Under The Oak Tree Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“It’s no problem. I’d like for you to come. I feel like you’re owed something from New Glade, anyway, for getting hurt in my territory.” “Oh, I don’t blame anyone for that. I’m clumsy.” I rise so quickly, I almost knock him in the chin with my forehead, which shows me just how close we were to each other. It was much closer than I realized, and now I’m too warm. Much, much too warm. Damn near tingling. He rises, too, and before I can step past him, his hand is resting on my upper arm. “Oakley,” he says, and my name is like sugar when he says it. “Did something…. You asked if you were alone in the forest that night. I don’t think you were. Do you remember anything from before you ended up in

Chapter 14: "Lost," ───── ❝ K I L L I A N W I L D E' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 03 - 2027 ║ ║ Sunday║ Free Day ║ The morning sun sneaks through the trees, casting an eerie shade over the school grounds. The air is chill, the grass and trees standing like proud sentinels was hovering above me as I traversed the school grounds with my friends. The few trees on the grounds swayed in the cold breeze, their rustling leaves seeming to imitate the conversations taking place around me.

In the center of the clearing stood an old, gnarled tree, its bark twisted and gnarled. Saul approached the tree, his hand resting on the rough bark. He closed his eyes and muttered a few words under his breath. Suddenly, the tree began to shake and tremble, and a low rumbling filled the air. Silas watched in awe as the tree split open, revealing a hidden chamber inside. Saul motioned for him to follow as he stepped inside. The chamber was dark and musty, with the scent of old paper and ink filling the air. The walls were lined with shelves, and Silas could see countless books and scrolls stacked haphazardly on them.

Mason replied. “What the heck?” Vladimir frowned. “Why not?! That makes no sense.” “It's my pack and my rules.” I glared at him. “We separated at the oak tree. We can go there; maybe we’ll find something to track them down.” Chloe suggested. “Why are we still standing here then?” Mason wondered. We followed behind Chloe then headed to the backyard where we switched to our wolves. I followed Chloe’s lead to the oak tree. The moment we got to the oak tree, my nose immediately captured the sweet and familiar strawberry scent and the nice fragrance of rose; it was the Omega’s annoying scent. “The omega was here.” I informed Mason.

His thumb strokes the back of my hand in a soothing rhythm, a touch that feels both strange and familiar. “Chloe Jane,” he starts, his voice laced with a hesitance that’s new to me. “I’m... I’m about to shift,” he says, the words heavy with something unspoken. “If you want, you can go out back and sit by the oak tree. I won’t be far.” I nod. “Okay, I’d like that.” My voice is steadier than I feel. We walk out together, his hand still holding mine, guiding me.

“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,

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.

“It’s time to come.” They obeyed without hesitation. They didn’t know it yet, but they were already dead. I led them across the estate grounds toward the garden, the scent of moss and damp bark mingling in the cold air. The tree stood before us, a massive old oak tree, lush, thick with green leaves, its heavy branches stretching toward the sky like grasping fingers. “You need to help me with the tree,” I said. Conrad frowned. “What tree?” “This one,” I replied smoothly, stepping around its wide base. “Velan wants it moved to please his father-in-law.”

He looked at the oak tree, at the symbols carved into its trunk, at the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "I think I know," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "It's a mountain!" The voice was silent for a moment, then it spoke again, its tone filled with approval. "Correct," it said. "The answer is a mountain. You have passed the first trial. The path is now open." As the voice faded away, the ground before them began to tremble. The oak tree slowly rotated, revealing a hidden passage beneath its roots.

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?