Under The Oak Tree Amazon Novels & Stories

Wearing a white dress, ending just above my knees, I went out of the house and locked it, so that I can peacefully enjoy my book under the oak tree. That oak tree has always been a special place of mine. It gives me a sense of tranquility whenever I lay my back on its trunk while words flowed from my book towards my brain. I've read that an oak tree is one of the most loved trees in the world. It represents strength, morale, resistance and knowledge. It is also a symbol of honor, nobility and wisdom due to its size and longevity. The sky was bright, but the rays of the sun weren't that harmful even though it's summer already. There were a few clouds up in the never-ending sea of blue. In fro

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.

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

I am not worried about getting lost, I know the place like the back of my hand. When I reach the forest, I take in a deep breath and let it out before continuing to walk. It does not take me very long to reach the giant oak tree. It even has my initials that I carved into it the first time I ran here to get away from everyone and everything. The almost full moon sits in the sky and gives the night an eerie feel. I sit right under the tree with my back laid against the trunk. The ground is dirty but I gladly rest my legs on it.

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

I know it. After more minutes of walking and the sun tinting the sky an orange hue, we reach a small opening in the woods. The trees formed a full circle around us, but a tall, amazonian tree was standing proud and tall in the middle. It was the tallest tree of all the tall trees in the forest. I had to crane my neck until it nearly snapped just to see its highest peak. The grass was damp, and there was a foul smell in the air. “The smell of death reeks in this tree,” Fenrir voiced my thoughts as he circled the tree with a scowl. “The plague marked it. It’s almost spelled out in the bark.”

Suddenly, they were all healed. Meanwhile in a different scene, The other faceless figure, the one who had ventured into the forest, moved with a quiet determination through the dense undergrowth. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, but the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The figure walked with a strong sense of determination towards a specific tree, an ancient oak bearing strange orange fruit. He reached out and gently placed his moon chain against the trunk of the tree. The forest floor trembled. The surrounding trees seemed to sway in unison, as if acknowledging a powerful presence of the moon chain.

"It's just you and I for now. But we could gather more men, if you like. She's locked in an old cavern cell beneath a sycamore tree. I can tell her energy, a bit weak, but she's very much alive." I nodded, knowing fully well what we had to do. "Let's go then. The pack will hold if we are gone for a couple of minutes. Take me to her." "okay." Rhea responded and together, we ran through the muddy ground, constantly having to duck under branches that clawed at our sleeves and skin, as though they too were trying to keep us back. The sycamore tree was just ahead, gnarled and somewhat hollow at its base. "there. There it is." Rhea pointed at the tree , but we had to get close enough before I actu

I lived just across the creek. Then, I saw the children playing. Near them, there was a puddle that starts to recede at the edge of the river. With their snot dangling, they cheerfully played partially naked under the umbrella of the cherry tree. Indeed, the night before, the rain fell heavily. But then, it was the sun that does not want to lose to show off its power.

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.