Tuck Everlasting Treegap Novels & Stories

Marcus was watching the tree line where the howls had come from, then he looked back at Ava. “North Ridge,” he said quietly. “Stone Valley. Grey Hollow.” He glanced toward the darker ridge beyond the clearing. “And if my hearing hasn’t failed me, the new one was… Iron Creek answered too.” Luca let out a low whistle. “Half the mountain,” he muttered. Marcus didn’t look slightly impressed at the revelation. He looked thoughtful. “That many packs don’t answer a call unless the territory itself acknowledges it,” Elena rested her palm lightly on the edge of the altar. “That’s because it did.”

the last was purred smugly. “And the sex,” Harry added, rolling their eyes heavenward. “Oh, f-king hell, the sex is mind-blowing. I’m hard just remembering this morning when he - ” Talen tugged them down into a patch of shadow as his eyes caught on a movement high in one of the trees. “Tree stands,” he whispered to Harry. He could see many of them now that he knew to look for them. He and Harry had been lucky that they had not been seen crossing from the farm, as there had been little shelter and, thinking that they’d wandered outside of the farm boundaries, they hadn’t been taking as much care not to be seen.

He chuckled. "Only a couple?"my eye's widened at his, but he just chuckled and kept going. sure enough, we went a little more sideway's then just straight up. i noticed some marks on the tree's, glancing at one a little more closely, i saw it was carved with a 'T '. i rolled my eye's and smiled. i didn't say anything, but let Ty pull me along, i looked for more 'T' in the tree's, but only noticed them every 30 feet or so, and they were small so you couldn't see them from far away. i guess it was just to make sure you were on the right pathway.

It broke something open in my chest. "Promise?" he said, holding out his pinky. I hooked mine with his. "Promise. On the big tree. On Mom and Dad. On everything." The big tree was still there, behind our old house. Twenty feet around. Bark like armor. We’d carved our initials in it the day after the funeral. E + S. Forever. "Forever," Sam whispered. "Forever," I said. --- The cage smelled like piss and blood and someone else’s fear. I opened my eyes. The bars were still there. The torch was still there. Sam was not.

"There used to be a fan duct, but now it's empty, like a large tube. Some of us caretakers used to hide snacks when pups were bored. We had to up our game." He nodded at her to keep talking. "It opens shallowly between two oak trees, the ones that look virtually undisturbed?" Hopefully, Evan would know which ones she was talking about. And he did. "Yes, the ones that have snow even during autumn." The dubiety that had swallowed them while planning rinsed away when they arrived at the nursery. Evan gave her a stringent run through. She asked him how he’d get over the other side so quickly, his answer was an arrogant smirk.

I shook my head and silently promised myself I’d be more cheerful, that I’d do whatever it took to win Elizabeth back so I could be there when she truly needed me. We walked along the path, climbing steadily toward the back of the small grove. Towering trees with reddish bark and soft texture rose majestically beyond the fence, making the ground beneath us feel sacred. These trees reminded you just how fleeting human life was, how brief our time truly is. They’d been here when we were born, and they’d remain long after we were gone. “It humbles you,” Jonna whispered as we settled inside the hollowed trunk of a fallen giant. Over centuries, that massive log had served as a stable, a shelter,

I pictured the map in my room, the fork in the river, the old boundary stones that marked where Blackmoon’s claim ended, and the no‑man’s‑land began. “There’s a hollow ash tree near the river fork,” I said. “Just inside our side of the line. Scouts use it sometimes to stash extra bandages or messages. If someone’s watching from the Nightfang side, they’ll know it.” Rhea nodded slowly. “I know the one,” she said. “We called it the Listening Tree when I was a kid.” “Listening?” I asked. “Because it hears everything,” she said. “And sometimes you swear it whispers back.”

POV: Ember Wellesley. The trail behind the cabin wasn’t marked on any map. It curved like instinct, winding through moss-covered roots and cold streams until it opened into a quiet glade — one Ember hadn’t seen since she came to Raven’s Peak. The trees there stood older, taller, closer together. Their branches knotted like clasped hands. The air shimmered with the hush of something ancient and watchful. Ember stepped into the center, barefoot, the hem of her dress soaked from dew.

Six Months Later — Late Autumn in Terrell WildWood had grown still. Not silent — the birds had returned, deer moved carefully along the outer trails again — but the forest no longer watched. It no longer reached for blood or whispered in tongues older than man. The rift was gone. The old altar beneath the roots had collapsed into itself, swallowed by earth, sealed by whatever strange magic Clara had invoked. Yet something new had taken its place — a single grove of pale white trees, grown in a perfect circle, their bark smooth as bone.

This baby was definitely one lucky and loved pup. On the way home, I stopped at Olive’s glade. The new saplings were thriving thanks to the extra care of the elves tending to them, and a little magic. It would take some time, but eventually these trees would be full grown, and the cocoons of the new dryad spirits would form. I couldn’t wait to meet them. I filled the watering can up at the lake and watered the saplings and pulled a few weeds. Sitting down, I looked up at the light green clouds and gave my tiny little baby bump a rub. My whole life had changed so quickly.