Under The Oak Tree Ch 17 Novels & Stories

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

A moment that was supposed to bring every mother joy filled me with only dread. The frustration was palpable - we were making no progress. We were simply wandering blindly through the maze of trees. Dread settled heavier in my gut with every fruitless step. Finally, as the last rays of half-light faded, Ophelia stopped and turned to us. "Let me try something." I watched apprehensively as she stepped up to a gnarled oak tree and pressed her palms against the bark. Her eyes slipped closed as she began whispering under her breath. Old tongue.

Isabella We stopped walking once we reached a large oak tree standing alone in the center of a low-cut field surrounded by wooded hills. Thunder echoed in the distance as thick, black clouds took over the sky. It didn't take long before large drops of rain started to fall. "I thought it was supposed to be clear tonight?" Timophy asked as he and Chantel watched their minions gather dead wood and throw it in a pile near the tree.

“It can’t be any other tree than that. Aunty Corvina told me that I couldn’t miss it, and she was right. I did—” He freezes in his spot, staring down at where we left Corvina’s car, as he stops his pointing gesture mid-air. We observe him confused before we follow his gaze to the spot beneath the thick branches of the oak tree. “Where is the car?” he asks lowly, getting my heart to skyrocket in anxiety. “Where is the fucking car?” I blink several times as I think I must be imagining things. The oak tree is still standing there, its branches giving shadows to an now empty spot.

"Do you realize that you have endangered countless generations of innocent girls tied to that forsaken prophecy?" Aria remained unfazed, taking another sip of her tea as if what I had just said meant nothing. Her calm demeanor only fueled my anger further. "That tree was our way to redemption," I continued, my voice shaking with the weight of desperation and anger. "It was a beacon of hope, a symbol of protection. Without it, we are left vulnerable. How could you be so reckless?" Aria placed her cup down gently, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Do you know how the oak tree worked?" she asked, her voice calm yet piercing.

CHAPTER 3 He led me across the lawn towards a large oak tree. My toes sunk into the soft loam of the yard, feeling the lush grass caressing my toes as I walked naked towards the tree. The boughs of the aged giant swayed across the sky as though trying to sweep the clouds away so that it could be reunited with the sun once again. “Hug the tree, slut. Your body needs to be tightly pressed against it, and your legs need to be spread.”

It was old, its leather cover cracked and worn, with no title on the spine. Curious, I pulled it from the shelf and opened it, the pages brittle beneath my fingertips. As I turned the pages, I realized this wasn’t just any book. It was a journal—filled with the scrawled notes and observations of someone long gone. The handwriting was messy, the ink faded, but the words were clear enough to make out. The hidden chamber lies beneath the roots of the ancient oak, where the first Alpha of Silverwood made his vow. My breath caught in my throat. The ancient oak—that was the tree near the edge of our territory, the one that had stood for centuries, long before the pack was even founded. I’d always

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.

"Where do you want me to put this for you?" I eyes Alexander who stood by the carriage, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. A smile threatened to escape my lips but I maintained my stoic expression. "Under that oak tree is fine, Theran," I said, trying not to let Alexander's amusement get to me. Theran gave me a small. now before walking over to the oak tree. I watched as he placed the stool beneath the tree shade, adjusting it slightly until it was seated in a perfect position. I gave Alexander one last glance, watching as he gracefully put down a crate from the carriage and turning just as he was about meeting my gaze, before walking over to the tree.

Perhaps, her helper was still waiting for her at the oak tree. After minutes of a non-stop run, Sophia finally got to the oak tree. But unfortunately, there was no one there. Probably, the helper had waited for and decided to go. She breathed heavily, squatting to catch some breath. The area was purely deserted. Except for the whispers of the night,there was no other trace of life. She walked to the oak tree and scanned it thoroughly for a slightest trace of a message left for her. But there was nothing. No piece of cloth. No paper. In the midst of her frustration, she heard a sound.