Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

“It’s like a little piece of the nut plantation!” “And those are our trees, yours and mine,” Taylor said, pointing to the trees. “And the others are for Adrianna, Trysta, and Kingston.” “Our trees, Daddy?” Trysta asked. “Yes, and we will take care of them,” Taylor said, winking. “As they grow big and strong, they’ll remind us of all the love we put into helping them grow.” Charlie reached for Taylor’s hand. “I love that. Our trees... It’s like we’re planting a part of ourselves here. Our foundation.”

I glanced forward, completely in awe and confusion. Tall and thick trees hovered and almost met the sky on a summit. The forest that I had envisioned didn't match the forest I see as of now. It overcame my imagination when I saw how massive it was. And by the humongous mass of towering, stark trees, I realized that what Eric pertains to as the warriors being experts in this field may actually refer to their ability to track their way in and out of the said woods.

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

Looking at the place where I had died in my previous life, I shook my head silently. In my heart, I answered, “Mom, there won’t be a second chance. In my last life, you almost killed me. “Our mother-daughter bond ended there. I once longed for your love and trust, but now I don’t need it. Your belated love belongs to a past I’ve already let go…” Ethan, crushed by the blow, developed depression and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Afterward, I cut all ties with the rest of my family.

Make sure you stay hidden’ I order, keeping my eyes on the little shits. ‘Yes, Beta.’ He answers. Jason stealthily crawls next to me. ‘Beta, what’s wrong?’ He asks, staying low. I point with my nose to the spies in front of us, crouched down behind some bushes as they watch our pack. Jason looks and nods. He then looks around. ‘Beta, I see three more up in the trees to the right of our position.’ I follow his eyes and nod. ‘Got it.’ I extend the link to the rest of the warriors. ‘How many can everyone count?’ I ask.

It slammed into the man’s chest, sliding all the way to the hilt. Bile rose in my stomach. “Come. There are more fundamental lessons for you to learn about our ways.” Morrigan wandered off through the trees, leaving the men pinned to the trees. Her black dress fluttered on a fantom breeze as she disappeared around a tree. I rushed to catch up only to find her entering a clearing. “Look around and tell me what you see, Eileen.” Trees spiraled out from this clearing. As I looked, I realized the spirals were each a unique species of tree! Elm, Oak, Ash, Hawthorn, Elderberry, and tall cedars. “Sacred trees.”

Maybe, we really did not know, or some of my friends know but pretend not to know. Reyna then clarified her clue. When the Buddha got enlightened, Reyna said, he was meditating under this tree. Meanwhile, Hinduism made the same tree as the symbol of the world tree. Whose its roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve pinned the tree leaves and made loincloths cover their bodies after they knew they were naked.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

Collin knew that she had something to do with what had happened. While Collin was looking at that, a mind link came from one of his warriors and he opened the link. ‘alpha! The trees are fighting against us, many of our own are trapped on the trees by their branches. It’s bad I think there is a witch working with them!’ Collin’s eyes went back to Sasha who was still holding a tree with her lips moving, it was clear now to Collin that his warriors being trapped on trees was all Sasha’s doing. ‘Tell them to rest a big and I will handle things this side.’ Collin told the warrior.

He could feel the bile rising up through his throat, He knew deep down what they were doing was wrong and had prayed to his deity for forgiveness, asking for her compassion as to why the lands had to be theirs. Through research, it had been known that the Sacred Grounds were blessed, that a special tree was residing within, that even its soil was worth a thousand riches, and yet no man had ever tried to place their feet on such sacredness. The title was never official; it had only been rumored and through stories had they been told that deep within those grounds had been his deity’s resting place. That the wind had carried the wails of the unborn children, some had said the wind would also s