Under The Oak Tree Book 2 Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: First Light, First Command Dawn creeps through the oak’s hidden seams in thin silver threads. I wake with the book still open across my chest, pages pressed to my skin like cold fingers. My dreams were full of smoke and silver eyes watching from the dark—no faces, just the sense of being measured. Judged. Found… acceptable. The vibrations have stopped. No boots. No war-horns. Just the low, steady pulse of the tree itself—roots drinking deep, leaves whispering secrets to the wind I can’t hear. For the first time since the contract, the silence feels almost peaceful. Almost.

My physical body may have been healed, but my mama would take a very long time to regenerate. She encouraged me to spend more time in nature, and told me that my mama would regenerate faster if I did. And that was exactly what I did. I spent my time going for runs, or studying the spell book under a tree. Today, that was exactly what I was doing. I sat under an oak tree, which was beside a large field blessed with beautiful flowers. The weather was nice, as the sun was out and the sky was blue. Wind blew past me, rustling leaves on the large tree, causing a leaf to land on the spell book.

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in. She told him some things Harold couldn't hear from where he was. Not like he was bothered. He was free from her. Free from everyone. He was in Golden Lake University, his school. Max walked back to his luggage with a smirk on his face. The very second he left his mother's side, the limousine's engine came alive with a mild hum and tumbled down the road at a great speed. Harold sighed when Sarah was gone. “Where's it being held?” Max asked.

In front of me was the rice fields, ready for harvesting. I strolled my way to the tree, and I smiled at it. It's like the tree was waiting for me to come back again. I sat under it and relished the peaceful feeling – like nothing could ever disturb me as long as I'm here. Maybe my previous thoughts can be erased and Dom would interact less with me like he used to...if only this tree can grant wishes. I opened the book again and started reading word through word. But a figure appeared in the corner of my eye.

And the days, at last, belonged to them. She opened her eyes and looked out at the dark forest one final time. It remained empty. And that emptiness, hard-won and carefully kept, was enough. THE END. THAN YOU FOR READING THIS BOOK I PROMISE TO IMPROVE AND MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING IN MY NEXT STORY FOLLOW NOW TO ENJOY. Continue the part 2

Theo nestled closer to her, his eyes heavy with wonder and contentment, his small hand now resting on her arm as if to anchor himself in the safety of her presence. As the story reached its climax, Mama Hazel's voice rose and fell like a gentle lullaby, soothing Theo's restless mind and guiding him into a realm of dreams. The final pages turned, the tale coming to a peaceful conclusion as Oliver found his way back home, his heart full of joy and his spirit enriched by his adventures. With a gentle kiss on Theo's forehead, Mama Hazel closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. Theo's breathing had slowed to the rhythmic pattern of slumber, his dreams filled with visions of playful foxes

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

How ironic. Closer to the two, further from the bank, she noticed a tree with long, dangling, almost vine-like branches that swayed with the wind, blooming with white blossoms. Under the tree sat a carved white stone table with a matching small stone bench curved around one side of the table to face the ocean. Around the tree's base and the table and benches were even more flowers, these far more delicate and blue.