Under The Oak Tree Book 2 Novels & Stories

“Alright! Alright! My bad! I know you don’t do your niece! That’s completely incest!” The girl laughed as she received a stern look from Silas. I bowed my head. I just looked at the noisy dry leaves whenever I stepped on them. Do they have a relationship? The girl was just laughing at his irritability. They seemed used to each other. “What tree is this?” I asked while touching the big tree we stopped at. “Oak tree,” the girl replied shortly and stood beside me. We were out of the forest, but this area still seemed to belong to the homeowner. There was not a single person in sight, and only one type of tree was planted. The environment here is pure green—with dark green grass, big oak trees,

She swiftly flipped the bristle pages over till she got to to where they had stopped before the distraction. Dear diary, Was all that was written and with curiosity that caused Trisha's brows to gnarl, she opened to the next page but it was empty. She continued flipping the page and as she neared the end of the book, her faith in the journal dwindled but upon arrival at the last page, it prophesied to her, and Harold, and Wilkes—into details, what Harold was going to face during the contest and it was nothing good; Dear diary, the moon shone brighter than ever before that evening. We were out, in the open world, away from our school; Golden Lake University, just the three of us. The wind wai

I murmured. POV: Darius Kai always forgot one thing: He ruled the forest. But I ruled the dark between the trees. I leaned against an old oak some distance from the ridge, hands in my pockets, head tilted back to watch the moon carve silver through the branches. The pack’s tension rolled through the roots like heat. Kai’s anger. Rowan’s panic. The girl’s awakening. And underneath all of it— the old one. Stirring. Testing. Amused.

The danger was real Maya was the character to ever look back at the person writing the story. Maya walked to a table. There was a large leather book on it. The Teacher said to open it see the truth for herself. Maya opened the book and the pages were yellow and old. There was a drawing of her as a girl sitting under a mango tree. There were notes in the margin needs trouble kill the father no make him a ghost.

Gratitude floods through me as I smile thankfully at him, reassured by his unwavering support and love. The dense canopy of the deep woods envelopes me as I step away from the familiar paths of the pack house, seeking solace and solitude among the ancient trees. My heart beats with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I reach underneath my shirt and retrieve the book of enchantments, its weight a comforting presence against my skin.

he apologizes, and I loosen my fingers slowly before removing my hand altogether. I fold my arms across my bare chest as his wings begin to flap. They lift him about an inch from the ground. He flaps his way over towards the empty space between trees, and I tilt my head. My curiosity is soaring. I have no idea why these parasites need to be near their Queen, nor do I know how he plans on contacting anyone, but I can't wait to find out. I want to learn every dirty little secret the Fairies have been hiding. He glances over his shoulder, and I step towards him intimidatingly.

They needed to keep moving, to find ways to get out of the area. Anna guided Luna through the forested area until they reached a tiny clearing. Their movements were muted by a thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet. Luna couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched, but she knew Anna would keep them safe. A large, gnarled oak stood in the center of the clearing, shimmering in the moonlight. Anna approached the tree and spoke inaudibly beneath her breath. The trunk of the tree suddenly broke open, revealing a hidden corridor.

The once earthy path is now many tree branches interlaced with a vibrant layer of moss over top. With the sprite still leading the way we enter the oak palace. The room we arrive in is spaciously filled with large shrubs forming couches and tables. Many female Fae lounge on the shrubs laughing and conversing amongst themselves. Their tan skin gleams in the sunlight peaking in through the trees. Transparent white silks are draped over their bodies barely hiding their figures. Amongst the group of females sits one male.

The eldest among them spoke, "Luna, Alpha Burst, include these stories in the next chapters. Let the pack know of the challenges faced and overcome. It is through understanding our past that we pave the way for a harmonious future." Luna and Alpha Burst, expressing their gratitude, took leave from the elders' palace. As they returned to the sacred tree, Luna spoke to Alpha Burst, "The elders' insights will add depth to the Book of Luna. Let us write of our triumphs and tribulations, creating a narrative that resonates through time." Underneath the sacred tree, surrounded by the enchanted aura of Nampa, Luna and Alpha Burst continued their task. The Book of Luna expanded with each stroke of t

I feel Xavier do the same , while he holds onto my waist. The forest tree surround us , hovering over us like a protective shield. Gone are the screams of my people , I welcome the silence of the forest – the only sounds heard are our own. We use this to advantage , deeply listening for our unwanted followers. Fading… Their horses fade away , getting lost in the forests’ many directions. I take in a deep breath , wet soil and a green pigment smell – which oozes from the tree leaves – lurks in my sense , as the clean , fresh air that is not contaminated with death fills my lungs. It filters the ash out – the ash that was caused by the ruination of my fathers’ kingdom. I close my eyes and reca