Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

"Whispering trees, we owe our success to your wisdom and guidance. Our hearts are forever entwined with the legacy of your grove." The breeze stirred, carrying with it the echoes of the ancient guardians. The trees seemed to sway in a rhythmic dance, their whispers fading into the wind. The pack members felt a sense of closure, knowing that their connection with the whispering trees would forever remain a cherished memory. With their mission accomplished, the Red Teary Moon Pack ventured forth, carrying the wisdom and teachings of the whispering trees in their hearts. They understood that they were not mere protectors of the wild, but stewards of a delicate balance—a balance that required co

Eryndor exclaimed confidently. "Will they understand the message we want to convey to them?" the trees spoke with a broken spirit. "Yes, they will not cut your trunks, so that you may produce more branches and shoots next year," Eryndor spoke emphatically. Eryndor's plan was set in motion as the loggers just stopped beneath the grove of long, dense trees. Elderwood led the way, its branch falling with a gentle creak. Then, a sharp crack split the air as another tree snapped its branch. Another followed, and a tree down the slope leaned over, settling heavily onto the ground. It sacrificed itself the whole. The loggers were mesmerized, struggling to save their lives as some were badly injured

The God of the forest exhaled deeply, causing the vines to sway and trees to buckle with the force of it, and Tawhirimatua finally realized just how old his brother had become since the forced separation of Rangi, their sky father, and Papatuanuku their Earth mother, perhaps the miro berries were more medicinal than he'd first thought. "Kei te tino ngenge ahau taku tuakana." Tane Mahuta admitted softly, "I am so tired my brother, every day my trees strain to keep Rangi and Papa apart, I hear them crying for each other, wanting only to lie in each others embrace, and I keep them apart so these mortals can have a night and day, free to love who they want, be who they want, and yet I have no ti

He would stare at the apple tree you planted by the wall and count the fruit. "Whenever the blossoms came in, he would stay excited for days. "He kept telling me that once the branches were heavy with apples, it meant you were coming home. "And every time you did come back, he shared half the apples with the other children." "He would puff out his chest and tell them, 'My mom planted this tree for me! My mom is coming home!'" For a moment, Jennifer seemed to see it too: the small boy with his shirt gathered into a pouch, full of apples, running around and handing them out.

I told Jamie this is the first time I've been really excited about it since I found out the book even existed. Me, too. Meanwhile, let's stretch our legs. He gave what Lia might have described as a wolf laugh, and they were off. The night was pleasant, on the right side of cool, and there was even a soft breeze as they raced through the trees. Lia heard the nightbirds calling to each other, the rustle of the bushes and leaves as deer moved about from place to place. She was sure squirrels and jackrabbits and other critters inhabited the area, too. It reminded her so much of the place she ran at home, only there she'd had to drive fifteen miles to get to it.

There was no shame in the role and yet here, it seemed an omega was no better than a modern day slave. Still, what did that have to do with mates? "Good is not the word I'd use." Alex was the one to answer, his serious eyes giving nothing away. "The trackers have reported back and they have found something." Johnny tapped a button on the laptop he was standing in front of and the screen hanging on the wall lit up to show a satellite image of some of the forested area that made up Blue Mountain pack territory. It wasn't a committee image because it would have been much more up to date. This image had been taken in the summertime so there was nothing but various shades of green. Lucas could ma

“There was a war. It was war that involved all species: vampires, wolves, elves, humans, fairies, nymphs, mermaids— you name it. It was a crazy time for all of us. The tree you’re referring to witnessed it all. It has a lengthy backstory. You sure you ready for it?” “Of course. I need to know!” He resumed, “There was a girl named Kyan. She was an elf but one of her parents were human. Her parents were avid warriors participating in the war. They were also the richest around. They funded a daycare & the daycare often took trips to that tree. This was before the tree’s leaves became red. At that time, they were green & orange. It was a beautiful mix. Kyan was very find of that tree. She was bo

I sat down on my seat, waiting even if I knew I'd had to wait way longer than just some minutes. All of a sudden all I saw was black, I didn't know everything could be over in just seconds, I wouldn't have thought that everything could be over this quick, but one thing I knew was, I couldn't give up, I have to be there for Kehna. I tried recovering strength by breathing in and breathing out but it didn't help. I continued repeating the same sentence "I can't give up" breath in breath out "I can't give up" breath in breath out, I just wanted to rest and close my eyes for some seconds.

I look back to the tree and I could see me and Kai running around playing in the garden Climbing The Famous Sung tree as little boys. I stand dust off my knees and take in the scenery very different from what I know it to be. I feel her presence standing behind me watching, I slowly turn to face the goddess. “Why have you brought me here,” I ask as her eyes bore into me, making me blush. “To show you what’s at risk,” she replied. I swallowed hard as she continued. “This war for this tree has really taken its toll on our tribe, she pointed to the battlefield beyond and it continues to take lives, you have a tortuous road ahead of you,”

They move forward warily with the protective shield around them "The heck!" They did not expect that they will be attacked by Barnacle Trees even before arriving at their destination. Barnacle trees are a sentient mystical tree that spits needles as a form of retaliation to intruders. Although being pricked with its needle won't pose any threat, still being pricked by many needles all at the same time definitely doesn't feel good. Among the group, only Audrey remained unscathed, while the rest of her friends resembles a cactus. Not even a single needle pricked her, and of course, it was all thanks to her cat, Nero.