Under The Oak Tree Amazon Novels & Stories

Keanu I stopped next to a massive oak, pressing my palm against the bark. The tree was ancient. It had probably been here when dragons still flew openly and the world hadn’t yet decided to hunt the things it couldn’t control. I stared out at the dense forest stretching ahead of me, endless, green, full of hiding places that a woman who controlled the elements itself could disappear into forever.

Then Amber felt it too. “What is that?” “I think the tree is trying to communicate with us.” “What?” Amber looked shocked. “Let’s just go see.” Isabella continued up to the top and stood under the tall oak. She looked at the leaves and half rotten acorns around its base. “It’s a black oak.” She whispered to Amber. “How can you tell?” “You have to look at the leaves and the acorns. Those are black oak leaves and acorns.” “Okay.” Amber looked up at the tree.

"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.

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."

"But we must be quick, or else it'll catch up with us. Come on, I'll show you what I found." "What have you found?" asked Okayo, feeling relieved. "The plant Oboo instructed us to fetch?" "Yes. Certainly. Come and see." He held Okayo's hand like a father to a child and walked him a few paces away into a grove. "See. Here it is," he said pointing at a tree-let on the ground. "This small thing on the ground?" asked Okayo in a demeaning tone. "Yes. This is it," replied Okech. Just then the python reappeared. "Pick it. It's your onus to carry it," instructed Okech.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

“How are your quarters?” “Fine,” Yvayn stopped unpacking and looked up, “especially this view of the river.” His father walked over to the window and looked out. Evidence of the city was now gone. The riverbank was about one hundred cubits away. The shore was lined with tall ancient cypress trees. The cypress knees poked out of the black water serving as stools for the water birds and hiding places for darker creatures. The wake left by the boat scared off several birds that screamed as they flew up into the air. The trees were covered in drooping vines; giant ferns were growing along the shore. The forest was dark and full of shadows. They passed a tall old dead oak tree that was covered co

Chapter 7 Hey guys.... from this chapter I'll be making it first point of view not third point, so please do well to Cooperate and ask questions when you do not understand. ~Reine~ The mine was hot, too hot for my liking. We sat under the small mango tree.. waiting for the machine to stabilize the ground so we'd be able to start working. I had never thought I'd be sitting under a mango tree, under the hot sun and working so hard like this. Everything seemed like a bad dream. A dream I was yet to wake up from.

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