Strongest Tree Novels & Stories

That's you, none else. My way to home. I counted the life in years of each tree on my way home. Humans are the most significant and enormous power on Earth, but they die. You get too many trees on that road. The spread of corona was a disease that blinded many humans but didn't even touch any tree. Why trees are safer than me? Why trees have higher chances to live longer than anyone like me.

She can smell the shisha that she’d already familiarized from Caleb’s mansion. Is he smoking shisha? This man is a heck of cigarette addiction! She tsked in annoyance before walking with her heavy breath… all the way to his master bedroom; Keesha’s heart is pounding like crazy. Jostein’s old wooden Narra tree door is slightly open. The narra tree is the national tree of the Philippines, and it is the strongest and most expensive wood in the country. Just like Jostein De Vere—he stood for that wood because he knew that in himself that he have a quality, strong and expensive personality.

Then, Horan asked, "Do you have clues about the perpetrator?" "Maybe someone close to Alana or someone who works for her." "Then, they must have an unimaginable power." Delton glanced. "What do you mean?" Horan inhaled deeply and explained, "That withering tree is the oldest and the strongest defender. Someone who could turn such a noble defender into this state is of unimaginable power." Delton eyed the tree, pondering. "You might be right. Thank you for telling me this. I shall do what I do best."

The fiber of the illusion tree wasn't playing with its prey, tightening even more when Ardina tried to release it. "Aargh!" She screamed as she felt her shins crumble. Its coil is twice as strong as that of a snake. Ardina's strength is also not too strong to untie the old tree's fibers. "How is this? How can I help Nara?" Ardina said the oldest trying without giving up.

We continued on without stopping until we arrived at what seemed to be our destination. A few hundred meters ahead, I could see a vast clearing. The Hanarusa trees rarely grew in the vicinity, as if they were reluctant to approach the clearing. Once after walking again, I could clearly see what was there. A Hanarusa tree grew in the middle of the field. The size was much bigger than the others. If the usual Hanurusa tree had a trunk diameter of about 50 meters, then this one tree was three times the size. But its height was almost equivalent to an ordinary tree. Maybe that was what made it unobtrusive from a distance. The tree's gigantic roots spread out above the ground as if intimidating o

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

"For the baby. Something that will grow as they grow. A living marker of their place in this world." Ares's face lit up. "That's a beautiful idea. What kind of tree?" "I don't know," I admitted. "Something strong. Something that will last for generations." "An oak," Ares suggested. "They grow slowly but live for centuries. And they're nearly impossible to kill once they take root." "Like us," I said with a smile. "Exactly like us." We discussed where to plant it, settling on a spot near the eastern wall where it would get plenty of sun. Ares promised to have the groundskeepers prepare the soil, and we could plant it together once the baby was born.

Rina couldn’t move, and so was Raul and the rest of the small creatures that were with them. They were behind an ancient tree, which could be eight meters in diameter and was enough to hide all of them for a moment. All of the ancient trees in this forest are at least this big, and they’re super tall that it’s comparable to the buildings in major cities that are very tall and almost reaching the title of skyscrapers.

I notice his Mate Mark has healed and revealed itself. It's a tree similar looking to my dad's but different. It has a thicker trunk at the base and bushier foliage with wide roots. I look closer; It's a eucalyptus tree. It's just like his scent. I didn't know much about tree symbolism. I needed to look it up. I am still in bed; I reach over and grab my phone and look up the meaning behind a eucalyptus tree. I find it symbolizes strength, protection, and survival; it fits him to a T. I try to look at my own but looking at that spot without a mirror is like trying to look at your nose. I have to maneuver out of bed or, more precisely, out of his grip.

After a brief thought, he replied, “It’s a tree left behind by a powerful senior.” “Who might that be?” James looked at him curiously. “An unrivaled powerhouse that no one dared to challenge.” “Stop beating around the bush. Hurry up and tell me who it is.” James was slightly impatient. “Ahem, ahem.” Zeno coughed a few times and said, “The tree is called Path Tree, and its fruits are called Path Fruits. The tree was an ordinary fruit tree grown in this powerhouse’s residence. However, it mutated because of the abundant power of its master.