The Giving Tree Novels & Stories

"I never once imagined that I would have a Ygdrasil Sapling…It's Kinda surreal…..Look's cute though, despite its huge appetite..". The weird branch that I obtained from the last month Dwertur dungeon raid was actually a withered Ygdrasil/Mother Tree/World Tree sapling. it holds enormous power, it can produce a sanctuary Shield that can protect thousand of miles with magic, deter the attack of the monster, even affect the ecosystem around it. But, since it was withering the sapling need's a supply of a large amount of mana, and as a remedy for it, a dungeon core needs to be buried near the sapling for it to absorb, for the past 2 months since I realize what it is, I already feed it with 10 du

"I pledge to remember that all beings, regardless of species or power, deserve dignity and fair treatment, to ensure that balance serves the many rather than the few." As my palm touched the Tree's trunk, I felt an immediate connection, warmer and more intimate than before. The Tree's energy flowed through me, acknowledging not just my presence but the tiny life I carried within me. A branch lowered, offering not one fruit but two, one for me, one for Hope. I consumed the first, feeling its essence spread through me like liquid moonlight. The glow that surrounded me was golden, warm and protective. But it was what happened next that caused gasps to ripple through the assembly.

But they squeezed on notwithstanding. At last, the way opened up into a little clearing, the trees shaping a normal boundary against the worst of the storm. Within the center of the clearing was an old tree, its twisted branches coming up toward the sky just like the arms of a few overlooked gods. The tree's bark was dull and weathered, and unusual images were carved into its trunk, gleaming faintly within the obscurity. Ethan and Lena moderated as they drew closer to the tree, both of their impulses detecting that this place was distinctive, it held some sort of power. The air was thick with pressure, the storm's anger appearing to decrease marginally as they ventured into the clearing.

~ Tree Magick by Gillian Kemp Wow. I sit up on my bed. No wonder Kiarr and Ben were so pleased I decided on this tree. I frown. Do they think I'm going to use it to help them stay with me? An ache presses into my core. I can't do that. I have to send them back. It's not fair to them to keep them around. And it isn't fair to me to have them in my life. Every day they are with me, in such a short time already, the more my life and heart are getting tangled with them.

The trees started waving again and Theo and I turned the mechanism, slowly making the door open. Oh, ancient trees, reaching for the sky, Whispering secrets as the wind blows by. Your roots run deep, your branches spread wide, Guardians of wisdom, standing side by side. Oh, guardians of the ancient trees, Protectors of all that nature sees. With gradient symbols, their message shows, Balancing harmony as life flows. Finally, the door was fully open and the mechanism stopped. Theo and I massaged the pain throbs off our hands as Sarah tapped the tree and it responded to it.

They were both ‘pushed’ off the tree by a strong force and nearly fell over. Amber stared at Isabella for a long time. “How?” Isabella looked at her. “It was a gift.” “From the tree?” “The tree just helped.” She turned toward it and smiled. “Thank you.” The both heard without any doubt in their minds the tree say “You are welcome.” Amber looked at it. “What is your name?” The tree was silent for a long time before it spoke to them again. “Arthur…that will suffice.” “Thank you, Arthur.” Amber felt reverence for the tree.

"There's something about this place, about the Nexus Tree. I can feel its connection to the Heartwood, but there's more, isn't there? What secrets does it hold?" Faelan nodded, a knowing smile playing on its delicate features. "The Nexus Tree is more than a symbol—it is a repository of the collective experiences and aspirations of those who have traversed this realm. Each mark upon its branches tells a story, a tale of unity, transformation, and the boundless potential that extraordinary love holds."

The air was cold, but it was refreshing. Quinn twisted on her heels, walking towards the east borders instead of her father’s house. There was this tree she used to call her own there, one of the tallest trees on this land. It was old, the limbs were dry and collapsing, but every spring, it grew leaves. She didn’t know how it continued to survive through the winters, but it always did, and Quinn would congratulate it every year. Every time she felt down and weak, she’d go there just to look at that tree, because if it could survive, then she could too…

Hammer’s hand stayed on his arm, grounding him. I kept going, each word carved out of the softest, oldest part of me. “I should have known. Nothing is free. The Tree gave us strength, fruit, a place that felt like home… and the price fell on her. On the one who deserved it least. This is my theory. The only one that makes any fucking sense. The Tree took the name it helped create. Or something older and crueler did. I do not know. I only know she does not know me.”