Under The Oak Tree Ch 5 Novels & Stories

Chapter 113: The orange tree. Ike entered his two-acre enclosed garden and scanned for the queen. Shay's typically regal form sat hunched on the bench under his orange tree. The glass ceiling of the yard was being pelted with rain as she wept softly. Ike paused as he considered what to say to the only mother figure he'd had in his life.

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.

“I saw her. Mara. Under the Old Oak. She said the Council’s coming tomorrow with silver chains to auction me. She said to come tonight, to the Old Oak, alone. That it’ll hide me.” My mother’s face crumpled. She sank into a chair. “She said that? The Old Oak? God. She told me about that tree when I was little. Said no man could enter its circle. Said if a White ever needed to hide from her own mate, the Oak would hide her.”

Something else. *** "So you're saying Kayler left again when the wolves howl?" Anne repeated a second time. I rolled my eyes, I had already told her yes. "Yes, Anne, that happens all the time." I mumbled in reply, turning the page of my book. A romance book. We were on the shore of the lake, sitting under a huge tree, it was afternoon and the day was beautiful, somewhat sunny, in general here it's always cloudy. Anne became pensive, as if remembering something.

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.”

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.

Their class had already started and everyone was listening to their teacher while Sam peered out the window he saw the tree house outside the classroom. "Claire ..., I hope what I heard isn't true." Sam thought. She was surprised to see the black shadow in the tree house. "What is the shadow doing here?" Sam whispered. The black shadow has long lived in the tree house. Sam didn’t know that the black shadow she saw in the tree house and the black shadow in their house were different. The black shadow in the tree house was so bad. While Sam was looking at the black shadow in the tree house, suddenly one of her classmates passed by her so she lost sight of the black shadow.

hummed in her chest. “No” trembled in her head. But her feet answered for her, moving before she could talk herself out of it. They walked behind the shed toward the quiet path that led to the row of old oak trees. The sounds of volunteers softened behind them until there was nothing but the rustle of leaves and the crunch of gravel under their steps. They stopped beneath the largest oak, the one that towered over the rest like a guardian. Jaxon shoved his hands in his pockets the same habit he had when he was nervous, though he’d never admit it.

I fought to untie myself until late into the night, so much so that my hands had turned a terrifying shade of purple from poor circulation. As if sensing my despair, the thick branch of the old cypress tree broke. I held onto that final sliver of hope and called Vivian. The moment the call connected, her cold voice came through. "Allen, haven't you learned your lesson yet? You frightened Earl today, so I need to keep him company. Don't bother me unless you're dying." Then, Earl's affectionate voice rang out. "Vivian, it's your turn to shower." Trembling, I hung up and lay on the ground, letting my tears soak the earth beneath me.

I’ll bring you back, even if it kills me. The witches followed in silence, the faint glow of their runes lighting the path. Above them, the moon was pale and full, and somewhere in the distance, an owl cried — the sound hollow and foreboding. None of them spoke again until the towering silhouette of the Old Oak appeared through the mist, ancient and alive, its roots sprawling like veins across the earth. And that’s where they stopped — at the mouth of something ancient, waiting for the next chapter of horror to begin.