Under The Oak Tree Chapter 107 Novels & Stories

"Jack, secure the surface. Harper, you're with me. We're going underground." (End of Chapter 109)

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.

The hum spiked, runes glowing brighter, snow swirling, a warning of ambush. Kevin nodded, amber eyes sharp, pine scent a vow, moving to the oaks, claws extending, scraping bark, frost falling, revealing more runes, glowing, pulsing. Shade snarled, wary. Guard her, pup—clear it. “Oaks are carved deep,” he called, voice low, “runes everywhere—connected.” His claws dug, blood seeping, metallic, hot, hum shaking his bones.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: THR CHAIN BY FLEETWOOD MAC Rhea's pov: The firelight is flickering in uneven patterns, painting Lucien’s face in shadows that look sharper than they should. His jaw look so tense, and every few seconds, his eyes flick to the tree line like he’s expecting Varein to step out again. I’m sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, my hands curled around the mug Kaia handed me earlier. The steam is curling upward, catching the dim light, but my fingers still feel cold.

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

Blood streamed down my calves, but I pushed myself up and wiped the corners of my lips. "Come on." The tension in Charles' face eased up, and Rachel smiled. "Where is she?" "Under the tree on the hill behind the town." "What's she doing there?" "Waiting for someone." Charles frowned but didn't press for more answers. He walked away, while Rachel followed him. I was dead last in the procession. We passed through the yard and stepped onto the dirt road leading to the hill. The winds were howling tonight, and my sister's favorite tree had nearly gone bald. Empty branches were extending themselves toward the sky. From afar, the tree resembled a withered person with their arms open.

She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently. I run to the base of the trunk. Betty. Let go of the branch. I force the words straight into her mind through the link. She shakes her head, her teeth chattering so hard I can hear them from the ground. Trust me, Betty. Drop. She releases her grip by an inch. The ground gives another massive shudder, and the oak tree bends completely in half, its highest leaves brushing against my shoulders. Betty slides down the smooth bark, her body falling straight into my front paws.

"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.

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.