Under The Oak Tree 2 Novels & Stories

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!”

Businesses were closing or trying to figure out how to deal with the loss of customers. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Holly could do about it. She was just a second grade teacher. Snow fell in big flakes on the small car as they made their way up and into the Rocky Mountains. Heat blasted out of the vents, but it was still cold in the old car and Holly was glad she’d worn a sweater. Frost formed on the edges of the windows as they crossed over the continental divide. The trees disappeared at tree-line, giving the two women a clear view of the rocky tops of the mountains and miles of gray clouds.

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.

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

From this distance, I couldn't make out his features clearly, but his size and posture suggested he was around the right age to be my target. "There," I said to Jake, nodding toward the tree. "Kid under the oak. That's got to be Ollie Blackwood." Jake squinted through the window, trying to get a better look at the kid I was pointing at as he glanced at me and asked. "You sure? Hard to tell from here."

I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive. Time seemed to drag on until, at last, I heard the bomb expert's voice. "All clear. "Hank, carefully move your foot." I held my breath and, with the bomb expert's help, I managed to move my stiff body. Then, very slowly, I lifted my foot. Everyone watched, and the landmine stayed silent. However, before we could even sigh in relief, a terrifying shout cut through the air. "Not good!" "Run!!!" I whipped my head around and screamed at Steven and the others nearby.

The path beneath their feet grew uneven, the forest growing thicker and more ancient as they walked, until they arrived at the base of the oldest oak tree in Valenwood. The massive oak towered above them, its gnarled branches stretching out like protective arms, creating a canopy that filtered the moonlight. Caius stopped beneath the tree, his shoulders tense as he exhaled a slow breath. Lira stood beside him, unsure of what to say, the weight of the prophecy hanging between them.

They heard the sound of rushing water in the distance, and followed the sound until they came upon a large underground lake. In the center of the lake, they saw a small island with a towering tree in the middle. The tree was covered in shimmering jewels and precious stones, and at the base of the tree lay a small wooden chest. Without hesitation, Rorik and Lyra made their way to the island, but as they reached for the chest, they heard a deep rumbling sound. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook, and the water in the lake began to churn. They realized too late that the tree was not a mere decoration but a guardian, and they had trespassed on its territory. The tree began to come alive, its

A way of telling Rex to get some senses. “Understood, sir.” he nodded and reached for his phone to call the driver ahead of the vehicle they were in to move to the mahogany tree in front, ignoring the mud. The thick forest had no life; it was filled with trees with buttress roots, and its branches formed a canopy, providing shade for weeds, causing them to grow sparsely where there was little sunlight show. A narrow but bushy path to the left had left a trail, and the weeds around the narrow path fled in different directions.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?