Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

I ask, even though I already know. Tai shifts, his footprints leaving marks on the ground before us. “Dead matter, leaves and so forth. I could have torn it down, but I like it.” “You like a bunch of dead trees?” I question, watching warily as he drags a finger between the rivets of the trunk of a tree, pulling it back to show me the creamy mix of ash. I’m trusting him, believing that this isn’t going to kill me. For all I know, he could be immune to this, and in five years, I’ll feel the affects of this devastating landscape.

"The charm of the Charmed Timberland resounds with the intelligence of your antiquated guardianship." Birch's look was taken after a Treefolk as they sang a delicate, melodic tune that appeared to coax the trees into dynamic life. "And these trees hold the privileged insights of your realm's persevering adjustment." The Treefolk welcomed us to connect them in their tree-nurturing ceremonies, educating us the antiquated methods they utilized to communicate with the colossal plants. We marveled at how the trees reacted to their touch, taking off stirring in a concordant orchestra. "Through caring for these trees, you epitomize solidarity," I said as I set my hand against the contorted bark of

The trees started waving again and Theo and I turned the mechanism, slowly making the door open. Oh, ancient trees, reaching for the sky, Whispering secrets as the wind blows by. Your roots run deep, your branches spread wide, Guardians of wisdom, standing side by side. Oh, guardians of the ancient trees, Protectors of all that nature sees. With gradient symbols, their message shows, Balancing harmony as life flows. Finally, the door was fully open and the mechanism stopped. Theo and I massaged the pain throbs off our hands as Sarah tapped the tree and it responded to it.

The bark was wet from the constant spray of the streams. “Most of us call it the Twisted Oak,” Rowan responded to him. “Its growth pattern was altered by the waters that sprung from the mountains into the Oasis. But look more closely.” Rowan guided Alex’s attention with her hand to the space between the trees. As he looked around he noticed that there was something carved into all four trees. On two of the twisting oak trees positioned opposite from each other, a series of small circles were carved into the bark. Each tree had six circles cut away in a hexagonal formation. On the other two adjacent trees were six more circles carved in the same manner, except these shapes appeared to be pain

“How did you get the trees to stand like that? They look like they have been woven into shapes of Celtic knots almost.” “Magic and the force of nature,” Shaylin explained, “we do not control the trees, only nurture them and care for them. The trees created this for us themselves. The whole compound and the entire village are a gift from the Amberwood forest we hold sacred. We honour that and only use wood that has been given to us, never taken by ourselves. We don’t burn the fallen wood, rather we use it for our homes or preserve it for some other use, like making weapons. We do not harm the trees, we protect them and they protect us. The magic we have mainly comes from them too as it is sto

It was a sight that whispered tales of romance and unity to all who visited. The seasoned folks at Aurora Mountain would say the trees had been growing there forever, huddled close like old friends. Their branches twisted together, and their trunks spiraled around each other so tightly that it was impossible to tell where one tree ended and the other began. Locked in an eternal embrace, like soulmates, they were known to everyone as the Lovers' Tree.

One, open corridors for seed carriers, no weapons within five miles of any active Tree. Two, shared harvest. What the Trees clean or grow, we share. What the old world still grows, we share back. Three, no iron. No collars, no bands, no cages, no cutting for samples without asking and being answered. Four, Duskbane recognized not as a state but as stewardship, with a council seat. Wrath reads it aloud, slow, because he wants the wolves outside the door to hear through the root speakers Creek grew. His voice is rough, but he does not add commentary.

No matter what, she would take back this kid to his home. Gray’s body was constrained on the tree trunk by black vines. His head was hanging low lifelessly. The Water Bark most important trait was that, if one tried to remove it, it would definitely find a substitute to replace itself. Normally, people who controlled energy flow could easily defeat it by blocking its weak energy. For ordinary people, they had to use a talisman to do the trick.

Jeremiah cried, he then turned toward the giant living tree that he currently stood upon, “Mr. Trent, attack them!” The Trent warrior swung its giant hand in the brother’s direction. In response to the attack, Jayden shot a freezing ray against the tree’s long wooden branch as it became ice and then destroyed into pieces. But, just like before, the tree could regenerate the broken branch. Jeremiah suddenly felt limp, ‘The tree regeneration cost plenty of my mana, I need to finish them faster!’ After the giant living tree completely recovered, it quickly launched another attack on the brothers, and correspondingly, Jayden and Carson were ready to counter the attack.

] "One tree only got 15 nuts…well….that's...nuts…hehe.." It's been 5 days since I arrive at this world called Fantasma, the forest where I'm currently trekking right now was known as Drachma Forest, the forest itself wasn't dense, it's just that it's never been touched by anyone. So, in other words, it's a virgin forest. Naturally, there are plenty of rare resources lying around. I've been collecting all things that can help me increase my Status Attributes, the nuts I found were just adding to my already plenty of resources. Still walking in this calm and beautiful forest was quite enjoyable; besides I never get tired of collecting all the items that grant me free status points.