Trevor Henderson Tree Head Novels & Stories

For a second, Henry's whole body shook, then he stared at the water bottle in his hand, then turned to Eric, who was looking down at the freshly picked tea leaves. Henry mused again, then drank all the water in the bottle. The feeling of coolness and comfort made Henry less tired. “This is enough, in the immediate future we will pick up all ten of these trees. It would be nice to hire someone, but I don't want many people to know about this tea tree." Eric waited for Henry to pick two more trees before speaking, then got more water for Henry to use. Looking at Eric thoughtfully furrowed his brows made Henry want to pinch his cheeks.

The trees which towered above us never looked so big before, my heart pounding in my little chest so fast, but in the same breath, I was much too terrified to cry. After intense moments of Hadwin running as fast as his little body could, we stop in the centre of the thick woods where the special tree that father had shown Hadwin stood. Taking two worried looks around him to ensure no one was coming, he leans down unsteady due to me still clinging from his body and begins to move away leaves and other debris before he finds the camouflaged handle.

I retrace my steps, finding the scent draped all around yet leading nowhere, as if this is the end of the line. Maybe it is. I look up, and nearly chuckle at the simplicity of it all. "No way!?" One of the guys mutters a string of curses that make me cringe inside. "And just how are we expected to get it when it's all the way up in a crazy tree?" a girl throws her hands in the air and nearly smacks Hendrik in the face. "That is entirely up to you," he smirks in my direction, and I get the feeling he is enjoying this very much. Casually sitting down on a fallen trunk, he settles in comfortably to watch the show.

I said coldly. "Let's talk without weapons, my dog can kill you in just a snap when I say so." I pointed my index finger on the top of the tree. Trevor was sitting on the tree while wearing a dark expression. His eyes were like hunting them inside his mind, I guess he's pissed right now. "What do you want?" she asked. "I don't need anything, I just want to inform you that your comrade is alive. The thing is, he's in his homeland and waiting for all of you."

she ordered, pointing at a large sycamore tree that stood a few feet away from us. We disengaged from each other's embrace and scrambled for shelter in the branches of the tree. I could see the wide expanse of the forest from where I sat on the tree branch and suddenly a familiar figure approached from the shadows. The person was aggressively dragging along a guy with a smaller frame. When the figure came closer to the sycamore tree, my eyes widened in surprise as I watched Parrish drag along Henry– the guy we met at the restaurant– landing blows at him at intervals.

Big mistake. I lunged, my teeths bared open. . I slammed him into a tree, his back cracking against the bark, and buried my claws into his stomach. He screamed, so I silenced him with a bite straight to the throat, hot blood flooding my mouth. I let his body slide down, limp, twitching. The last one? He ran as fast as he could, maybe trying to alert the others. He didn't make it far. Trevor caught him mid-stride, tackled him hard to the ground.

Either it was because my ability to use the mind link was still minimal, or something had happened to Trevor that prevented me from connecting with him. I preferred to believe in the first possibility. But it seemed like the second one was the reality. After wandering for what felt like forever, we finally found Trevor. He was tied to a large tree, covered in wounds, and slumped over like a withered plant. Leana and I rushed to him. My chest felt tight seeing Trevor covered in blood. Sure enough, his healing ability wasn’t working. “We have to get these ropes off,” Leana said, tugging at the ropes binding Trevor to the large tree behind him.

He replied. "Go!". Henry scooted to the nearest tree, it was a brown rough bark giant tree. Nevertheless, he felt he could do it. He gave the tree a snug and tried lifting it off the ground. He felt the roots shaking a little but didn't feel like they were coming off. He pulled harder and he could feel the roots coming off at the same time the bark piercing his skin. Suddenly, the tree came off the ground and he dropped it safely, making sure it didn't hurt anyone. Everyone was amused and chattered among themselves except Henry. Ian rushed over to the next tree and just like he had done earlier, he gave the tree a snug and lifted with all his might. This one seemed more easier than the first

"Get a medic over here!" "Hold on," a voice says. A car screeches into the clearing, bypassing the police line. It’s a battered sedan with a shattered windshield. The driver’s door opens. Henderson stumbles out. He’s bleeding from a head wound. His suit is ruined. He looks like he crawled out of a wreck—because he did. He waves a piece of paper. "Stop!" Henderson yells at the FBI agents moving to cuff Leon. "Stop everything!" The IA agent steps forward. "Who are you?"

Snow shook off the branches as the tree leaned and fell gently into his arms. Sam chopped his smaller one while Beth cheered him like a sideline coach. And as I was about to give up, I saw a dove sitting in one of them. That was my sign. “This one, Baby! It’s a tree of love.” It was perfect, about 7 feet high and full too. By sundown, the hummer was parked with all three trees strapped to the top — Beth’s toward the back, ours toward the front. And Lyra’s on top Blaise tightened the ropes. I held the branches steady so the needles didn’t snag.