Light Novel Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

“ARE YOU sure you want to do this alone?” Amadeo’s voice echoed from behind. I sighed quietly and grimaced. This is going to be a long conversation. This got to be one of the most quiet I have ever seen Oakcross. You can hear even the slightest sound crickets make. The wind whispers so silently as if it does not want to wake anyone. There is no single star in the skies, and the moon shines brightest above all. Which I found hilarious and odd at the same time. What is about to happen tonight is far from being peaceful.

She was sure that if Daniel touched that tree, it would glow. But the seating of the great families encircled the tree. Without permission, if anyone not voted into their mist steps cross the line, they will feel great pain capable of killing them. One had to be from the great families of mated to the great families to be able to approach the tree without harm. April just needs them to agree to a vote. “Does anyone have any objections?” The Grey family asked and Carmen and Skyland agreed with him. The vote was made and Daniel matched into the encirclement towards the tree and touched it. Sure enough, the tree lightly shook.

With a gesture from Dad, I slipped behind the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, my heart pounding in sync with the unseen pulse of the night. As Dad moved stealthily through the underbrush, the air grew taut with anticipation. He emerged into a moonlit clearing, and there, amidst the haunting beauty of the woods, he confronted the unexpected source of disturbance—his best friend, Damian, the Beta of the pack. As soon as he saw that it was Damian, he breathed out a breath of fresh air. "Damian, it's you... What brought you here?" Dad inquired, the frosty breath of his words visible in the cold air. "Tonight is the Alpha's hunting day. You, of all people, know the rules. What's the meaning of

My life is pathetic. The teacher started teaching and I tried my best to listen but I just couldn’t my head was pounding. Two more lessons later and it was lunch break. I went back to that oak tree. It seemed no one claimed it so I sat under to clear my head. It was a beautiful old tree that I’m pretty sure has seen many generations pass by. It was also a lonely tree that not many people acknowledged. “Hey, beautiful.” It was Hector. I didn’t see him coming but I could smell his scent before he got close enough.

I had asked Lily to get me a blanket, a picnic basket filled with all sorts of delicious treats, and a lovely sunhat. That way, I could lie under one of the large oak trees and start reading the thick red book. The basket was insanely tempting, filled with strawberries, apples, and clementines. She had even tucked something in that resembled a croissant. In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice.

Nova smiled. “The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary.” After the unveiling, the crowd lit candles, one by one, and circled the oak tree like they had for generations. The tree glowed, the roots bathed in gold, the wind wrapping itself around old names and new stories. Grace whispered into the air: “Still us. Always.” Late into the night, Nova sat at the base of the oak tree alone, journal in her lap. She wrote: Tonight, I saw the fire come home.

We just stood, holding hands and enjoying the cool breeze and of course, the sweet melody of the birds. Then Nicholas’ lips twisted. I knew he was about to break the awkward silence. Goodness. Relief washed over me. “ Do you have any idea what this tree represents in the world of werewolves?” He arched his brows. “ I'm sure you must have heard about it” I nodded confidently.”Moonbark oak tree” My lips shivered. “Good” Nicholas gave me credit. “ Do you know its significance?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes to the trees, scanning it studiously. I have heard a lot about the tree; how mystical it was in the world of the werewolves.