The Novel Tree Novels & Stories

Liam, with an air of familiarity, stepped forward toward the tree. I quickly locked eyes with Lucas, raising a curious brow. His expression mirrored mine, but knowing that he was close made me feel much more comforted by the strangeness of the situation. Liam began whispering in a language unknown to me as he placed his hands on the tree. To my astonishment, the tree appeared to breathe. The leaves rustled wildly and it started to glow a bright yellow color. A door materialized on the tree—looking exactly like a portal that led to the unseen wonders beyond.

“They are what’s left of Senko’s army. Soulless creatures lost and attracted to the tree like the other creatures. When you have no soul, you crave life. They are pulled to the tree. All of them, like a magnet, the tree’s magic draws them to it. In the center of all the unholy creatures, stands the tree. The trunk is thick and black like charcoal, with a sheen to it. The leaves are an emerald color, tipped with gold. Amongst all the greenery surrounding us, the tree looks out of place. As if someone made it and painted it. It didn’t look real - like it fell from the pages of a fairytale book. “How did you reach the tree before?” I ask Oliver, watching the scene below us as I try to map out a

The air smelled like traces of the storm from the night before. Eric and I stood near a tree while Nova went to find something to draw. Eric told her to be sure to capture the rain on any plants she drew if she could. I looked up towards the tops of the trees, breathing in the clear air. I would never walk into that forest and not be amazed by the majesty of it. Maybe it was just a forest outside of a little town in a state in a country in a continent, and maybe it wasn't famous like the Redwood Forest or the A****n.

The hair on my neck stood upright and I could feel goosebumps all over my skin. "You called for help?" one of the trees spoke. I have never heard of a tree speak or seen one speak. My throat grew hot and tight, my brain became foggy and I couldn't think straight. In strange pleasure, they all pealed mocking laughter. I could feel their stench on my face. Then they began to move aside till a path was fully formed. An enormous tree passed through. The body of the tree glowed in the dark it seemed like the tree was the tree demon my Pa had told me stories about. He said that thought the trees sleep like giants but they wake up at the slightest disturbance and they tend to pursue their victims b

I went for the dead tree I felt being driven to touch it , once I did , I felt it , that shiver that ran from me to the tree , so I was conquered few steps back from the unexpected surprise . the tree where I touched started to excrete water so much that all the ground became muddy and it started to grow and nourish small flowers moving and dancing around me !!! , it started to grow in so unbelievable speed. I felt so dizzy once I inhaledb the grains that came from the flowers. I was taken by it as I watched until water reached my knee , and didn't hear his calling like I was in delirium . he kept calling and waving for me but somehow I couldn't see him.

She panted, pressing her back against a large oak tree; its branches concealing her small frame as it shook with strain. “Where is the immortal girl?!” A passing creature growled, its eyes scanning the dense wood. “Find her! Darkous needs her back in the mansion!” Dorian snarled, stopping in front of the princess as he scanned the towering trees. Elika froze, placing a hand over her mouth as she held her breath. The tree attempted to sooth her with its words as the feral man took a step closer to the tree; his demonic yellow eyes passing over her. The minutes passed by painfully slow as he glared at the tree, his eyes seeming to pass through her. The tree laughed, almost causing the princess

Nevertheless, I swallowed my reservations and gave an affirmative nod. “Thank you.” He whispered and continued with his analysis of the map. Giving him space, I walked up to the said tree and touched its bark. It was so cold - I wondered how many degrees it was out here. “The Cold Valley,” I muttered, tapping the tree as I waited for Zadok. Suddenly, the tree moved, and I nearly fell on my butt. “What in the world-” I cussed, alarmed at the sight happening before me. I watched with a slightly opened jaw as the tree reset itself, turning into a door made of the tree with odd scribblings.

He sat on the frozen floor and cried the way men cry when they realize the war was never against the machines; it was against what they themselves had poured into them. That night he loaded the gun, pressed it under his chin, and counted heartbeats. One. Two. Seventy-three. On seventy-four he lowered the barrel, because the tree had opened one fruit while he wasn’t looking. Inside were seeds arranged in the exact shape of Eden’s handwriting: COME HOME WHEN YOU CAN BE GENTLE AGAIN. He left the gun on the table. He left the morphine. He took the tree (wrapped the pot in his only spare shirt, carried it against his chest like a child) and walked south through the ash winter until he found a sno

The vines grow from the towering trees, waiting to invade the ground below with the long snake-like grove. The tree I am under big enough to live in hunches over me, reading the one book I have read too many times to count. Feeling the wind through my sub-like coils, pondering all my thoughts to one. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, smelling the honeydew and a mix of wild Native British that grew on the vines above. I opened the novel hoping it would help escape the mainland into a universal world but fail again. Furthermore, I wonder when will I be able to escape the land of Cipea?

It descended slowly toward Vale Island. Everyone stepped backward. The star landed in the ocean. A massive wave rose. Then the water split apart. A glowing pathway appeared across the sea. At the end of it stood a small island. On the island was a single tree. Its leaves were silver. Its trunk was black. And hanging from one branch was a golden fruit. Mira whispered: “The Tree of First Choice.” Hope stared. “What is that?” “The place where the first conscious decision was ever made.” Noah frowned.