Under The Oak Tree 272 Novels & Stories

The rumble of a waterfall rolled upward, deep and steady. But Zane didn’t take me to the river or the cliff. He turned right and guided me to a lone oak. Its shade stretched like a shelter. He set me on my feet, his hands steady on my shoulders until I stood firm. Only then did he let go, though he caught my hand again almost at once. "Thanks. I’m fine," I said, trying to sound casual, but he only gave a slight nod and pulled me closer to the trunk. My breath caught. Resting under the tree was a stone, polished black, rectangular with a rounded top. The words carved into it froze me.

I opened my eyes. Mara was there. Not a vision this time. Solid. Standing under the tree with her hand on its trunk, her all-white hair moving though there was no wind, her white eyes kind. “You came,” she said. Behind me, outside the circle, I heard shouting. Howls, very close now. Jax shouting, “Stay back! She’s under Oak protection! Old law!” And Harlan’s voice, furious: “She’s my pack member! That tree is dead! Old law is dead!”

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

asked Hayden, no longer feigning disinterest. "Of course, it could, but it won’t. Knowledge is a powerful and therefore dangerous thing. The tree will not help to further corrupt the already corrupted. It will not let its knowledge be used to crush kingdoms, outwit foes or garner fame. The Omniscient Oak is fed by the waters of the River of Jaded Wanderers. The river is similar to the Faded Dreams' River but unlike the Forest of Faded Dreams it does not accept all requests. Drinking the Jaded Wanderers' Water does nothing. The tree acts like a judge of sorts, answering few questions but giving much clearer and more detailed answers than the Faded Dreams' Water.

He focused on driving toward Orilon. He was already familiar with the routes in Southlake City. He didn't need navigation to go to Orilon. After arriving at Orilon, everyone retrieved flashlights from the car. Tom led the way to the hundred-year-old tree. However, they found that there was a hole dug under the tree roots. Tom's heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling that something was amiss.

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 have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

The basket was getting heavy, filled with the apples we'd selected carefully, when Miles suddenly grabbed my hand. "Come here. I want to show you something." He led me off the main path, down a narrower trail between two rows of trees, and then we emerged into a small clearing I hadn't noticed before. In the center was a massive oak tree, probably a hundred years old, its branches spreading wide enough to create a canopy overhead. There was a simple bench built under it with its floor stem.

He draped it over his shoulder. Kade always did things with purpose, so it was nice just to meander, no destination or agenda in mind, talking to Eliza as they wallowed in the lazy afternoon. It pleased him Skylar hadn’t cultivated the stereotypical suburban lawn, but allowed the landscape remain natural. Rugged. A backdrop of long, gold and brown grasses, stubby groundcover the color of cinnamon, sagebrush, and the occasional yellow daisy popped up, all blended seamlessly past the barbed wire fence and across the pasture. An oak tree with gnarled branches grew in the middle of the backyard. Usually only scrub oak survived and they never reached that size. He stopped under the canopy of shad

“Okay! Okay, if it’s like that I’ll sign the check.” Susan couldn’t hear anymore. She just turned it off. Chills ran down her spin. Clearly affected for what she’d just heard, got up from the floor, taking the voice recorder with her at the same time she hid the little pieces of paper where she’d written the possible combinations under the carpet of the room. And took off.