Is Magic Tree House Realistic

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]

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.

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!

Albert Weaver, a dedicated reporter, chronicles the first ten transformative years since magic appeared in the modern world. He meticulously pieces together fragmented narratives, exploring the societal, ethical and geopolitical implications of magic's emergence. His work captures the initial confusion, the brief period of adaptation, and the devastating "Wild Years" that redefined the world. Weaver examines the varied impacts of all five magic schools, seeking to understand magic not as a power, but as a "mirror" reflecting humanity's true nature in a world permanently changed.

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.

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?

Looking back, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Sometimes I wonder if life would’ve been better if Eliza and I had never discovered the truth. Maybe that’s selfish. But we might’ve been happier— or at least, that’s what I like to believe. Magic is a mystery. Even now, no one truly understands it. It flows through the world, choosing its own vessels. And once it touches you, it never lets go. I wish that was all I had to tell you. But my story is darker— filled with mystery, sacrifice, and loss. My name is Maddox. And we should’ve never left the orphanage. Schedule Hi, I’m Dox I’ve come up with a schedule for chapter releases: I’ll be releasing one chapter a day (except on Saturdays) until the volume is completed. After that, there’ll be a short break—depending on how hard I procrastinate—while I finalize the next volume. Then the cycle repeats. Please consider adding House of Hules to your library. It’s my first serious attempt at writing a novel, and I’ve got an epic tale I’d love to share. Don’t forget to shine brighter than the rest :) But what choice did we have?

Vector hates math! With all his heart! Due to severe dyscalculia, he can’t even handle the simplest calculations, like 1+9! “I HATE MATH!!!” he mutters, tormented, until this thought consumes him. Many years later, now old and sick, Vector finds himself on the brink of death. But with his final breath, something extraordinary happens: Vector wakes up, reincarnated in another world, one where dragons, fairies, and creatures of all kinds are part of his new reality. Here, in the continent "Harmony", magic is revered and is based on “Syntony” that each person can develop with one of the seven elements. Vector is initially excited about the possibility of learning and using magic! But when he least expects it, he’s hit with a shocking revelation that will change his life forever: “I… have a Syntony… with MATH?!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - What to expect: • Very intelligent MC, but with a somewhat grumpy attitude at first • Protagonist Growth • Fantasy, Adventure, and lots of Mysteries • Powers related to Math • UPDATES: Every Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday at 3:14 AEDT (UTC/GMT+11)

I’m no hero, no reincarnated prodigy—just a 47-year-old man, a native of Orario, and a long-time member of Ganesha Familia. I’ve seen gods rise, adventurers fall, and promises turn to blood in the dungeon’s dark. This is not a story of chosen ones or meteoric level-ups. It’s a grounded take on Danmachi—where survival means strategy, money can rival strength, and Familia politics are deadlier than monsters. I won’t rush to the bottom of the dungeon. I’ll show how Orario really works. Welcome to the side of Danmachi where reality bites. ———————————————————————————————————— Disclaimer: Danmachi (also known as Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?) is the intellectual property of Fujino Ōmori, SB Creative, and other respective rights holders. I do not own any part of the original series. This fanfiction is a work of passion made for entertainment purposes only. I only claim ownership of the original characters and plot elements I have created specifically for this story.

Chapter Title: Chapter 1: The Whispering Walls --- Chapter Text (Paste This): The storm had not stopped for three nights. In the silence between the thunder, she could hear it again — those faint whispers inside the walls. Helena gripped the edge of her hospital desk, eyes locked on the cracked plaster just above the patient bed. Room 313. No one lasted long in it. St. Delora’s Mental Asylum had been standing since 1892, tucked away beyond the woods outside Black Hollow town. People said it was cursed. Helena didn’t believe in curses. Not until she met Patient 47. He was quiet, pale, and watched the walls like something might crawl out any moment. And every night, at exactly 3:13 a.m., he whispered one thing: “They’re waiting in the house.” When she asked him which house, he simply smiled and said, “The house that listens.” Then he scratched a drawing onto the padded wall. A house. Long windows like eyes. And dozens of ears, carved into the bricks. The next morning, he vanished. The staff blamed it on a clerical error. No one else remembered admitting him. Not even the security cameras showed anything. But Helena had the drawing. And a voice had started whispering to her, too. In her sleep. In her walls. She knew she had to go to the house. The same house from the drawing. The one no one dared talk about. The one that appears in the dreams of madmen. The House of Whispers.

