Under The Oak Tree Amazon Novels & Stories

Here, the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and coal dust—a bitter, choking atmosphere that was the only thing keeping the World-Oak at bay. "The roots hate the lack of light, and they hate the carbon," Vane explained, her heavy boots clanking against the rusted metal grating of the catwalk. She led Audrey and a dazed, shivering Lucas through a narrow tunnel lined with brass pipes. "The tree wants to breathe. Down here, it chokes. It’s the only place we have left."

"Did we... did we win?" Ash sat up and looked over the railing. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight. The hybrid wolves were standing up, looking at their hands and their fur with wonder. The World-Tree was no longer obsidian or gold; it was a massive, ancient oak with silver leaves that shimmered in the breeze.

"Don't act like we haven't witnessed each other's orgasms. But no, I am not giving you an orgasm, I am handing you a book that is guranteed to make you orgasm. It's dark, so fucking dark, but I creamed at least once every chapter while reading this book, sis." I finally look down at the book she is handing me. The cover is dark, and it has a tree on it, if the title is anything of importance, it is an oak tree. "Enter the Black Oak?" I look up at her, a quizzical eyebrow raised. "How can a tree make you orgasm?"

”Lead the way” I murmur, catching his hand in mine. We head out the back of the pack house. The air grows cooler and fresher as we move deeper into the trees. Xander moves through the forest with a natural grace, his wolf clearly at home here. I just focus on the warmth of his hand in mine and the way he looks in the dappled evening light. After a while, we reach a massive, ancient oak tree. Tucked high among its sturdy branches is a weathered wooden structure that looks like it’s seen a thousand secrets.

providing the male Alpha guidance they desperately needed to understand their unique nature. Oscar dropped the logs onto the ground and walked over to the fallen oak, whistling softly as he inspected the shattered wood. "An eighty-year-old oak tree," Oscar said, shaking his head with a mixture of awe and concern. "Amora, your son just snapped a mature hardwood tree with a raw, unrefined pup-strike. When I was four years old, the most I could do was scratch the paint off my father’s truck."

“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

He growled "You wanna play game with me bitch, then let play!" ☆☆☆☆☆ Argentina Oak Forest The once beautiful oak forest has turned from amazement to something odious, the forest itself has become rigid and rough like the sky just fell in the middle of the forest. Trees fell to the ground heavily, grasses were completely smoked into ashes while the wind itself has already been stuffed. Trails of smoke thrilled into the air like a bonfire was made within but there wasn't fire anywhere, the atmosphere itself breath upon the forest a sensation of agony that broke the stability of the land purifying it in nothing but sure confusion and discomfort.

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?