Coming To The Tree Jennifer Lawrence

In 'The Elf Kingdom', the War of Gods 1000 years ago caused the fall of the World Tree. In a world where true gods rule, the fall of the elven civilization came soon after. A 1000 years has passed, the new World Tree is now reborn. Eve Yggdrasil, the Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Great Ruler of Elves, armed with the ability to connect to the Internet on the blue planet. He (yes, He) now must rely on players from the blue planet to help his goal of reviving the past glory of the elves and the World Tree.

Humanity finds themselves trapped in an MMO RPG. As they navigate the 100 floors of the World Tree, players face challenges, unlock skills, and wield magic. Lives are lost, alliances form, and destinies are shaped. Who will rise, and who will fall? I hope you’ll join me on this new journey. As the characters and world of ATWT evolve into something more grounded, engaging, and true to the spirit of fantasy. Thank you for your support, and I can’t wait to share ATWT Rewrite with you!

“The boogeyman of Outer Gods, protector of Earth, humanity’s last stand—Miratheris’s son has returned.” I was drowning in sloth. The color of life had drained from my eyes, leaving only shades of grey. Doing anything felt like punishment. Looking for a job? A laughable idea. I did everything I could to stay disconnected from reality. Gambling. Drinking. Even suicidal stunts. Anything to escape the numbness that clawed at my mind for even a second. But everything comes at a cost. I abandoned my family. Broke the heart of the only woman who ever loved me. And wasted every damn day like it didn’t matter. I became the kind of man society throws out with the trash. But life didn’t spare me. Not even when I hit rock bottom. Deceived, shackled, and sold into another world— I spent the rest of my days as a slave. Forced to fight monsters ripped straight out of myth. At the very end, all I could do… was wish. Just one more chance. One shot to make things right. … Born a prodigy, Ashen Hart moved through life like a golden boy. What others worked for, he mastered with ease. At first, it felt like a blessing. The validation, pride, and accomplishment felt sweet. But even honey spoils when you’re drowning in it. The more success he tasted, the more hollow it all became. And when a mysterious power awakened within him, letting him see moments into the future— The world lost all color. And then all meaning… Nothing could surprise him. Nothing could move him. He spiraled. Ashen threw it all away—ambition, love, purpose— and embraced the slow death of apathy. But fate wasn’t done with him. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization and forced into a hidden war, he learned the brutal truth: he wasn’t special. He was fodder. Cannon meat to delay the inevitable. But somewhere, buried beneath sloth and cynicism, the genius stirred. The apathy rotted away. And Ashen Hart, the failure, became Ashen Hart, the wretched. The unkillable. From a discarded pawn to the final hope of mankind. And when it was over—when even the gods had fallen— he was left alone. At his dying breath, the Earth’s spirit, Miratheris, answered his plea. She rewound time, giving him one last shot. But not without a price. She kept his memories intact… and delayed their return just enough so his younger self could bear the weight. Ashen’s second life begins now— and the monsters, both within and beyond, are about to learn what regret truly feels like.

In the ashes of Earth’s once thriving ecosystem, where deserts have swallowed cities and the air reeks of industrial decay, only one green giant remains: the last living Iroko tree. Revered by ancient tribes and dismissed by modern science, the tree becomes the final hope for survival when Dr. Kuntu, an impassioned Kemit environmental scientist, uncovers a long-lost manuscript detailing its miraculous regenerative powers. Haunted by the memory of a lush past and driven by a vision of healing, Kuntu assembles a global team of experts a botanist with a secret agenda, a rebel engineer fleeing the corporate regime, and a geneticist hiding ties to a dark environmental experiment. Together, they set out across a shattered continent, evading rogue militias and corrupt governments who would rather see the world burn than lose control. As the team draws closer to the Iroko, they realize the tree is not just a carbon sponge; it’s a living archive of Earth’s ancient balance, holding dormant powers and ancestral secrets tied to Kuntu’s bloodline. But reviving the tree unleashes consequences no one could predict: climate anomalies, spiritual awakenings, and a resistance determined to destroy what they see as unnatural resurrection. When Kuntu is forced to choose between science and heritage, progress and preservation, life and sacrifice she must confront the greatest truth of all: the key to saving the world may not be in the tree's power, but in humanity's will to change. The Last Iroko Tree is a deeply emotional, high-stakes journey of eco-activism, ancient wisdom, and the unyielding fight for redemption in a dying world. With its blend of Kemit mythology, speculative science, and environmental urgency, it’s not just a story, it’s a call to action.

