thunder rumbled overhead, but no bolt struck him. In fact,