Tuck Everlasting Treegap Novels & Stories

Every thrust, every knot, every shared release was a celebration of survival and chosen forever. When we finally collapsed in a sweaty, sated tangle, I lay between them, breathing in their familiar scents. “Sometimes I still can’t believe we made it,” I whispered. Silas kissed my temple. “We did more than make it. We built something eternal.” Rook nuzzled my neck, horns pressing gently. “Pack. Always.” Wren traced the glowing veins on my chest. “The circle remains unbroken.” The next morning we took the entire family to the great tree in the clearing. It had grown into a majestic guardian whose leaves shimmered with emerald light. Elara, Thorne, Mira, and Kael gathered around it with their o

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV Elowen, to whom we can be but eternally grateful, takes us to a small cottage nestled among towering trees. The structure seems to grow organically from the forest floor, its walls blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. As we approach, I notice intricate carvings adorning the wooden door - spirals and leaves that seem to shift and dance in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. Elowen places her palm against the carvings, and the door swings open silently.

Ezekiel was his son, and nothing would ever change that. ❦❦❦ 5 YEARS AFTER Elara stood atop the hill, sheltered by the shade of a massive narra tree, scanning the area for her children. They had been running around the vast Nightraven territory, a land intentionally left lush and green and free from structures. The Nightraven pack prided itself on maintaining the beauty of its natural surroundings. The landscape stretched out into a vibrant field full of diverse wildflowers blanketed in lush greenery. The strong breeze provided a refreshing sensation, even at midday. The wind carried children's joyful laughter and playful giggles, adding life to the serene environment.

As I'd noticed, it was clearly a unique tree than the others as if it was there for a purpose. "It's a silk cotton tree. Elders say it's a gate portal through another dimension where spirit and other supernatural beings live," Esther said. "I feel an enormous residue of a witch here. Definitely the Illwisch, I believe," Gwen stated, baffling me. "But didn't you say you found nothing of sort when you explored this hill before?" I questioned. "Yes, there was nothing," she nodded, then her eyes wandered around studying the surrounding. "I definitely am sure about that."

"The binding is closed, at least. Whatever it cost, it did close." "Did it," Elara asked from where she stood near the orchard's edge, staring out at the dead, twisted trees with an expression I could not quite read. "Come look at this." We gathered slowly, exhaustion dragging at all our limbs, and followed her gaze toward the nearest row of blackened trees. There, at the base of the trunk closest to the hidden stairwell, a single small shoot of green had pushed up through the frozen soil overnight, impossibly fragile and impossibly alive against thirty years of barren ground.

I reassured him. We spent most of the afternoon wandering through the Valley. Gregor showed me some places I had not yet seen. One place was particularly beautiful. A glade surrounded by ancient Tamerrin Pines, the oldest species of tree found in the empire. They stood thousands of feet tall, and their trunks were so large you could build a house inside them. Winding around the pines were the elegant and enchanting Amora vines. Their heart-shaped leaves hid a tiny pink bud until nightfall, then the buds would emerge and fill the forest with a surreal pink light. Running through the glade was a small fork of the river, and at the northern edge was a dazzling, three-tiered waterfall. “I have n

"But you’re pale, Elara. That cost you." "It’s fine," I said, though my vision was swimming. "We have to keep moving." We reached the tree line as the first hints of a false dawn appeared on the horizon. The Iron-Root Valley was a dense, ancient forest where the trees grew so close together their canopies formed a natural ceiling. Here, the violet light was filtered, softened into a dim, ghostly purple. We found a cave system tucked behind a frozen waterfall—a perfect defensive position. As the outcasts settled in, collapsing from exhaustion, I stepped out onto a ledge to watch the valley.

Ella murmurs, her eyes lighting up, “Does that mean you’re going to get to see some trees at last?” Chuckling, I turn my phone towards the window, so she can see the rolling salt flats flying by in the distance. “No, unfortunately they chose their name to honor the ancestral lands they left before coming to the hidden territories. I’m afraid that the only trees here are the ones planted in Gabriel’s gardens.” Ella’s face falls, and her lips form an adorable pout, just begging to be kissed. “I don’t know how they can stand it.” “My poor little forest wolf.” I purr in sympathy, “our dream forest isn’t enough, is it?”

The demand was small, so no one would take risks to look for it. However, since David needed it, Isa thought deeply about whether the Elves had such treasures. Eventually, Isa remembered. In another forbidden area was a huge sacred tree called the World Tree by the Elves. A small groove was inside the sacred tree, and a drop of sacred sap would be formed every year. The Elves had never fully understood the function of the sacred sap. Apart from producing blood quickly, it did not seem to have any other effect.

Tucker seemed to be fond of this place, rolling around in the flowers nonstop. I averted my gaze from him, a smile curving my lips. This place was gorgeous no doubt. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an earthly paradise. Just a five-minute stay could make one forget all worries. Derek gently took my hand, leading me further into the heart of the island. Together, we left the grove and passed through an avenue lined with giant, ancient kapok trees. As I stepped closer, I noticed new green buds sprouting from their branches. Just imagining how stunning the scenery here would be in fall made me smile uncontrollably.