Strongest Tree Novels & Stories

--- I told Damon about the tree. He was in the study. Reading something on his computer. He looked up when I walked in. "A tree?" "A tree. For Sam. In the garden." "What kind." "I do not know. Something that will last. Something that will not die." He thought about it. "Oak." "Oak?" "Oaks live for hundreds of years. They grow slow. They get big. They do not die easily." "That sounds like Sam." "How." "He was stubborn. He was loud. He took up space. He did not die easily. He was not supposed to die at all."

Ben nods to my prize. "No. It just felt right." Part of me is hesitant to know the answer. "Why?" "That was the first tree you and I-I mean my wife planted when we bought this land. It is a Yew tree." "We had Yew trees in my native land." Kiarr's shoulder brushes mine as we walk. "It's a powerful tree and poisonous and commands respect. Every part of it can kill you except the fruit - but even the seed within it is poisonous." I scowl, removing the branch from underneath my arm. Thankfully, I have on the school uniform along with the blazer. "Then maybe I should throw this one out and get another."

The rays of light from the three daystars of the planet sprinkled down their canopies and reflected a bright emerald sheen like precious jewels crowded inside a treasure box. These trees are called the Emerald tree by the locals and visitors of this place, but their real name was termed by the ancients as the mother tree, mainly because it towers all the living beings in the Emerald forest. The oldest Mother tree in existence towers over one hundred meters, and the young saplings range over five to fifteen meters tall. All the weird, unknown and common living and non-living things in the forest could only reach the lower parts of its trunks, and resemble little kids in front of their mothers

I know it. After more minutes of walking and the sun tinting the sky an orange hue, we reach a small opening in the woods. The trees formed a full circle around us, but a tall, amazonian tree was standing proud and tall in the middle. It was the tallest tree of all the tall trees in the forest. I had to crane my neck until it nearly snapped just to see its highest peak. The grass was damp, and there was a foul smell in the air. “The smell of death reeks in this tree,” Fenrir voiced my thoughts as he circled the tree with a scowl. “The plague marked it. It’s almost spelled out in the bark.”

Finally, we came to a clearing. In the center stood an enormous tree stump, easily ten feet in diameter. Even in the dim light, I could see the pain in Patricia’s eyes as she approached it. “This redwood has been cultivated by generations of men in our family,” she explained, running her fingers along what remained of the dark reddish bark. “The care of it is always passed down to the current Alpha. It’s been a symbol of our pack’s strength and longevity for centuries.”

Andre contracts griffin but with mild tone of voice. “That’s right andre, The iroko is majestic.” Carlton turns to him. “But the oak tree is also like the iroko. They are both strong and have unique qualities. The only difference is that the iroko can last 1500 years while the oak can only last like 600 years. But even at that, none is superior to the other. They are both kings. So Griffin is right too, yeah?”

Silas offered his hand and in no second, Jet received it. "Deal." "What is the scientific name for the tallest tree in the world?" Silas started. He's recalling all the lessons he studied earlier. "Sequoia sempervirens," Jet confidently said. One time, ENVO sponsored them to travel overseas for their training. He saw how tall Hyperion is. He could even break his neck by looking for the topmost part of the said tree. Gladly, he refrained doing that. "The most venomous insect?" It's now Jet's turn.

I looked ahead, past Leana, and froze. What was that? We stood still for a few seconds, both of us uncertain whether to approach or just observe from a distance and report this to Andrew. Before us now stood a giant tree. Without needing to look elsewhere, I was sure this tree was the largest—and also the oldest—one in the forest. It towered so high that I had to tilt my head back to see the top, and even then, I couldn’t see the end of it. But it wasn’t the size of the tree that stunned Leana and me, but something wrapped around it. The climbing plant that spiraled around it, resembling stacked flowers, emitted a faint purple glow.

' she stammered. "'Because,' the Oak explained, 'your broken branches provide shelter from the wind and rain. You offer a unique sanctuary, a haven of peace amidst the storm. You are different, Willow, and that is your strength. You offer something the other trees cannot.' “Willow, humbled, began to understand. She was no longer just a tree; she was a symbol of resilience, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, life finds a way to bloom. Her scars were not a mark of weakness, but a testament to her strength, a story of survival etched into her very being.”