Under The Oak Tree Chapter 107 Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: First Light, First Command Dawn creeps through the oak’s hidden seams in thin silver threads. I wake with the book still open across my chest, pages pressed to my skin like cold fingers. My dreams were full of smoke and silver eyes watching from the dark—no faces, just the sense of being measured. Judged. Found… acceptable. The vibrations have stopped. No boots. No war-horns. Just the low, steady pulse of the tree itself—roots drinking deep, leaves whispering secrets to the wind I can’t hear. For the first time since the contract, the silence feels almost peaceful. Almost.

She could almost see the gears in his mind turning, trying to piece together the question wrapped in layers of fear and mistrust. "Is what true?" he echoed, the hesitation in his voice intensifying her dread. In a sudden wave of courage, Olivia laid her heart bare. She crossed her arms against the chill creeping through the air—partly a shield for her vulnerability, partly a way to steady her trembling hands. "Are you planning on leaving Earth?" she blurted out, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence. The tension in Reuben’s jaw told her everything she needed to know. He was caught off guard, yet guilt flashed across his face. In that moment of eerie silence, his body language be

“Alright. But I’m here when you’re ready. Don’t face this alone.” I walked away from the oak tree with heavy steps. The sun dipped lower, turning the vineyard into long shadows and deep orange light. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Theo had seen the kiss. The blackmail would get much worse. I kept working the vines until dusk, trying to stay out of sight and calm my nerves.

"Don't act like we haven't witnessed each other's orgasms. But no, I am not giving you an orgasm, I am handing you a book that is guranteed to make you orgasm. It's dark, so fucking dark, but I creamed at least once every chapter while reading this book, sis." I finally look down at the book she is handing me. The cover is dark, and it has a tree on it, if the title is anything of importance, it is an oak tree. "Enter the Black Oak?" I look up at her, a quizzical eyebrow raised. "How can a tree make you orgasm?"

- he admitted. - I understand.- I said, and suddenly something flashed through my mind.- You're the boy I saw then...- I said, and seeing Oliver's lost gaze, continued.- After first coming to this house, I touched the bark of an old oak that grows right next to the wall separating the forest from the house. When I do something like that, trees or other plants show me what they saw happening around them, in their lifetime.- I explained in more detail.- And the oak showed me your family, you, your sister... I didn't watch it till the end though, since I felt that the oak wanted to show me some bad events, so I didn't immediately associate it all with you.- I added later with a slight guilt wri

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”

Suddenly, they were all healed. Meanwhile in a different scene, The other faceless figure, the one who had ventured into the forest, moved with a quiet determination through the dense undergrowth. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, but the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The figure walked with a strong sense of determination towards a specific tree, an ancient oak bearing strange orange fruit. He reached out and gently placed his moon chain against the trunk of the tree. The forest floor trembled. The surrounding trees seemed to sway in unison, as if acknowledging a powerful presence of the moon chain.

Albrey immediately leans toward the person and blows warm air into Oakley's ears, making the person jump slightly. Albrey arches his brows and licks the person's ears naughtily before questioning in a husky and deep low voice, “Little Oak tree, what are you thinking?” The calmness that Oakley has just recovered immediately dissipates into the wind, and his face turns red. Oakley raises his hands and hurriedly rubs his red ears. “I. I. I…” he stammers anxiously, his eyes darting around as if looking for help. Once his eyes land on the soap, Oakley raises it up and hurriedly says, “Will wash now.”

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.