Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

Are faced the people and reminded them to stay calm so it won’t attract the beasts. People are terrified as the pallid colors of the trees around them resound with the footfall of those who venture inside. Barks of all tones, hues, and colors reach for the sky, vying for the sun's warmth and comfort. Straight-backed and proud from the ground, the trunks entangle, twist, or ascend. Their hearts are found deep inside their roots, where their innocent, untamed seeds previously fought for survival. The sheer uncontrolled intensity of these ancient behemoths' tales generates a sense of life; no, it creates a sense of consciousness, a daring emboldened forest spirit.

It would be dangerous to trust them completely. After a long drive, we arrived at the luna Eclipse pack eventually. The man that Alex had introduced to me to help manage the pack's assets had done a good job. It was a shame that all this was going to be ruined if we fought there. I was going to opt to fight in the woods like we fought the blind mutants.

It seemed to remind me to have hope and belief even when it is impossible. Lots of cricket to hear. More mists. There are taller trees now that I am in the middle of the forest. They seemed to have grown healthier, but their breadth terrified me at this hour — they lined up as they stood tall and straight, and their silhouettes seem to have faces. Some hoots surrounded me. There are a lot of scattered leaves too. The cool breeze also caresses every branch as well as the leaves of that falls. I heard my own rustles.

G never forced her. Instead, she had encouraged kira to find a passion that she was skillful enough at, to make a living from. Under Sr G’s watchful and encouraging gaze, she found out that she had a flair for hair dressing and from there, hair dressing became her thing. It was a strange passion she finally realized, not because she had never actually made her hair before, but because she could remember that back then in the forest, a friend had taught her how to and for her that was probably the only time every engaged in the art. But surprisingly as it turned out, she was really good at it.

The Phoenix Tree spoke calmly, "Haha, there’s no need to worry so much, young one. Just focus on fulfilling your purpose." As the tree finished speaking, a few leaves gently trembled and drifted into the void. Adrian’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he eagerly reached out to claim them all. But the Phoenix Tree’s voice returned, warning, "Greed is endless, boy. Do you think you can take all these leaves? Do you believe each is filled with my precious essence?"

So I’m a witch at the moment. I don’t know why but since I found out I’m not only a werewolf I can’t seem to have the presence of more than one power. If I’m a witch then no one can sense the werewolf and vampire within me and I also can’t use their powers, which also goes to any power I have at the moment. Aron said I’m the first encounter he has with a tribrid so he is not sure if I have an issue with my core or this is just what all tribid deals with. I know for sure that hybrid can use both of their power.

Apollo looked puzzled. “It’s fine. You can talk. Just treat me as a smart reading tree,” Shahida stated. “No one would see you as a tree. A tree does not smile, does not glare with suspicious look. And most especially, a tree can’t talk.” Apollo contradicted his sister. Their everyday battle don’t stop just like that. They argued for minutes and I let them be. This is perhaps their way of communicating and show love towards each other. “Whatever. You old hag!” Shahida retorted after getting contradicted. She continued reading her book and Apollo stopped teasing her too.

Shane said and she doesn't believe'd in spirits. The two of them continued to climb into the hut. When they reached the top they went inside. Suddenly a strong wind blew and the door closed. "Ahhhhhh ...!" The two girl shouted as the door of the hut closed. "Let's get out of here." Trembling said of Cara. "Let's stay here first." Shane said and not feeling the fear of those times. They peeked through the hole of the hut and saw at the bottom of the tree house the man with them chasing them.

Just outside the hospital, his phone buzzed with an email. It was from the art program he'd applied to abroad, confirming his acceptance and requesting a portfolio submission. For the first time in five years, Allen picked up his paintbrushes again. --- After buying art supplies, he avoided the Foster estate and headed to Lake Vista Mountain instead. The view was breathtaking—a pristine lake nestled between rolling hills, its surface mirror-smooth, perfectly reflecting the surrounding peaks. Taking a deep breath, Allen felt years of tension melt away. The weight of his confined life lifted, replaced by a surge of long-forgotten freedom.

“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.”