Under The Oak Tree Ch 5 Novels & Stories

“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!”

“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

Then a voice — different from before — echoed, clear and mournful: “The past hides the key. Seek the chamber beneath the old oak.” “Did you hear that?” Seth asked, eyes wide. I nodded, heart pounding. “The chamber beneath the old oak…” Memories flickered—snatches of an ancient tree deep in the estate’s garden, its gnarled branches twisting against the night sky. “Then that’s where we go,” Travis said decisively. But as we turned to leave, a sudden sharp crack echoed through the room. The door slammed open, revealing a figure draped in shadow, eyes glowing with unnatural light.

Children who’d never known fear, repeating names they’d never heard before. “Corin.” “Mara.” “Lir.” “Myra.” The names filled the square. And the air changed. It felt lighter. Like something heavy had shifted off their shoulders. When Aria finished, she was hoarse. Kael took her hand. “You did it,” he said quietly. Aria looked at the valley. At the faces. “No. We did.” In her pouch, the empty seed was warm. And far north, the third tree went dark. --------------- *End of Chapter 55*

It is still holding its breath before the weight of the day settles in. I pause under the old ash tree by the edge of the cliff and let the crisp wind to bite at my cheeks. Below, the forest stretches endlessly with thick mist and greeneries. I inhale a few times to steady my breath. But soon, there's a movement that catches my eye near the path. A young omega approaches me with hesitant steps. He first bows the moment our eyes meet while keeping his tone respectful. "Luna Georgina, Old Keith wishes to speak with you."

We went on the strenous journey for hours, under the scorching sun until Chase gave up and collapsed under a Juniper tree, it's slender narrow crowns provided a shade barely broad enough to hide him from the sun. I sighed, "I think we need a rest too, Malric." He nodded, frowning at somethign ahead and didn't join me as I walked the horse to a tree. The cool, bleak air brushed past my face when I sat under the tree. It felt like I had just walked through a burning furnace. "Why is he still out there?" Chase suddenly asked.

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.

"Can you take me there to find him? I'm a little scared alone." Olive bent her lips and gently said, "Sure." The sun was so strong that the wind was boiling hot. Olive opened the sunshade and was pulled forward by the little Ashley. She was short and had a small step, but she walked very fast, jumped around, and seemed to be in high spirits. Ashley pulled her straight to the position of the tree she had just pointed to. It was not until she was near the tree that Olive began to feel that something was wrong.

“We know what this is like since we had an attack on our pack.” I glance back at Kane and realize he’s not just being vigilant and quiet because of safety, but because this must be genuinely triggering for him. I see my shed up ahead and sigh, stopping in front of a huge oak tree, “This is it,” I say, touching the bark. “The tree is the entrance, but I don’t know how to get in.” I wonder if anyone made it inside? Did Veronica escape? I know the women that were in the van had the chance to.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.