The Giving Tree Novels & Stories

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

he rasped. "I’m trying to save you," I cried. He reached for me. "It’s too late." I screamed and fell to the ground, covering my ears. Then silence. When I looked up, a tree stood before me. Huge. Silver bark. Glowing faintly. The Resurrection Tree. A beast stepped out of the dark. Seven feet tall, fur black as night, with glowing red eyes. "Who seeks the bark?" it growled. I stood. "I do. Lily of Greko Pack."

I am not a key for a machine. They jumped under the leaves of the giant trees. A golden beam hit the ground inches behind Junes heel. The grass behind her turned into gold instantly. Inside the forest the air was different. The trees were breathing. The leaves moved,. It was not because of the wind. They leaned toward June as she ran past them. The vines on the ground moved back to give her a path. The forest was grown from her fathers DNA. The forest knew her. It loved her. "The trees are protecting us " Patience gasped. She leaned against a tree trunk that was pulsing with a light.

she asked, looking at me. “Yes I know the Golden forest," I answered. “Good but do you know what's done in it?" she asked. "Dreams come true,” I said. "What kinds of dreams?” she asked and I found that a little weird. "All,” I said while she shook her head. "No come let me show you,” she said, leading me to this tree. She began to tell me that it was a tree that could rewrite bonds. If I were not sure about Zion or still having feelings for Claus

We carry Eli — not drag, carry — out of the noisy, joyful second classroom, past Hope, to the base of the big Tree where Moira is buried and the white vine still blooms. The Tree opens its roots without being asked. A hollow forms, just big enough for a man to lie down. Eli lies down. Jonah crawls in beside him, despite Creek’s soft protest. Silas sits at Eli’s feet, hands on his ankles. The Tree does not take. It shares. Green light runs up Eli’s arms, into his chest. His hair, which had gone white again, darkens a shade. His breathing evens. Loan repaid, the Tree hums through the crown, not to me, to him. Stay.

He was about to move when Awino held her back. “Wait a minute, son. What are you talking about? How would you know these yet you’re here.” “Look, I’m telling you the truth. You of all the people know me. You know that I had this gift since I was born. The python took it away from me, but now that it’s gone, I have it back. And I also have the powers of the Long-lasting Tree safely in me. I can feel it. Arise, you-all; let’s go.”

I sat down on my seat, waiting even if I knew I'd had to wait way longer than just some minutes. All of a sudden all I saw was black, I didn't know everything could be over in just seconds, I wouldn't have thought that everything could be over this quick, but one thing I knew was, I couldn't give up, I have to be there for Kehna. I tried recovering strength by breathing in and breathing out but it didn't help. I continued repeating the same sentence "I can't give up" breath in breath out "I can't give up" breath in breath out, I just wanted to rest and close my eyes for some seconds.

Then a voice echoed. Soft. Ancient. "WELCOME." The group froze. Immediately. Then the tree moved. Not the branches. Not the leaves. The trunk. A face slowly emerged from the bark. Eyes opened. Ancient eyes. Older than kingdoms. Older than crowns. Older than memory. Then the tree smiled. Then: "THE HEIRS HAVE RETURNED." The clearing trembled. Then Darius slowly lifted his hammer. Then: "Trees aren't supposed to talk."

The Phoenix Tree spoke calmly, "Haha, there’s no need to worry so much, young one. Just focus on fulfilling your purpose." As the tree finished speaking, a few leaves gently trembled and drifted into the void. Adrian’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he eagerly reached out to claim them all. But the Phoenix Tree’s voice returned, warning, "Greed is endless, boy. Do you think you can take all these leaves? Do you believe each is filled with my precious essence?"

Cynthia inquired, her voice a mixture of awe and wonder. "I am the guardian of this enchanted grove," the tree replied. "I have witnessed the love, wisdom, and justice that you have nurtured within your realm, and I have been waiting for the day when you would find your way here." Roberick and Cynthia exchanged knowing smiles. It was as if the garden itself, a place they had cherished for years, had revealed a hidden secret to them. The tree continued, "I offer you a gift, a glimpse into the depths of wisdom and the power of love. Reach out to me, and you shall gain insights that will further guide your journey."