Inder The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

The trunk snaps in the middle with a loud boom, the top half crashing into the dirt. Then, the air changes. A strange pulse vibrates through the mud. It feels like a heavy heartbeat throwing a wave through the entire forest floor. The water in the creek stops flowing downward. It begins to lift, tiny silver droplets floating up into the air toward the canopy. The ground beneath my paws rumbles. The roots of the giant trees groan, bending and twisting as if they are made of soft wax instead of old wood. The oak tree holding Betty begins to lean, its top branches dipping low toward the ground. She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently.

"Our journey, my love, has been nothing short of extraordinary. The garden, this tree, and the principles we hold dear have transformed not only our lives but the lives of countless others." Roberick nodded, his gaze fixed on the ancient oak. "We have witnessed the enduring power of love, wisdom, and justice. Our legacy is not confined to our kingdom; it is a legacy of inspiration and hope for the world." As they stood beneath the ancient oak, bathed in the moon's gentle glow, they shared a moment of silent communion with the tree. It was a moment of gratitude for the life they had built together and for the principles that had guided them.

“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

*Logan* I stood beneath the sprawling branches of the ancient oak tree, the air heavy with the scent of pine and earth. Evening light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows at my feet. I was supposed to concentrate on my connection with Gunnar and regaining my memories, but my attention wandered relentlessly.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

Trecking up to an old oak tree on the old outer walls. Everyone knew this was the tree that Thomas Black had harvested an oak tree seed and planted it in the village. But I had no idea that it was even more woven into the Black family history than that. “You see,” Steph had told me, excitement evident in her voice, “It wasn’t until Granny had said about the Oak tree that I began to think. She mentioned that the tree in the ruins was planted by Melinda Black, sown from a seed of an oak in her hometown.” She gentured to the massive oak that towered about us. Its lush green canopy stretching out at all angles.

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

There weren't much oak trees in the forest and finding where they were gathered was not going to be a gigantuan task. I continued to wander through the forest, my heart heavy with anxiousness and fear, hopeful that no one was following me. And then not too long after, hope flickered within me as I spotted the gathering of oaks trees. In the distance, I glimpsed the majestic oaks. Their branches reached heavenward. Anticipation surged through me. Closer I came, a smile upon my lips. And then, I was face to face with a familiar figure backing me. Prince Arie stood amidst the trees. Recognition sparked, and I gasped.

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.