The Novel Tree Novels & Stories

The girl took out a brown-bound book and started reading the notes inside. Ana continued to go deeper and deeper. At the moment she hadn't found anything. There was not a single animal roaming around and nothing strange. Ana continued walking about five hundred meters from the entrance gate, Ana found a tree like the one described in the book. Ana stared at the tree and then read the note in the book. 'Two trees with carvings of five crescents that seem to reflect light.' Ana held the carved symbol of one of the trees. "There is no mistake, this must be the tree in book." Ana looked around, there was nothing special around there.

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She smiled, but it was a mirror’s smile, not her own. Esi reached out to stop her. The child whispered: “You’re new here.” Her voice shifted mid-sentence — changing pitch, age, even accent. Tano pulled Esi back. “She’s already been rewritten.” --- At the center of the village stood a Tree of Paper — bark made of woven scrolls, roots made of black thread. The wind didn’t rustle it. It read itself. Constantly. Pages rising and falling like breath. Esi stepped close. One page fluttered loose and hovered in the air before her eyes.

I murmured relaxing in the tree. Up in the tree, the wind was blowing cool and I felt that no one would come to disturb me. I also played my cellphone in the tree. On this tree the cellular network is so smooth that I feel free to open social media. I saw comments about readers about my novel. There are many kinds of comments, some like it and some hate it. Every comment is funny, there are even readers who are excited about the character's attitude and want the storyline to be changed. Meanwhile, under this tree, a young man and a tourist has taken shelter under the tree.

"Okay. Bye, Zoey! " "Bye, Herbie." Zoey and I continued on our way to the guardrail guarded by the same old man before. Zoey told him something, and the old man let us through. As before, he wrote something down in his book. Zoey was still holding my arm when we got under the fig tree. At night, this tree looks frightening by many dangling roots. However, I could feel an aura of warmth radiating from this tree. When I decided to stop, Zoey turned her head.

Sunlight bathed the area in a warm glow, starkly contrasting the oppressive darkness they had just left behind. Across the far side of the lake stood what Gildeon initially thought was a cave. The massive tree had a gaping hole at its base, large enough for two burly men to walk through. “This is…” Kana said in awe, “your home?” Tree Man nodded slowly. “Are we still in the Dark Woods?” “This,” Tree Man said, pointing first to the ground, then tapping his chest with a massive finger, “my land. No bad thing… ever comes.” Gildeon surveyed the clearing, his sharp gaze taking in the subtle details. The air felt lighter here, untouched by the sinister energy that plagued the rest of the woods. Bir

The word Beginning still glowed upon the ancient page. Its light spread far beyond the First Study. Across forgotten kingdoms... through abandoned libraries... over silent oceans... and into worlds that had never known the existence of stories. Everywhere it traveled... something impossible happened. Time moved again. The White Tree, whose branches had withered through endless ages, slowly bloomed with brilliant silver leaves. The Hall of Readers stood once more. Not rebuilt. Restored. As though it had never fallen. Far away, the City of Forgotten Authors awakened beneath a sky filled with newborn constellations.

She returned to her room. Closed her eyes. And dreamed. The forest appeared instantly. Ancient trees stretched endlessly into darkness. Silver mist covered the ground. Nova stood alone among the shadows. Her heartbeat quickened. The dream again. Only this time it felt different. More real. The air felt colder. The silence felt heavier. And then she heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Coming from somewhere ahead. Nova turned. A figure stood between the trees. Tall. Broad-shouldered.

The Tree hummed softly in response, and the golden fruit above her head glowed faintly, casting light that felt almost like his hand brushing her shoulder. --- The Memory Bloom When the third dawn broke, the valley stirred again. The snow began to melt, and from the spot where Kaenor’s fire had once burned, a small sprout pushed through the soil. It was golden at first, then silver, then both— a fusion of flame and light, fire and reflection. The Children gasped. “It’s another tree,” Mira whispered.

In front of me was the rice fields, ready for harvesting. I strolled my way to the tree, and I smiled at it. It's like the tree was waiting for me to come back again. I sat under it and relished the peaceful feeling – like nothing could ever disturb me as long as I'm here. Maybe my previous thoughts can be erased and Dom would interact less with me like he used to...if only this tree can grant wishes. I opened the book again and started reading word through word. But a figure appeared in the corner of my eye.