A world where the tales of old are not mere stories but of a untold truth, Artifacts, items of immense power, shape the history of earth. Ash Tree Saga weaves together the journeys of those who bear these cursed gifts as well as the struggle between them and the ash tree organization. Each volume explores a new protagonist and their journey through a dark, unforgiving, alt-history medieval world. Vol 1: Dawn Mask - Follow the story of Isaac Novikov, the last heir of a fallen Ruthenian barony, and his journey in the Holy Roman Empire, discovering the cause of his family’s collapse. Vol 2: Hermit of The Stars - Will take place in a wuxia form of china, following a man from the imperial court who was betrayed but let me finish vol 1..

The transformation cycle is relatively long. In the early stage, it will always be in the state of a tree. The main body transforms into a humanoid with a white-haired beautiful girl, refer to the Fallen Nashida. The whole class traveled to a different world together. Some became princes and princesses, some became brave dragon kings, and even those with less luck could become bears, dogs, etc. Only Zhai Guangyi turned into a tree, and it was a magic tree that could devour life energy and breed other races. In order to survive, it can only continue to breed powerful offspring to protect itself. I met my good brother who turned into a bear and his girlfriend, huh? Caught! Breed into a thug. Are there any humans who dare to attack this magic tree? Caught! Breed into a high-level thug! Are there any elves who come to claim relatives? Forget it, catch them together! I didn’t expect that there is any elf sacred tree in this world! What dragon god! Human god! Caught them together! Huh? Classmate, how did you become a believer of the god I bred?

Elias Angeles was never a hero. Just a decent man — a first-generation college student from a working-class family, quietly navigating the noise of adulthood. He never stood out. Never made waves. He studied hard, stayed out of trouble, and hoped it would be enough. Until one ordinary day in class… something changed. Ding! [System Activated] Welcome, Elias Navarro. [+1 Intelligence] [+1 Mechanical Understanding] [+1 Programming Skill]

Merin is reincarnated into a new world.  After he died in his previous world. And the new world is an extraordinary world. He is full of curiosity and fear for the new world. But he is born in the new world as a tree. Struck in a place. To explore the new world, he tries to find way to escape from his tree body, or transforms himself to a humanoid. In the process, he finds the reason he reincarnated into this world.  A mirror, that can send his soul to reincarnate into new worlds. Authors note- The first volume would be of Merin's life in another world and as a human.

I died run over by a truck. Yeah, I know... "How original!" you’re probably thinking. But hey, it’s not my fault the isekai industry has a partnership with transportation companies. The truly weird part came after: I didn’t reincarnate as a prince, a dragon, or even a humble slime with plot armor. Nope. I became a tree. Literally. With roots, branches, and a trunk that not even Instagram filters can fix. And to top it all off (or rather, cherry blossom it), I’ve got a system that calls me “Host” and says I need to found the Sakura Clan, a legendary organization where all members are ridiculously beautiful and smell like flowers. My job? Bond humans to the clan using a technique that turns ordinary people into floral demigods. Basically, I’m a divine tree with the soul of an HR manager. All this in a world of mages, knights, martial artists, kingdoms inspired by ancient civilizations and... way too many creative ways to die. I just wanted to read novels and drink coffee, not lead a cult that smells like spring. But hey… If I’m going to be a tree, I might as well bloom with style. Sigh. I just wanted to sleep under the shade… not be the shade. P.S. My native language is not English. If you find any errors, please point them out so I can correct them. Thank you very much for your time. (This is my first book.)

