Under Oak Tree Novels & Stories

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.”

Elara felt a prickle of awe, a sense of being in the presence of something truly extraordinary. They emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. In the center, a gnarled oak tree stood sentinel, its branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath its ancient boughs, the ground was carpeted with soft, dewy moss. Kael nudged her gently towards it, a clear invitation to rest.

How am I going to get out of here? Suddenly rain starts to fall. The flaming garden around me is filled with life by the water falling from the sky. I look to my left and notice a large oak tree with the biggest leaves I have ever seen. It looks exactly like the oak tree on our property. I feel a strange pull towards it almost like this tree knows who I am. Before I have a chance to get to the tree, I am awoken with a startle, my heart pounding. I am drenched in sweat.

He astral projected to the tree and saw that it had just missed the car. “That was close.” The driver said as he got out. “Come on and help me move it.” He told the others in the vehicle. It was a huge oak that looked like it has stayed up long past its years. The tree was partly hollowed in the middle as several animals scurried from inside it. If they had not made their home in its base it may have stood for another 100 years or more.

She reached out her hand to shake him back lightly as she knew that was coming but she wasn't entirely safe to that extent. She looked around the ground as she found the spot under the oak tree. The plot near the tulips was a good spot but she wasn't entirely sure that it would be suitable for what they had planned. “i think that we should do the planting by the oak tree over there. Oak trees are ever lasting in nature and they can grow many civilizations. They can help us to encourage long life.” She said to him and he hummed at her in response as they made their way over to the tree.

“It’s time to come.” They obeyed without hesitation. They didn’t know it yet, but they were already dead. I led them across the estate grounds toward the garden, the scent of moss and damp bark mingling in the cold air. The tree stood before us, a massive old oak tree, lush, thick with green leaves, its heavy branches stretching toward the sky like grasping fingers. “You need to help me with the tree,” I said. Conrad frowned. “What tree?” “This one,” I replied smoothly, stepping around its wide base. “Velan wants it moved to please his father-in-law.”

I got out of bed and texted Aaron to tell him to meet me on the patio. The lightning and dark clouds frightened me. Why hasn't my fear of rain overcome me, even after I've already defeated that monster? Standing on my patio under the dark sky made me so afraid that I decided to go back inside. I'll meet him somewhere else this morning. I don't think it's a good idea to wait for him on the terrace. I turned around to go back to my room. That's when my gaze fell on the oak tree. Thunder and lightning struck the oak tree, revealing a blood-stained face shining beneath it.

I sat down on my seat, waiting even if I knew I'd had to wait way longer than just some minutes. All of a sudden all I saw was black, I didn't know everything could be over in just seconds, I wouldn't have thought that everything could be over this quick, but one thing I knew was, I couldn't give up, I have to be there for Kehna. I tried recovering strength by breathing in and breathing out but it didn't help. I continued repeating the same sentence "I can't give up" breath in breath out "I can't give up" breath in breath out, I just wanted to rest and close my eyes for some seconds.

“It’s not possible,” Mac said quietly, standing at the edge of Hope’s garden, looking at the small oak sapling with its cluster of pale, impossible blossoms. “Oaks don’t flower in October. They barely flower at all in the traditional sense. Something else must be growing through it.”

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.