Tree Warriors Novels & Stories

Bullet-stopping function. "Little Franca, Razer, our goal this time is Bolivar's Black Sea of Trees. It's my first time to go to this place, so I can't provide more information. Please forgive me, I'm mainly in the books. I seem to have seen that Bolivar's Black Sea of Trees is one of the most mysterious dangers in the entire Terra. There is a hidden secret in the deep underground river, and there are all kinds of towering trees growing in the underground river. Although I have never seen the trees, this scene is a very spectacular and wonderful place just by imagining it!!"

The ash tree at the edge of the den grounds had roots like twisted arms and a hollow in its trunk like an open mouth. Trixie sat beneath it in the thinning afternoon light, her knees drawn to her chest, hands buried in the cool soil. Not to hide. Not to run. Just… to feel. To anchor. This tree was older than names, older than borders. It had seen packs rise and fall. It whispered of blood and bond and betrayal. And today, it was quiet—except for the wind weaving through its upper limbs.

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.

First of all, people died - numerous people - in the great rebellion, then the clan's leadership fell into the hands of strangers and the new education system found its way in, and now, more than anything, the new faith was fastening its grip. But the differences between the two religions were subtle and confounding. While the new faith upheld the ideology of an invisible tree and its branches, at the center of the clan's aboriginal religious system too was a tree called the long-lasting tree that had now however been cut down. These two trees were claimed to have powers. The Blue-eyed said their tree was the son of God and had its powers from God while the conservatives held that their tree

"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

“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,”

“I doubt there’s anything good on. Why don’t we talk?” “About what?” “I don’t know. Something interesting. You and Trees are really tight. How did you two meet?” A grin crossed his face. “In basic. We had this obstacle course to complete, which included rappelling down the fifty-foot Warrior Tower. Since Trees is so damn tall and his wingspan so wide, he had an advantage. Our first time as a class through the course, he handily beat everyone. So, being the competitive asshole I am, I told him I was going to beat him by the end of the class.”