She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots. A mysterious system guides her: Grow. Survive. Evolve. Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world. The rot is spreading. Something watches from below. And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope. Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary. --------------------------------------------------- A Note From the Author: Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous. Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog. Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark. I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader. Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling. I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too. — Kismet (シ_ _)シ

The seven gods created the world from a radiant orb of divine energy. But the Mordren, a powerful primordial beings born from the golden tendrils of creation rebelled and sought claim to the world for themselves to be above the gods. After defeating them in a cosmic war, the gods were unable to destroy their own creation because of love. They created a prison realm—Nhal'Tharra—and sealed the Mordrens within. Eons later, a cult named the Illuminati broke the seal, unleashing the Great Chaos—a cataclysm that nearly wiped out all life. Salvation came through with the legendary three who fought the Mordren with divine help and burned the Daether tree; "A revered tree by the Mordrens. In their final vengeance they cursed the bloodline of the legendary three called "The Blood Reaping," a curse that Merdronic beings from the underground would hunt and kill for those who possessed this curse. Kael, orphaned and raised in the quiet town of Nebo. A victim of the curse without knowing the legacy he was born with... Note: This is a work of fiction. The names of known characters and locations are entirely fictional and bear no connection to real individuals, living or dead, or to any actual events or locations in the real world. Names from famous mythological characters and locations are entirely fictional and bear no connection onto the original myth.

Los inmortales deben ascender al Plano Divino para alcanzar la cima, pero si incluso para los más talentosos el éxito no está asegurado, ¿Qué se puede esperar de alguien sin talento? Ha pasado tanto tiempo desde que alguien ha oído de un ranker supremo, que su existencia se ha convertido en poco más que un mito. Ya nadie lo considera como un verdadero objetivo. Liberado al fin de sus cadenas, Lawrence, capaz de viajar libremente entre planos, ve crecer su ambición con cada paso que da. Pero, en un mundo donde existen los destinos, es difícil saber si cada uno de sus pasos estaba escrito antes de su nacimiento.

Dear Diary, What is going on!? Am I seeing things- are my eyes going bad!? I keep on seeing these gray hazy shapes beside people! And no, they're definitely not shadows! They shape is completely different from what it's next to- well, most of the time. I'll just ignore it and maybe it'll go away. -Week later- Dear Diary and my sanity if it's listening, Things are going from delusional to outright cuckoo crazy! I swear I saw a face in the gray globs I've been seeing, but it wasn't scary or anything, it was like catching the face of an angel. And it wasn't like he had perfect features or anything, but his eyes. The care and heartfelt love in them was so... unbelievable? I guess? I can't explain it... I can neither explain what I saw today, but it wasn't the sort of spooky but endearing sort of thing I saw yesterday, but a bewildering (?, yeah, I would put it that way) scene of a witch riding on a broom through out traffic on the highway. Every once in a while, she would disappear into one of the cars and then jump into another one. Strangely enough, after she came out, most of the people driving would either start becoming careless or be shooting off their horn at another car. I am seriously considering going to see a psychiatrist, but I don't want to explain why to my dad, so I'll just ignore it for now. Surely, it'll go away!? -Week later- Dear Diary!!! It hasn't gone away!!!! It's getting worse!! I keep on seeing roads disappearing and being replaced with wide open fields as if no man has touched it before! Not only that, sometimes I see part of a building missing as if a line was drawn straight down in a clean cut and a forest begins as if it was natural! I've been keeping my distance from these strange things I've seen, but now I wonder if I should investigate? I picked a flower from one of my 'hallucinations' and it was real! Maybe, the rest is real too? Could it be possible? But if it is, why did it have to be me? I'm just a normal girl in high school trying to graduate so I can go to college with a dance scholarship. Maybe go on a few dates or see if Sean would help me find a guy from the soccer team? They are so hot! Isn't that hard enough for a girl? -Couple of days later- Dear Diary!!!!!! I have HUGE NEWS! I'm not crazy after all, I actually found someone who gave me some answers! His name... did I ask him? I'm sure I did, but I don't remember! Darn my horrible memory that acts like a willful child choosing what it wants and doesn't! Anyway, I atleast remember the most important thing- I'm not crazy! So it turns out, I came across our forgotten world. Or should I say kingdom. Anyway, he tried to explain that the world is like a coin with 2 faces on it- same world but two parts that can't face each other. Although, we did at one point, but that was before the rebellion and this really evil guy took a third of the kingdom to go up against the king. He didn't win though and retreated. .... but then, what was it? He put out a bet to the king? or something? Ah, faulty memory, I'll have to ask again. But in the long run- he and his minions are fighting the King and his loyal people for our world.... or something. I don't think it has anything to do with me, I'll just enjoy the new scenery I get to see now. -Couple of Months Later- "EXCUSE ME!? You want me to do WHAT NOW!? I must've heard you wrong!"

