The Tree Novels & Stories

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

Besides, from my father's expression. "Hm. you've got a nice face there." "...alright, Father. I cannot promise to achieve it, but I will accept the challenge. So what should I do specifically?" "The branch" "A branch?" A certain word came out from nowhere, making me dumbfounded. "Each country has a large tree called King Tree. It has been protected since ancient times by each king as a symbol of the country. It is no exaggeration to say that the country will be destroyed only when that tree dies. "

he said as he motioned to a massive, ancient tree with branches that seemed to stretch up to the sky. “My father planted this tree. Mhn, it is the symbol of strength and unity, thus it was planted in the middle of the pack house. I'm not sure if it's something relevant to you but it's a significant presence in our pack.” I gazed in awe at the majestic tree, feeling a sense of wonder. “It's beautiful, Nate,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can tell its significance, even if I don't fully understand why. Is there some kind of magic within it?”

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.

The trunks of the trees were sturdy and strong, but the branches were slender and delicate, forming a canopy above that filtered the sunlight and cast dappled shadows on the ground. As Ivy gazed up at the tree in wonder, she saw that the branches formed a perfect heart shape, as if the tree itself was a symbol of love. The air around the tree seemed to vibrate with a gentle, peaceful energy, and Ivy felt her heart respond to it, as if it was being drawn to the tree by an unseen force.

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.

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

The air was thick with pressure, the storm's anger appearing to decrease marginally as they ventured into the clearing. “This tree...” Lena began, her voice trailing off as she reached out to touch the trunk. The symbols pulsed beneath her fingers, a soft, rhythmic glow that seemed to respond to her touch. “It’s... alive.” Ethan looked around, the clearing suddenly feeling much smaller than it had moments ago. The storm still raged outside, but here, in this place, there was a strange sense of calm, as if the tree was shielding them from the worst of it.

"All right. Go find your tree. You've got forty minutes, so take your time. Be sure and check your textbook if you are unsure which tree you'd like. Or you can walk around, touch a tree, and see if it speaks to you. Many of these trees were planted while the Academy was being built by the founders. So we have everything from Oak and Ash to Apple or Rowan trees." I like the idea of picking a tree that calls to me so instead of opening my textbook, I stroll through the area, randomly placing my hand on the barks of trees. Some send small tingles through my palm, even with my gloves on, but none feel right. Kiarr and Ben hover nearby, but not so close that it feels like they are breathing down

The intensity of his gesture, of his words, made her question if she was ready to let herself be that vulnerable with him. She shifted her gaze to the giant tree he pointed out, her mind still processing his words. The tree seemed to stand tall and majestic, its branches reaching out as if to embrace the sky. It looked like the perfect place for a treehouse, and Isla could almost picture it in her mind—the two of them laughing, talking, and sharing quiet moments away from the world.