Under The Oak Tree Book 2 Novels & Stories

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

They groaned in unison, breaking apart and going back to their lessons. Liora followed behind Nikolai as he ventured into the forest, walking briskly along the footpath. After a while, they crossed another treeline and walked into a clearing. It was a picturesque glade covered in grassy meadows. At the very top of the short hill was a large oak tree, its large branches casting a shade where one could rest and enjoy the tranquility of the space. Under the tree, two gamma females sat across from a group of twelve cubs, holding up a book and making what looked like silly faces. Liora couldn’t help but think that Maia looked the complete opposite of her maternal nature.

she began, her voice soft as she closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. “We’ve gone over the book hoping for a clue about the oak tree, but there wasn’t anything,” I explained, my frustration evident in my tone. “That’s because we hid it, because we couldn’t trust the Werewolves,” Naomi said, her eyes narrowing as she shot a glare at Bas. “The Werewolves always believed they were immortal, the greatest and most powerful creatures on Earth. But one day, the witches found the oak tree—a loophole given by the universe. When the Werewolves found out, they saw us as a threat, killing every witch they knew and destroying all the oak trees. But there was one. So my ancestors created this bo

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

Kael found me on the ridge, watching the fires below. “You did good,” he said. “I’m tired of doing good,” I said. “Good,” he said. “Means you’re not done.” Kade joined us. He didn’t say anything. Just stood beside me. The sun rose over Redwood. Red and gold. Clean. Book 2 ended not with a war won, but with a choice made. And for the first time, the pack chose to stay.

Birdie stepped out of the room and came back with a glass of water for me to calm down. I drank the water halfway through the cup and took a deep breath before speaking again. As I explained everything from meeting Liam and falling in love, and ending up having his baby, I wanted to be sure Birdie understood. I know she would. Birdie was like me when she had her son but the difference between Orlando and Liam; one is a crook, and one is a boy who seems trapped. Not physically but verbally. And somehow, I could never reach him.

“Morrigan! Come Kiara, Morrigan will lead us to safety.” Kaira was half delirious in my arms as we stumbled farther into the ever-deepening forest, the oak trees bare of leaves with the fur trees providing some cover for us. Kaira groaned and I leaned us up against a tree to catch my breath. A tingle of power snaked through my back as I made contact with the tree and I spun, staring.

It began with a cryptic message delivered to our doorstep, a message that hinted at a hidden truth yet to be discovered. "Amelia, Ethan," the letter read, "there is more to your story than you realize. Seek the forgotten sanctuary beneath the old oak tree at midnight, and you shall find the key to unlocking the next chapter." Intrigued and filled with a sense of trepidation, we followed the instructions and arrived at the designated spot under the cover of darkness. The moon's gentle glow filtered through the branches, casting an ethereal light on the ground below. As we approached the ancient oak tree, a soft breeze whispered secrets through its leaves, beckoning us forward.

‘It’s working. I opened my eyes and the oak tree filled out. The grass regenerated. The branches straightened out and reached for the sky. The cries of pain turned to orchestras of jubilation. ‘You actually did it.’ Orion folded his arms over his chest. A cocky grin plastered on his face. ‘You sound so surprised.’

Like it knows something important is about to happen and doesn’t want to miss it. We stop near the old oak tree that holds the swings. It survived the battle somehow, some part of it cracked but still alive. Someone wrapped glowing charms around its trunk to help it heal. Soft light pulses from them, slow and steady. Karl leans against the tree. I sit on one of the swings. My lips curl into a teasing smile, gesturing to the empty swing by my side. “You don't want to sit?” “Nope, I think I'm good standing here.”