Light Novel Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: First Light, First Command Dawn creeps through the oak’s hidden seams in thin silver threads. I wake with the book still open across my chest, pages pressed to my skin like cold fingers. My dreams were full of smoke and silver eyes watching from the dark—no faces, just the sense of being measured. Judged. Found… acceptable. The vibrations have stopped. No boots. No war-horns. Just the low, steady pulse of the tree itself—roots drinking deep, leaves whispering secrets to the wind I can’t hear. For the first time since the contract, the silence feels almost peaceful. Almost.

- I added in a reassuring tone. - I enjoy it immensely, but you just missed death, Christina.- Oliver said, glancing at the werewolf bouncing under the tree, scratching its bark with huge claws.- I don't even want to imagine what I'd find here if I'd come just a few seconds later.- he sighed heavily.

It took a while before everyone's eyes got used to the dark. Maddie sat on the floor with her head bowed and she didn't move. Omem provided the light for the lanterns brought along, and to everyone's dismay, the beautiful oak had no leaves anymore. Not much was left of the oak except old wood, all its life energy had gone to Maddie. She touched the tree.

Soaked. We are all soaked as we follow Zayn deeper into the forest; he’s leading us to where he saw the orb in his vision. The rain is pouring heavily and there are now flashes of lightning in the sky. The winds are cold and unforgiving and the ground is all mushy and wet. We have now passed the oak tree that I used to hide under. No one seems to be talking, we all just walk in silence until Zayn suddenly stops. “Here!” He says.

I said in objection. “Your hands are ice cold,” he stated, creating friction. With pursed lips, I let him do what he wanted to do and gazed into the pouring rain. There were three oak trees in front of the house, thick moss-covered the tree trunk, and the branches were scarce of leaves. Dark clouds covered the horizon, and flickers of distant lightning sliced through the skyline. One, two, three lightning caressed the sky, and then a powerful gust of wind swept by the same time Paul lifted my hands to his mouth, blowing warm breath on it.

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

Ryan wanted to ask if she could devour the hearts twice, but he had no voice. When Megan finished, KuLaa stood up from her sitting position and picked up another burning sage. She waved it around their heads, seven times each, while muttering a strange language in an inaudible voice. When she was done, she used some white substance to make markings on their body and also spread the same substance around the outer part of the circle. After doing this, she stepped out of the circle and started saying incantations aloud. It was a long and senseless action to the two people in the circle but to their shock, like three minutes after the incantations started, the marking around the circle lit up i

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.