The Giving Tree Novels & Stories

He screamed, trouble. “I guess I should tell you the truth, it seems inevitable now that you have been exposed to him and his treacherous ways,” my mate got up and walked over to his closet and extracted what seemed like an ancient tome from some hidden compartment. He briskly walked back to me as I sat straight in bed with my back against the headrest. Xyn handed me the thick black tome with some magical ancient tree with silver bark and golden leaves embedded on its cover. Blue veins ran all over the tree and in its centre a whole chunk of what seemed like an apple shape was missing. As if the fruit had been plucked out.

and refused to talk to me. My hair was always a mess because no one would help me fix it. They'd say I looked like a beggar. Some even threw tissues at me—used ones, streaked with snot. That day, Spencer bolted out of the school gates. He came back minutes later with a cheap hair tie he'd bought from a street vendor for 50 cents. Awkwardly, he pulled my hair into a ponytail. It was the first kind thing he'd ever done for me.

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."

"I think she ripped some of the pages in one of them because we got into a fight a few years ago. I had to tape them back together." I smiled, closing the journal I was holding and handing it back to him. He carefully put it back into its place before turning back to me. "Here's the drawing of the lightning struck tree. It's a bit messy." I took the journal from him, my eyes tracing over the black pen drawing. The large trunk of the tree was sketched, branches reaching toward the sky, leaves adorning each limb. The greater part of the trunk, though, was slashed with black charring, seeming to have been colored over multiple times so that it was a rich obsidian black. Underneath the bottom of

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.

My father had given Leah a wolf fang necklace—the same one my mother had gifted him years ago. "Happy birthday, Leah!" Rhys had given her a bottle of moonlight wine he brewed himself. "May the Moon Goddess bless you and keep you safe and happy forever!" Anderson had gifted her a showpiece brooch from an auction. "Leah, you will always be my Luna." Leah accepted the gifts and smiled radiantly with joy. The harmony of that scene burned my eyes. I couldn't bear to look anymore. I closed the app and left the chat. As soon as the notification popped up on their end, Anderson immediately called to berate me. "Irene, stop this nonsense! You can't stand seeing Leah happy, can you?