Novel Oasis Novels & Stories

Lindsay pouted her lips in displeasure and crossed her arms over her chest. And like a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughterhouse, we walked into the cold portal, wondering what fate had in store for us. The portal began closing in on us till Lindsay was eventually far from conspicuous. It felt like a trip on a flight, only that the mode of transportation was by air through a magical hurricane. It kept swirling us around for some seconds before releasing us in a desert-like place which was a sharp contrast from where the hurricane picked us from. We were only surrounded by large mountains, blazing hot scorching sun, whitish beach-like sand, hills and valleys, and a large body of the pu

Whatever Rowan’s secret place was, it had an impressive effect on Alex’s mind. Rowan took a few steps into the area. “Our ancestors called it the Oasis,” she said to Alex as he followed. “A secret place. I used to come here all the time as a young child; sometimes just to get away, other times when the summer days were hot.” She knelt down and put her hand in the stream, allowing the water to rush around it. “I love the water.”

We slip back into silence again, which I’m okay with. Marcus is like an oasis in the desert when you’ve been travelling alone for miles. You see the lush greenery and delicious water in the distance and hope blooms in your chest, so you start racing towards it. But no matter how far you run the oasis continues to seem out of reach, and that’s when you realise the oasis was just a mirage.

After they had finished examining the sand grains, Audrey began walking around the perimeter of the oasis with a tight-knit between her brows. The cold air was emanating from the oasis before her. Standing beside it, Audrey could not feel the slightest hint of heat despite being in the midst of a sweltering desert. At the same time, the lake was also extraordinarily clear. It looked so innocent that it did not seem to have anything to do with the flames that had killed the three warlocks earlier. Following their friend's lead, Allan and the others also approached the oasis Despite scanning the perimeter of the oasis, Audrey and the rest of the group was still unable to find anything peculiar

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and the door opened not to the South, but to a place called Omission. It was a village, but it looked like a charcoal drawing that had been left out in the rain. The houses were grey smudges. The trees were stick-figures. And the people... they were the most heartbreaking part. They were "Rough Sketches." They had eyes but no pupils, mouths but no voices. "This was Oakhaven," Elara whispered, her hand trembling as she touched the blurred surface of a fence. "This was the gateway to the Glass Sea. It was beautiful. Now it’s... it’s being retracted."

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.

That could only happen if I stuck with Peter. So I told myself the same lie I’d been telling for weeks: Just a little longer. Ostara leaned back, closing her eyes against the sun. “I really needed this,” she said. “The quiet, the space to think.” “You deserve it,” I said before I could stop myself. She smiled. *** By afternoon, the ship drifted through still water, the sunlight broken into glittering shards across the surface. Most passengers napped or lounged by the pool. Ostara went to her suite to take calls about Harvest Bloom.

Nova asked "No," Damian said. "You're not going?" Nova asked. Damian smiled softly. "No, no one will follow you." Nova left before she could overthink it. Sweetgum & Spine hadn't changed. The scent hit her first: old paper, sandalwood, and the faint trace of cinnamon simmering from the back room. The floorboards creaked under her feet exactly where they always had, and the bell over the door still gave that stubborn, delayed jingle like it was tired of announcing arrivals. But something was different. Nova strolled past the register, fingertips trailing along the edge of the polished counter. Her eyes scanned the shelves out of habit, checking for rearranged sections and any hint of chaos. T

I knew what it was but I didn’t expect something like this to be in the property. An oasis. “It’s beautiful—“ The view, the air, and everything about the hidden place were perfect. I gasped when I saw something I hadn’t seen before. I walked forward and I had to cover my mouth with both hands. Andres set up a cozy, shaded lounge with a low table and soft cushions. The surrounding palm trees and lush greenery. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze carrying the sound of water from the oasis made the place the perfect romantic getaway spot.

On her left side, were black roses, climbing and going down through vallleys, wafting a comfortable relaxing scent on her nose. On her right side, were pure long grasslands, also them grown to far ends. She had rushing sounds of water behind her, and she turned to take a look. She gasped when she spotted an ocean, it’s waves rising and falling as if welcoming her. Slowly, she turned and satrted walking towards it, she was tired and hot, she only wished to dive into it, swin as far as she could and go deep into the forest in front of her in search of a cave.