Read Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

Golden, warm sunlight that didn’t scorch, that didn’t burn the skin, a very clear weather that made everything brighter… clearer, and a warm breeze that cooled them even in the warmth, such a contrasting paradox, she knew, but that was exactly what it was. When she saw the large oak tree, she just knew that they’d be lunching under its numerous branches, and she told him her thoughts. “Nothing gets past you, does it?” He shot her an amused grin. “Well, I did tell you I hated surprises, so that’s what you get for trying to swing one over my head anyway.” She shot right back with a smirk of her own. A mat had already been laid under the huge tree, with their lunch spread out, more than one mea

I am not worried about getting lost, I know the place like the back of my hand. When I reach the forest, I take in a deep breath and let it out before continuing to walk. It does not take me very long to reach the giant oak tree. It even has my initials that I carved into it the first time I ran here to get away from everyone and everything. The almost full moon sits in the sky and gives the night an eerie feel. I sit right under the tree with my back laid against the trunk. The ground is dirty but I gladly rest my legs on 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.

Lynd came closer to the bottom of a big tree among other tree, feel at ease to linger or lie down under it then Lynd can feel comfortable and peaceful. Dense branches and shady leaves of trees. In the morning fresh air blows from the leaves of trees that are still sweating in a blanket of dew. If during the day, the heat of the scorching sun, sure enough can not penetrate the shade of the leaves of this tree. The wind that blows does not necessarily pass by, but stopped sneaking among the leaves invite to dance together. Ah! Under the tree too, Lynd has a new hobby, reading letters that her friends have dubbed the writer a name as secret devotee. Lynd opened one of the letters and began to r

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

A bee buzzes somewhere while a breeze ruffles the nearby giant oak tree leaves. With a clutch of fear in my heart, I feel light-headed as if I might be sick. A tree house settled high in the branches of a giant oak tree, and a dirty old green hose snaked across the lawn. A fence collapsing "You will have to put some effort into your grandma's devotion" Officer Stephanie encouraged looking around like she was searching for something.

But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the trees, leaving River and Thane to navigate the fragile bond forming between them. River guided the wheelchair beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient almond tree, its gnarled branches stretching towards the sky like nature's own cathedral. The warm sunlight filtering through the leaves cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the sweet scent of blooming almonds wafted through the air. She settled onto one of the tree's massive roots, the rough bark pressing against her skin as she faced Thane. From her bag, River retrieved a worn leather-bound book, its pages yellowed with age. As she opened it, the musty smell of old paper mingled with the alm

Alicia’s POV The oak tree was my sanctuary. The thick branches shaded me from the sun like a canopy, casting dappled patterns of light across the grass and my lap. My bare feet lay tucked on the velvet blanket I had laid out, while a young maid knelt dutifully beside me, massaging peppermint oil into my feet. Asides from dealing with my enemies I enjoy reading books, especially politics though. I didn’t acknowledge the maid, My mind was too deep in Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince.