Tree Stories

Kion is trying his best to be a great king and mate to Rani but all he feels like is that Rani only wants him because of the roar not of them raising a family and be a couple and the only one who understands him is Fuli as she was wondering the same thing as Azzad and her relationship struggles to grow more and more she wonders if her relationship belongs with someone else or someone she knew as a brother to her long ago. Hope everyone likes this story Under edit

Eleanor Stevens had a good life. Loving parents, good friends, good grades. Her future looked bright... Until they saw the tree. Having lived in the town of FROM for almost 2 years now, she had adapted to life there. Everyone stuck to the rules, stayed inside at nighttime and worked together like a community. But what will happen when the Matthew's family arrive and everything starts to fall apart...? 🚨DISCLAIMER🚨 I do not own any of the characters in this fic, the only character that I own is Eleanor Stevens. I do not own the plot either. The story and concept belongs to MGM+.

In this world, there are many tools one may use to direct magic. One of the most well-known of these is the wand. Of course, it is a common saying that "The wand chooses the wizard," with all wands having a degree of awareness with which they select the individual they will spend their time with. Wand awareness manifests in subtle yet profound ways; it can feel the innate qualities and intentions of a prospective owner and resonates with the person's inner traits. When a wand 'chooses,' it often responds with a flicker of magic or a subtle vibration, signaling a harmonious match. This awareness may develop over time as the wand absorbs ambient magical energies or through interactions with magical beings. Some have posited that certain rare wands have exceptionally keen awareness, capable of communicating rudimentary thoughts or emotions to skilled wizards. Others suggest that exceptions exist where a wand may uncharacteristically choose against such resonance, perhaps swayed by external magical forces or peculiar circumstances. There have been many theories regarding this habit of wands, and we here hope to explain them somewhat by explaining some of the wandlore theory necessary to theorize the character of a wand's master or the possible wand of someone based on their character. This book covers the various and truly American wand woods, wand cores, and some of the most famous wandmakers from across the United States. Also includes wand woods from South America. I also use this book to customize the wands for Secrets of the Gordian Knot and some of my other stories.

The world didn't end with a bang-it faded, Tree by Tree & River by River. By 2040, nature is gone, replaced by Artificial & Synthetic Food and controlled environments. People survive, but they don't truly live. On her birthday, Saanvika witnesses a world she never knew existed- Lush Forests, Fresh Food, Real Life. And for the first time, she feels something stronger than sadness- Responsibility. Because the future of Earth may lie in something as small... and fragile... as a Seed.

"Sitting alone on a bench, near him a tree, His wrinkled hands held a letter as he quietly read, The moon beneath him sees, In his somber motion, his eyes bleed." Simple short free verse poem inspired by my great-grandfather and my great-grandfather's friend back in the 2000s before his friend passed. They used to be close companions before they parted in their own ways and paths. I never got to meet both of them honestly, I wasn't even born yet at the time so this is based on what I know thanks to my aunt Katia.

The house was too cheap for it's size that should have been the first warning Inspired by a true incident in Malaysia It was shared in the YouTube channel "beauty and the beast". This story is a frictional retelling For the real version of this incident check out the YouTube channel "Beauty and the beast"

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In the hidden world of Elarion, every fairy is born with a single, perfect kind of magic. Everyone... except Ember. She cannot control fire, water, plants, or wind. Her magic has no name, no shape - only unpredictability. While others grow into their destinies, Ember is still searching for something she was never told how to find. But when the great Elarion Tree begins to weaken and magic starts to fade, Ember discovers something strange: the world reacts to her differently. As if she is not broken... but waiting. Drawn toward the heart of the living tree, she begins a journey that could uncover the truth about her power - and the fragile balance of magic itself. Because sometimes, the magic you're missing... is the one that has yet to be discovered.

'''''''' After TPOT finished, absolutely no one won the prize because One had destroyed the power and herself in the process, and Two, the only one with power even the slightest bit of power, refused to give up anymore, to keep it safe. While all were devastated for those who rightfully deserved that power being taken away from them (or just not getting the power), it wasn't purely impossible. ================ TW/CW: -N/A

Before the story begins, there is a world. Before the world, there is a tree whose roots thread through everything. Her name is Ysildras, and from her heart she made MirMarnia. This is one of her stories. Nix is fourteen years old when his magic erupts without warning and tears a wound through time itself. Half Tiorian Lightweaver, half Caelvarae, he is something MirMarnia has never seen before. He stumbles out of a tear in time, wounded and changed, into the company of three friends. But what emerges from that tear in the air is not quite the boy they knew. Something ancient and dangerous has woken in him, something none of them, least of all Nix, are prepared for. What follows will take all four of them further than any map can reach, through sentient rivers and living forests, through ancient cities grown in the canopy of Eldertrees, through temporal mist migrations and labyrinths and the slow, extraordinary discovery of who they actually are to each other. MirMarnia is an epic literary fantasy twenty years in the making. It has its own language, its own cosmology, its own bestiary, and its own calendar, woven through every chapter. ------------------------------------------- (Artworks on my cover and in my content are originals created by me, either in pencil, pastel, watercolour, or in Procreate using oil paint brushes, Eaglehawk brushes, or smudge tools) Following Chapter 8 on 27 April 2026, new chapters will appear every Monday at 6:30pm (UK time).

If you guys are wondering who satoshi and sylvie are they are characters I created also they are rabbits not humans. satoshi has had a crush on Sylvie for a very long time but dosent know how to tell her so, When someone asks sylvie out on a date and she agrees satoshi gets incredibly jealous and starts going on a killing spree.

Those young eyes saw too many horrors | This is a PJO AU where Percy has an older sister.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 #2 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒂𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆 {𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔} 𝑪𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 16𝒕𝒉 2018 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 15𝒕𝒉 2018 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚: 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

Jade has not had an eventful life. She is a total geek and a stranger to dating. One night she is walking home when she bumps into a stranger. He runs into her knocking her down so he insists on buying her a coffee. The only problem is that he always had his hood up. She never saw his face. A miracle happens and Jade sees the stranger again. This time she recognizes him. He is a rock star named Xavier Grass. They secretly fall in love but will a new guy in Jade's life end it?

Dear reader, I do not want you to read this book. It is a tragic and terrifying tale about witches, forest spirits, and death. I did not write this story to entertain you, but as a gift to my daughter. She is in heaven, and the hero of this story. Please read at your own discretion. Sincerely, Kristina Whitmeyer P.S: I love you Willow.

prairie dreams - a field of green, summer breeze sends, ripples across the sea, dreams perched on milkweed, flutter away

When Leiloa returns to her childhood town, it's not willingly. Spending so much time away has given her the chance to leave behind the memories, some good, some bad, but when her ailing mother begs to visit one last time, she can't say no. As the hours pass, each moment brings a new wave of familiarity, and the nostalgia builds. But as it does, the weight of what was left behind looms overhead, just out of sight. Written for ONC 2026 Prompt: #47 Your Dad builds you and your friends a fort in the back yard close to the edge of the woods. But when you and your friends play, something stirs among the trees, and playtime becomes more than mere imagination. Dedicated to all the leiloa; those who are lost.

Ava is content with her life-sure, living and working in a holiday-themed tourist town has its drawbacks, but she's practically living her dream. That is, until Ava suddenly finds herself taking care of another woman and her child. That's when things get a whole lot more complicated.

Takes place after TPOT 21! Enjoy! It's mainly based around Tree (cause I have a hyper fixation on him) and it's MY AU with MY HEADCANNONS so some things might not seem the same as the show alr? Okay then bye!

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