Under The Oak Tree Ch 272 Novels & Stories

"You should stop, I'm trying to help you here, okay? If he should find out this you what is going to happen" "What is he going to do to me, that is worse than what he has done?" "Stop being so negative" "Says the right person" that's sarcasm right there "Get out" it was still in a calm tone before she asked a stupid question "What did you say?" "I said Get. Out!" She admitted her defeat and went out. Just a few seconds later she heard a loud sound, which was the door that was shut closed with might. Three months later, Three months later, and nothing changed. At least not the fact that Kehna and her father dined with the William's family almost every day.

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.

"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.

Not after everything we had been through. The darkness outside hit me like a punch to the gut. It meant we had been tortured for most of the day. The moon was small, barely casting any light. It was the end of another lunar month, and that didn’t make things easier. Normally, Xavier and I could move through the night like it was nothing—our night vision sharp, our bodies built for it. But tonight, we were barely keeping our eyes open. We stumbled and partially dragged each other toward the backyard. And there it was. The oak tree. The very one that had brought us here. We collapsed against its thick, ancient trunk, both of us breathing heavily.

Elara felt a prickle of awe, a sense of being in the presence of something truly extraordinary. They emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. In the center, a gnarled oak tree stood sentinel, its branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath its ancient boughs, the ground was carpeted with soft, dewy moss. Kael nudged her gently towards it, a clear invitation to rest.

As we approached the front entrance, I turned to face Rico, "Can we go back to the oak tree again?" "Why? Aren't you hungry?" He asked. "Yes I am but I feel drawn to the tree. I want to say goodnight before I sleep," I answered honestly, despite how weird I sounded. "Okay then, let's go." He said and we walked side by side again to the oak tree. The oak tree stood tall and majestic, its branches reaching out as if embracing the moon above. The air around it felt charged with a certain energy, a quiet strength that resonated deep within me.

My body stopped growing colder by the day. One morning a month later I went with Leon to break ground in a clearing in the hills behind town. When I looked down at the bond mark over my heart, the one that had withered black, a familiar tingling ran through my chest. At the center of the dead mark, a point of green had broken through the dead skin, and a fine young oak shoot had come out of it. "Leon." I touched the shoot, and the tears came at once. "It's alive."

I frowned at his reply but stayed silent as he turned to face a huge chestnut tree. He cleared his throat, stepping towards it to push his palm against it. With a quiet groan anda gasp of surprise, the bark lifted and slid around itself to reveal an empty shell. Moving closer, I stared down the tree trunk to see a set of stairs leading underground. This was it, it was now or never.

“What do you mean?” As soon as he finished speaking, we heard the sound of police sirens. The sirens got louder and closer. Xylo began to panic. I showed him the video of him using human blood to water the tree. He stared in disbelief but still would not let go of the tree. He clung to it tightly. He suddenly thought of an excuse and tried to explain himself. “That’s not human blood. It’s chicken blood.” Seeing things getting worse, he softened and begged, “Olivia, please, don’t demolish it. Locust is here. Don’t cut her down!”

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.