Its Giving Tree Novels & Stories

The following spring, Samantha and Andrew were surprised to find a small sapling planted in their front yard. It was a fruit tree, and it had a small sign that read, "A small seed grows into a mighty tree." They immediately knew who had planted it. Beauty had given them a gift that would grow and thrive, just like the friendship that they had forged. And as the years went by, the tree would remind them of the power of kindness and the difference that they had made in their community.

It was massive, glorious and very darn scary, but it acted like a kangaroo as it chanted something, clearly too busy to notice me. Slowly, I crept closer to hear what it was chanting only to realize it was singing “oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree” over and over again. I snorted out a laugh and it instantly froze. Once his eyes focused on me, something like a sheepish grin spread across the massive muzzle. “Mate I made this for you. Look, a spine tree!” He cheered. Walking closer, I stole a glance at the tree and understood what he was talking about. The whole tree was decorated with spines. An actual spine tree… “Ugh, that purse is ugly, Lucius buy you better, drop it.”

So much so that it made me tear up. “Is everything okay?” She closed her book and sat up. I shook my head. “It’s fine. Any way you can tone down the power?” Chuckling, Mom shook her head. “It’s not me. It’s the tree. He’s a transplant from the Fey Realm and likes to show the earth how superior he is. Did you want to go to another room?”

They were all gathered around the tree, my parents included, when my mom saw her she sobbed, Dawson passed her to me, he is not an Elemental so he can not go to the tree, I take her and wade through the waters surrounding the tree and lay her at the base of the tree. I went back and held hands with the others and we chant together to get the trees blessing, the flowers on the tree begins to glow red and orange colors, they burn and shine so bright, my eyes widen when the tree does something it’s never done before, it’s branches reach down with vines and pick her up, her head bobs back as she’s raised and perched on a branch then cocooned inside the vines, the tree gives breezes as though it’

I chuckled, painfully tearing myself away from his warmth, "Lead the way." The tree came into my line of sight first. It was large and very real—a contrast to the plastic ones I had had all through my childhood— and had a little more than a hundred ornaments all around it. Robin, Lucas, and the kids had been working on making it the best tree ever since we arrived here and I did not need to look twice to know they had made good on that thought.

“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,”

he said as he motioned to a massive, ancient tree with branches that seemed to stretch up to the sky. “My father planted this tree. Mhn, it is the symbol of strength and unity, thus it was planted in the middle of the pack house. I'm not sure if it's something relevant to you but it's a significant presence in our pack.” I gazed in awe at the majestic tree, feeling a sense of wonder. “It's beautiful, Nate,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can tell its significance, even if I don't fully understand why. Is there some kind of magic within it?”

Tamara is playing happily with a new doll on the floor, singing to herself happily as I get up and walk over to the tree. “I don’t see anything,” I say, looking around. Atwood points to one of the branches. “It’s in there somewhere,” he says with a smirk. Finally, after searching through the tree branches for a bit, I spot the gift. It’s a small box wrapped in silver paper with a red bow. It’s light when I pick it up. I walk back over to the sofa and sit down, eyeing Atwood suspiciously. “Go on!” he says. “Don’t be shy. Open it.”

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

"Okay. Bye, Zoey! " "Bye, Herbie." Zoey and I continued on our way to the guardrail guarded by the same old man before. Zoey told him something, and the old man let us through. As before, he wrote something down in his book. Zoey was still holding my arm when we got under the fig tree. At night, this tree looks frightening by many dangling roots. However, I could feel an aura of warmth radiating from this tree. When I decided to stop, Zoey turned her head.