Tuck Everlasting Treegap Novels & Stories

The air grew more and more cold the farther they got, and there were faintest whispering in the air, sounds like the trees themselves were talking. Far down the bridge they could see a clearing. However, it was unlike every other they had seen in the Grove. This tree line was larger; its trees soaring up over them like ancient guardians. Other than that massive stone sculpted with symbols we would never be able to make heads out of, there was nothing more in the clearing than what lay instantly around us. The knot glowed with the same green light as it. The glow from the knot in Serakha’s hands had not yet faded. "This is it," she whispered. "The heart of the Grove."

Only draped his cloak over her shoulders and waited for dawn. At the heart of Sanctum, where five roads met, Elara planted a tree. It was no ordinary sapling, but a weaving of all the sacred trees from every race, moon-pale birch, bloodred willow, fae white-wood, ashborn cypress. It shimmered in sunlight, hummed at midnight, and grew too fast, roots splitting broken stone, branches spreading wide as if desperate to embrace the world. Children played beneath its boughs. Lovers whispered there. Elders rested against its trunk, their voices whispering songs into the wood.

"The fact that he hasn't revealed anything shows he's a friend, not a foe. As long as he treats Aria well, I have nothing to worry about." … Meanwhile, deep within the mountains near Mount Grayburn lay an ancient forest. The locals—hunters who had lived off these lands for generations—rarely spoke of it. They called it Soul Lock Grove. Towering trees, centuries old, blotted out the sky. Their twisted branches clawed at the air like skeletal hands, blocking the sunlight until only a few trembling flecks reached the forest floor. A thick carpet of rotting leaves muffled every step, damp and clinging underfoot.

They had discovered it. "This is the one," she stated, gesturing towards the tree. The gateway to the sacred space. They carefully made their way towards the tree, inspecting the carvings. Eva ran her fingers across a specific symbol, and a soft buzz of magic permeated the atmosphere. The earth beneath the tree moved, uncovering a secret staircase descending into the ground. Xander led the way down the stairs, wielding his sword. Maya stayed close, holding her bow, as Eva and Elara followed behind. The staircase led to an underground passage illuminated by shimmering crystals set into the walls, creating a gentle, otherworldly glow.

"Now let's go." The two werewolf guards trekked for two days and nights, taking breaks twice to feed their wolves until they came upon a clearing where an old Guango tree stood. The bark, which was wide and grey with fissures, felt rough to the touch. "Ooh this tree is spooky," Gary whisperer as he placed Jessica's body next to it. "Yeah, you're so right," Adam agreed as he craned his head to look up at the tall tree with vines and wisps dangling from its wide-spreading crown.

That soul-deep ache that echoed louder than any scream ever could. My children. Goddess. My hands tightened into fists, nails biting into my palms. I couldn’t lose them. I couldn’t lose any of them – not again. Not when I'd just gotten them. The forest opened up before me, ancient and dampened, as I went up the rise toward the Willows. That place had always felt sacred. Timeless. Like the trees had memories older than the earth itself. And nestled among them was the crooked little cottage where Elara had waited for me once before.

I opened my eyes and smiled. “It’s beautiful. The Grove is filled with ancient trees, their branches forming a canopy that filters the sunlight into a soft, golden glow. A river runs through the middle, and the banks are covered in wildflowers in the spring. It’s a place of peace and magic.” I said, looking at Caspian. “That sounds like a Fairy Tale.” Serena said softly. I looked back at her and smiled. “It is, well, in a way, but when I am there, it is also a place of sacredness and responsibility as it is one of the oldest frontiers since the banning of the Faye Hunts.” I said as I saw Serena shiver at the mere mention of the old hunts.

The Beast Lords all shared a look and grinned at each other. Chu Xun could not help smiling himself. The eagle not only lacked integrity but valor too. Hardly fitting deficiencies to be found in a beast that should have been a lord of the sky. "Go look around these areas. Find out if you can find any Tree of Transfiguration," Chu Xun said to the silver-beaked eagle. The Beast Lords all lit up with enthusiasm. "I know one, Immortal Chu. It's 150 kilometers to the south of here, but it's been occupied by several high-tiered Lycan Beast Lords," said the white elephant.

Already, his shirt is partially wet with sweat as he hikes further away from home. The ground is dry and hot. However, it is a better path than one of overgrowth and insects. Tuck walks in silence, listening to the morning sounds of nature. Until he meets the end of the unmarked road, where a downed tree lay across the last spread of asphalt. He slips over it with ease, continuing on a narrow dirt path. Tuck moves carefully through the thickness of growth, minding each step. Minutes later, he emerges from the wild and steps onto a concrete sidewalk. Caution in his brown eyes as he looks around the old town.

“How do you know about that?” Chuckling, I whirled the chair around, facing her direction, “Baby girl, have you stop to think about why everything is so intense since you stepped out of your town?” “No— maybe, a few times I guess,” “Well, evil can't pass through a sanctuary' gate,” “A sanctuary?” “Yes, Evil can not intrude, they have to be invited in,” “Hold on... So the tree?” “Is a plant from the heavens, it's enchanted with powers that form a shield over your hometown,”