Under The Oak Tree 2 Novels & Stories

The night was dark and cold as the crickets in the night only made the sound out of the silence of the vast dark woods. Kael was holding the rope of the horse following them while Luna was carrying a small torch. She led him towards the big tree up ahead. Kael saw a thick rope hanging on the branch of the tree. He looked up and noticed that the tree was alive not like the rest of the trees in the dark woods and the branches above rose a little higher than the dead trees. The big tree has a dark and oaky wood. The leaves were big and rose above the branches.

"Meet me tonight at midnight. The old oak tree beside the river. The words made me shudder down my back. The old oak tree stood in a quiet area covered in murmurs and mysteries. Under the cover of darkness, lovers met here, their trysts kept from view. One thousand questions whirled around my head. What had Kavan planned for me? Was this a secret meeting, an opportunity to investigate the forbidden attraction buzzing between us? Alternatively, was it more of a sinister, a trap set by a wolf trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?

POV: Iris The forest paths of Oakwood were quiet that evening, the sun dipping low behind the dense treeline and casting long, wavering shadows across the earth. I moved carefully, my senses alert to every sound—the snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a lone wolf. Oakwood was familiar now, yet it carried secrets beneath its comforting canopy, and tonight, instinct prickled along my spine.

I go until I’m far above the ground, far enough that looking straight down leaves me feeling dizzy. Don’t look down, don’t look down. I tell myself and look straight ahead. I’ve wrapped my arms around the tree trunk and I’m gripping tight. It’s some kind of oak tree, with large wide branches and a sturdy trunk. It’s thick with leaves in midsummer and they rustle gently in the light wind. Below is the hard baked ground and a little way away, the pool that comes down from the waterfall before the river rushes away through the forest.

BRAM The breeze of the night enveloped the shirtless Bram who was spacing out while looking at the sky. He can hear the cricket and the frog sounds, accompanied by the sounds of the flowing water of the fountain in his backyard. This sound and atmosphere helps Bram to relax and just think about his last blissful moment with his mom. He reminisces about the time when his mother was still alive, the two of them will always talk to each other about random things while looking at the countless stars. Now, he can't do anything but just stare at them and look back on moments that will never happen again. He can't let their good times die.

Right? Perhaps I was just being paranoid. The ground grew steeper as we descended further down into the earth. The voices hadn’t returned, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Perhaps they had found something, or had left through another exit? I held my breath as we reached another corner. Poking my head around it, I spotted a huge archway with a beautifully crafted door. Etchings of a great Hunt covered most of it, along with old Celtic writing. Most of it was so old that I couldn’t make it out at all, but I recognised just enough to know that it was an old rhyme or song about the underworld.

Everything felt normal here. The park looked just as it had the last time, peaceful, serene, too perfect to carry the weight of the thoughts that pulled at me. When I spotted Max sitting on a far bench beneath the large oak tree where we had sat the first time, I felt my heart skip, a quick flutter that had nothing to do with nerves. He hadn’t seen me yet, because his back was facing me. So I slowed my steps as I approached. But that was when I caught it. The conversation I think I wasn't supposed to hear.

, according to Cassandra Clare's books (someone we share an immense passion for) parabatai are two people bound to each other by an oath to fight together for the rest of their lives, a type of bond created by proximity, something that can resemble brotherhood, a meeting of souls, there is only one in life and he was certainly mine. I got ready quickly to face another exhausting day towards work, I had coffee with Pedro while he told me how he had met Sebastian, who was here earlier; after that I ran to the bus stop and by a miracle I found an empty seat where I could rest my seventy-five-year-old spine trapped in the body of a twenty-four-year-old girl. I could be complaining and grumpy as

Katherine remained quiet all through the ride and in the end, Jason's plan worked. He bought a foundation tube which he used to cover up Kat's hickeys before driving her home. To her surprise, they met a black G-wagon packed in front of their duplex bungalow. "Who owns this car? I know for sure this isn't Gavin's." She asked Jason who was just coming out from the car pack. "I didn't know I was supposed to keep track of every car that is in this pack but don't worry, I will make sure that once you're fired, I will resign from my work and become a traffic Wardner and keep records of all cars…"