A possibly poor attempt at making a novel for the first time. In general, I'm trying to be realistic, a couple characters are based off of a couple of my friends. As the story goes on, characters can get traumatized, scarred for life, or losing limbs. Some may go insane just by wanting to go home, praying it's all a dream.

Sunny has been discovered by the half brother she never knew she had, which leads to a whirlwind of trouble for her. The intimidating man is not only Head of the Illusen Family, but a Revenant Commander - soon to be one of her superiors upon her graduation. But as they adjust to each other, their growing closeness gives rise to feelings neither should be harbouring for the other.

When a family moves into an old home with a dark past, they quickly realize it's not just the creaking floors or cold drafts they should fear — it's the feeling that someone, or something, is always listening.

Four queens. One throne. Let the game begin. The Queen of Diamonds rules with fury. The Queen Hearts plots with poison. The Queen Spades strikes from the shadows. The Queen of Clubs commands with war. Each a villainess. Each a storm. The kingdom was never meant to survive all four. But this is no ordinary war-this is a game, and every move is watched, every misstep manipulated. The deck was stacked before the first blade was drawn, and somewhere behind the veil, the true gamemaster waits. Let the cards be drawn. Let the queens take form. Let the crown be shattered in a crimson storm.

Since time immemorial, there lay a house free from the chains of time. It was said that all who lived there gained eternal youth, and such beings are named – Ancients. Dynasties rose and fell, yet this house remained untouched by the world. However, no secret remains hidden and no treasure remains unclaimed. The world had become too powerful! The races of the world drove them to their deaths, but one last way remained. Laex, the brightest of the 8 Ancients, entered the Gate of Rebirth to pursue a new life free from the chains of immortality and the curse that came alongside it. In a quest to call upon his fellow Ancients to this world, he would have to overthrow Kingdoms, Empires, States, and Dynasties! In this world of Codex, Keys, and Gates, a new adventure awaits!

A journalist who didn't know what he was getting into... until he foolishly discovered it.

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )

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?

My name is Toshiaki Honda, a game developer behind some of the most popular RPGs out there. Life was already great—until one day, I found myself transported to a world full of magic and fantasy! Is it dangerous? Is it tragic? No—this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Just writing this for fun not a good writer first time go easy

The name Vashirayan means nothing to most. It doesn’t trend. It doesn’t hold office. But in rooms where wars are decided, it means one thing: Stay quiet. Or disappear. Across the world, they are known by many names: The House of the Sage. The Crownless Kings. Hi no Michibiki : “Guided by Fire.” La Sombra Serena : “The Serene Shadow.” The Ones Who Don’t Knock. Each name different. Each name earned. Each name spoken only once. House of the Sage is a modern myth-thriller, where ancient bloodlines shape new empires, and a silent war simmers beneath elite society. At its center: Nivrit Vashirayan. A quiet graduate student with a calm voice, brilliant mind… and a terrifying inheritance. He was raised to disappear into normal life. But some bloodlines don’t go quiet forever. When Niv steps into view, it’s felt everywhere. Cartels hesitate. Private guards get reassigned. Old families reopen dossiers sealed in fireproof cabinets. Because the Vashirayans never announce themselves. But the world always feels it when they move.

In a kingdom where noble blood means everything, Eliana Veyne's family name means nothing—except fear. When a duke chokes on a poisoned grape at the royal banquet, the court whispers her name. But Eliana isn't hiding. She's reminding them. Because the Veynes don't need magic to be dangerous. They need only the right moment... and the right lie.

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?'