Trevor Henderson Tree Head Novels & Stories

Maintaining a good distance from the artwork of a tree. The Sacred tree stood magnetically in a field of black soil. It had a large width, to the extent that it's take more then ten grown up's to successfully circle around it. And a hight of a giant. Towering into the skies. It looks dry. Lacking fruits and leaves which in place was human head. Dangling on different stems. A total.coun of more then twenty. "This is....." Luna gulped at the bad vibe that surrounded the tree. "Very scary." Daphne nodded. Borrowing into her embrace. "Why are they people's head on the tree?"

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.

Just like what he said before, everyone was lazy with the head sheriff's duties because the head's job was to look after his members, and so Harold had to pick it himself here. "Its position is a bit high; I'll climb up for a bit. Please look out for my things." "Okay." Harold climbed the tall tree with some difficulty. The leaf's position was a bit strange because it was on the tree, instead of on the ground like other medicinal plants, and Harold was a bit confused why the tree could connect to a small cliff next to it that was shaped like a cave, and the area below it was a waterfall. "Anything for my little boy. I know he won't sleep comfortably with his sores…" Harold thought, carefully

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.

Trixie Point of View We got back to the pack house and Shifted into human forms at the tree line. Trevor pulling up some shorts he was wearing before. The shorts hung off his hips showing the v shape of his Adonis belt leading down. His bare chest and abs glisten with sweat. Trevor tosses me his shirt to pull on and I do so without question. Pulling the collar up to smell him on his shirt. I can feel Trevor's eyes on me while his mouth slides into a smirk watching me check him out and smell his shirt. I can feel the heat of my blush raising up from my neck taking over my face and I have to look away. "Let's go in" Trevor tells me, taking my hand and heading into the office.

Leana said, tugging at the ropes binding Trevor to the large tree behind him. I helped Leana pull at the ropes, then circled the tree to search for the knot. But, damn, I couldn’t undo the knot. Whoever had tied Trevor to this tree had done their job exceptionally well. A strange howl echoed not far from where we were. Leana and I exchanged glances. “We must be quick,” Leana hissed. I started to panic and desperately tugged at the knot until Leana said, “Why don’t you just shift and bite through the ropes?”

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?"