The Tree Novels & Stories

Alex raised his eyebrows slightly. "Of course, you can, I will order Kiel to deliver superior tree seeds here. Baby, are you sleepy?” Alex asked, gently stroking his wife's back. Aria nodded and hugged his waist tighter. "Hhhh... It's cool here and the wind makes me sleepy. If only there was a tree house. Hehe..." She said while looking around, her head resting on him and she could hear his steady heartbeat. She felt comfortable and safe. "Tree House?" “Yeah, tree house. "A house on a tree," Aria explained, "The tree must be sturdy enough..."

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.

Isn't it easy to have these? Jorden shook his head and said, 'A tree attracts wind.'.

It's the midnight breeze making the tree branch to hit the window. Tbc.

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.

Rorik and Lyra approached the group, and the old turtle turned to them, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "Greetings, young travelers," he said in a gravelly voice. "What brings you to our gathering?" "We were curious," Rorik said. "What is happening here?" "We are on a quest," the turtle said, "to find the legendary Tree of Life." "The Tree of Life?" Lyra asked, intrigued. "What is that?" "It is said that the Tree of Life is a magical tree that holds the power to heal any ailment and grant immortality to those who eat its fruit," the turtle explained. "But it is also said to be well-hidden, protected by powerful magic and guarded

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.