Su Mu once again created a locust tree in the era of spiritual energy recovery. In this era, powerful people were everywhere and ruled the region. Strange beasts were roaring in the mountains and rivers, occupying the land and making it king. The myriad creatures of this era rose up and competed against each other. A locust tree rose up from the heavens, creating a paradise of pure land in this chaotic era. A hundred years ago, I was a legend. A thousand years later, I was a myth. Some people call me the Tree of the World, to protect this world, to pray day and night. Some people call me the World Tree, for all living things to support a piece of the sky. Some call me the Tree of Life of Kabala, a symbol of truth and wisdom. Others called me the source of demons, the scourge of all realms, the forbidden zone for all living beings. Day and night in the shadow of death. But no matter who it is, regardless of their identity, they will always be respectful in front of me

Duke parlor, once just an ordinary slave being brought to execution, gets transmigrated into another world. Throughout the story he will develop relationships with other people and fight strong ones and see how his magic develops.

This is a love story expressing purity and innocence with a broken heart full of pain and desires . love story between an innocent girl and a raw beasty boy . This story is full of pain and love , the story of incomplete love .

A florist goes about his day as usual, enjoying the sun with his plants. However, He finds something different in his garden and the next thing he knows, He has turned into a wooden golem in the middle of a forrest! Will he grow to reach the clouds or is he more bark than bite?

A story about a young female adult who slowly comes to terms with their aromanticism.

While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

In the world of Condellia, awakened people is most respected and desired profession. Thousands of gods gives mortals of Condellia power in exchange for faith. Adair, someone from earth died in his sleep reincarnated in the world of awakened and god avatars. [King of Underworld wanted you to be it's pet] [Observer of Void wanted you to be it's successor] [God of Light wanted you to spread the light] [King of Harem wanted you as it's incarnation] [World Tree wanted to be your friend] "Friend? World Tree, i choose you!"

Synopsis In a time when silence could be louder than war drums, a young girl's heart carried the voice of a nation. Set in rural Gujarat during the heart of India's freedom struggle, The Mango Tree of 1942 traces the life of Meera—a bright, curious village girl whose world changes forever under the sprawling branches of an old mango tree. As political unrest brews beyond the dusty fields, Meera’s personal journey weaves through love, loss, and unspoken courage. From stolen glances to tear-stained letters, from family loyalty to whispered rebellion, this novel captures the essence of a generation caught between tradition and revolution. At the heart of it all stands the mango tree—a silent witness to the dreams, promises, and heartbreaks of 1942. A story of quiet resilience, emotional depth, and timeless love, The Mango Tree of 1942 is not just about the past—it’s about how history grows roots in ordinary lives.

The tree stood tall in the quiet hills of Beverley , nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods bearing witness to countless seasons and stories of love,loss and longing.For decades,the residents whispered of its magic .Hank Rand ,a reserved literature professor ,stumbles upon an old, unopened letter beneath the tree while walking his dog.Intrigued and moved by the words-a heartfelt poem from a man,Silas to a woman he never stopped loving -June,becomes obsessed with finding the letter's recipient.