Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Novel

Just a mother, a father, and two children walking down a dusty road under a real sky. By mid-afternoon, the landscape began to change. The dense pine forest thinned out, giving way to rolling hills dotted with wild apple orchards and stone fences that had long since fallen into disrepair. In the valley below, nestled beside a wide, rushing river, sat Oakhaven. From a distance, the town looked peaceful. Smoke curled lazily from the chimneys of timber-framed houses, and the sound of a blacksmith's hammer ringing against an anvil carried faintly on the wind. But as we drew closer, the signs of tension became impossible to ignore.

"Whatever you want, Aria. You’re the one with the green thumb. I’m just the guy who carries the dirt." As the stars began to flicker over the Oakhaven coast, the lights of the shop stayed on, a golden beacon in the twilight. The book of their war was closed, the pages filled with scars and silk. But the book of their life was just beginning—a story with no contracts, no debts, and an infinite bloom. THE END.

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?

ELEANOR When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a big oak tree. Grass pricked my ears, letting me know I'd been lying on the ground under this oak tree for goddess knows how long. Streaks of sunlight pressed against my face warmly, compelling me too move to take in my surroundings. My brows furrow instantly when I realize I wasn't in the Red Silverwood Pack territory.

I stayed in the study until the clock in the hall struck two. The ledgers sat open under the desk lamp. Numbers and dates and Elena’s name repeated until my eyes burned. Vincent had left without another word. The house settled around me, quiet except for the rain and the occasional creak of floorboards upstairs.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

Chapter 3: Just A Breeder Fiona’s POV My stood beneath the ancient oak, its gnarled branches a silent witness to my reluctant union. A finery of lace and silk clung to me like a second skin, ill-fitting for my spirit, though it perfectly sculpted my form. The congregation held its breath as I took a step forward, the rustle of my gown whispering secrets of a heart yielded. My fingers trembled, barely touching the rough bark for support.

The oak at the center was massive, its branches sheltering benches where elders told stories of the Lycan queen and her Alpha who had saved the world. ‎ ‎I sat beneath that oak on a soft summer evening, wrapped in a shawl woven from silver thread—gifts from packs across the world. My hair was white as moonlight, my hands thin and veined, my body slow but my mind sharp. The light inside me was quiet now, a gentle glow rather than a blaze, but it was there, warm and constant. ‎

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

What is happening to me? My nose burned at the beating flesh concealed by the looming trees. The wind whispered me their approach. Hairs on my back stood stiff as stick and my body convulsed uncontrollably. I pushed away my urges, but they strongly pushed back. A tall, dark shadow appeared before me. It smelled like aging onions fermented in blood. I held my nose from the intense stench. Its stare flared with ice. I felt my eyes twitch as I awaited its approach. “You must embrace your true nature,” a husky voice surfaced from the darkness.