Under The Oak Tree 42 Novels & Stories

now, thankfully Oasis is really great at hiding her existence. I think I will like her. I would have liked her better if she had answered all of my queries. My sister is the best sister you could find in the whole world. Even though she doesn’t share her problems which I wanted her to, she would listen to ours, and wiggle out a suitable solution. Why wouldn’t she share her problems? I sighed again. Well the best thing that had outcome through this mess is that we are living in the same house right now. That i need to thank him. I looked outside the corridor window, a group of children were playing , running around. Some were dragging logs of wood and back. My eyes widened when I saw them ca

He released another rumble but didn't respond as the smell of death became faint in the air. "We're getting close." He told the rest of the pack. I flattened myself on his back as he raised his head slightly to mask any visible sign of my presence. Surprisingly the crunching sounds that the pack had been producing dropped to a minimum as we grew closer to the rotting corpse smell. In my mind, I could hear Paul questioning Karolina about what was happening. Karolina explained as quickly as possible, but it seemed that every answer given produced two more questions. Thankfully, Dimitri intervened with a firm word of silence to Paul. I could see the trees break up ahead where the moonlight lit

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?

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Chapter 113: The orange tree. Ike entered his two-acre enclosed garden and scanned for the queen. Shay's typically regal form sat hunched on the bench under his orange tree. The glass ceiling of the yard was being pelted with rain as she wept softly. Ike paused as he considered what to say to the only mother figure he'd had in his life.

The accumulation of fifteen years of being together had made the arrangement more fully itself, not less. They stood under the oak. The June light came through the full canopy in the specific quality of the filtered summer light — green and warm and particular. The oak's trunk was wide — wider than Ernest could reach around, wider than two people could reach around together. The bark was rough, the texture of the old oak, the specific pattern of ridges and crevices that had formed over decades. The roots spread out from the base, some of them visible above the ground, the evidence of the tree's underground life.

Jake As I stood in the center of the clearing, the cool, crisp scent of the surrounding pine trees enveloped me, their fragrance mixing with the earthy undertones of damp soil. The towering pines formed a natural shade, their thick trunks stretching skyward like ancient sentinels. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows that danced on the forest floor.

Oscar leaned on the oak tree that stood on the ground full of shrubs and wild mushrooms talking with Blaire as they both smiled at each other. "This is it," Oscar said. "This is where we first met, the day you were supposed to meet up with Dax." The memories of this very place haunted Blaire. She tried to push it off the more it became more evident to her that she had made a lot of silly mistakes in the past. "Yes, I do remember vividly," Blaire said. "It was a beautiful night, just like this one." She lied trying to hide her turbulence. Blaire and Osacar both sat down under the oak tree listening to the rushing sounds of the waterfall. The sun was setting hard, and the sky was getting darke

He lunged for my hand. The Oak moved first. One of its dead branches, thick as a man’s leg, creaked and dropped fast between us, slamming into the ground right at his knees, kicking up dead leaves in a violent spray. Kaden scrambled back, terrified. No, a voice said. Not Mara’s. Deeper. Older. The tree itself, vibrating up through my feet, through my hair, through the mark on my neck. No second mark in my circle. Mara nodded, like this was expected.

The Phoenix Oak Tree was a huge oak tree at the end of our village but it was covered in briars and ferns and bushes. No one would think someone lived there or it was even habitable. But inside was a portal basically the Phoenix had her own world in that tree but she could close it or open with one of her feathers . I hummed a calling we used for her it was a simple tune but Celtic but the words were always a warning sometimes you venture away from your path but there’s always a match made for you