Light Novel Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

"You don't have much Darkness. I wouldn't have guessed you needed help with it." "I kind of already have help with it, but my help isn't necessarily the healthiest option," Lissa said looking over at Rose again. Rose had spread herself across my back and wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel that she was close to being asleep but was trying desperately to stay awake. "What do you do to help?" Oksana asked. "Rose takes a little of it, though I'm pretty sure that she takes more than she's letting on," Lissa answered looking over, again, at the sleeping Rose.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”

Those witches snickered as they walked closer, their lips parted and joined and they appeared at Weston Hills High. “Come on.” Dania said. A werewolf was seen holding the firestone while the oak tree opened up leading into the emptiness called the unbinding. The school was so quiet. It was sixteen years back, but they weren't many differences. The oak tree was smaller than it was in the present day, but it was more alive. These women surrounded the oak tree while Edmond and his comrades collided with it before being consumed by the nothingness. A dagger appeared and each witch cut their palms, their blood dripped on the floor, quickly creeping up to the oak tree. The tree glowed when their b

"Did we... did we win?" Ash sat up and looked over the railing. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight. The hybrid wolves were standing up, looking at their hands and their fur with wonder. The World-Tree was no longer obsidian or gold; it was a massive, ancient oak with silver leaves that shimmered in the breeze.

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End