Novel & Cerita Tree Of Smoke Book Review

He tilted his face slightly forward, as if daring the answer he already feared. “Then who is she?” The flame flickered. The wind swept through the trees, rustling dry leaves and carrying the earthy scent of the forest. Suddenly, the fire collapsed, turning into a swirling, glowing smoke. The pulsing energy danced in the air, floating above the villagers’ heads. Time seemed to slow as the smoke spun, drifting as though searching for something.

He read silently, focusing on his breath as he began feeling suffocated from the dark smoke that was gradually filling the room that he was in. He knew it was getting difficult and it would go on as far as he went on to read but he had to go on. The room that was previously bright from the sunlight was now dark with the smog that kept on increasing. He shut his eyes and recited a few pages from his head before putting the book down. All the dark smoke surrounded the yellow tinge book and within a moment, it had all dissolved.

Instead of dissipating like normal smoke would, it moved horizontally, reaching out toward the trees as if it was searching for something. Everyone held their breath, watching as the smoke continued its strange movement until it formed an almost visible wall between them and the forest. And then something changed. The air in front of them became heavy. The trees seemed to blur at the edges, their shapes becoming indistinct and uncertain. "It is working," Brandon breathed, his eyes wide. Trent took a step forward, his heart pounding. "Keep going, Claire. Whatever you are doing, keep going." Claire added more herbs to the bowl, feeding the fire and making the smoke grow even thicker.

*Lyra* I run. The smoke is alive, snaking and twisting like a restless beast through the trees, a thick gray shroud that chokes the world in silence. The moon hides behind the choking haze, the sky itself swallowed by ash and cinders. This is the aftermath of the fire we set ourselves, a reckless blaze meant to stop Alpha Kaelen’s army, and now the forest is paying the price.

The forest burned like it had a grudge. Flames climbed the trees, licking at the black sky, while the ground groaned beneath the weight of their footsteps. Every branch crackled like bones breaking underfoot. Smoke clawed down their throats, hot and bitter, filling their lungs with the taste of endings.

Kale reached the forest border just as the smoke began to rise. The smell hit him first — sour and bad, instinctively disgusting his wolf again. It wasn't the clean smell of a campfire or even the unpleasant smell of a burning house. It was a bad thing: corruption and black magic mixed with burning wood and other things he didn't want to identify. The trees at the edge of the forest were drawn, the bark black with patterns almost like symbols. An ancient script engraved with fire and wickedness marks an area claimed by forces that had no right to touch sacred land.

I shoved my face between the black metal bars, looking down the long, tree-lined avenue that led away from the manor. A hundred yards down the road, past the stone wall of the estate, a plume of thick, oily black smoke was rising into the summer air. “Whoa,” I whispered in awe, still trying to make out what it was. At the base of the smoke was a shape. A blue shape, flipped onto its side against a massive oak tree. But it wasn't just a car crash. The vehicle wasn't crumpled, but it was being consumed by a terrifying, blindingly white fire that hissed and roared in a way I'd never seen before.

But in the rough, clipped language of the old Runebound. The moment the smoke hit my eyes, the world tilted. I fell in. Not asleep. Not dreaming. Elsewhere. The trees around me were blackened bones, smoke curling through the branches like veins. I stood in the clearing where my father used to teach me to shift. The air should’ve smelled like grass and ash, like ironwood bark and old blood. It didn’t. The earth beneath my feet was burnt, the sky above me throbbed red. The man standing at the center of the grove was not my father.

​I hold the black leaf over the fire. ​It doesn't burn like normal foliage. It immediately begins to melt, hissing and popping as a thick, dark smoke spirals upward. The smell is atrocious—like burning hair and rotting meat. ​I inhale the smoke deeply, choking on the vile magic. My eyes roll back in my head, the marble bathroom fading away.

But there was something strange in the tree, a light shone like fire inside it, and an explosion came, hitting everyone. The fire took over the place, screams were heard. It was a magical fire, divine, that mixed between orange, red, yellow and black. Karim tried to get up, but he couldn’t. He was alive, but weak. Screams and the smell of burning took over the place. The smoke affected the lungs of all, making them cough. Karim hoped that without a body he could not die. Suddenly, without anyone expecting it, a shadow came out of the tree and walked to the ancestral wolves. Karim somehow knew that it belonged to Kallias.