Under The Oak Tree Comic Novels & Stories

Xynathius spoke from beside me, a hint of a smile tugging at the sides of his lips. “Stop the car, let's take a picture underneath the tree,” I offered and he nodded before parking it at the side. “Come,” he offered me his hand and I gladly took it. The pink and white cherry blossoms were raining down due to a strong gale and we stood under the tree letting them fall in our hair. Xyn looked cute with flowers decorating his hair and I heartily laughed. The big scary lycan was standing under a flowering tree with his mate, who could have imagined?

I ask, pointing towards a big black oak tree a short distance away, going stunningly orange and yellow for autumn. “Sure,” he replies, shrugging like he it pleases him just as much as anything else. We make our quiet way over to the tree and I sit down amongst the roots, patting the ground next to me. Jackson hesitates for a second and then lowers himself to the ground, curling his legs up beneath him, a little awkward. I grin, realizing that this big warrior-type probably doesn’t spend a great deal of time casually sitting beneath trees. I mean, I don’t either – not very Princess-y, is it? But still, I hide it better.

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

he said, caressing her cheeks. She nodded. She was crying again. She was angry at herself for crying so much. “It does change the end-point,” she said, her voice strained. “Venom was a special person and I spread the mushrooms he liked over his grave so they would germinate.” “That’s lovely,” Hayden whispered, drying her eyes with his thumbs. “And an acorn must have been there because an oak tree sprang up,” she said. The villagers gasped. “An Omniscient Oak Tree, a second one,” she said.

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.

“Becca…” “I wasn’t trying to trick you,” I said quickly. “I know how it sounds. I know it was reckless and illegal and everything you’d never expect from me. But gods, Rhys—I was so tired. Of waiting.” Rhys didn’t say anything. His hand tightened at my waist, but not roughly. I swallowed the knot rising in my throat. “You remember the oak tree behind the old armory? The one the palace gardeners always complained about?” Rhys huffed a breath, a sound almost like a laugh. “You mean the one you fell out of trying to steal Queen Omara’s lemon tarts?”

Rowan bent to pick it up. He stopped halfway. "This isn't another letter." He turned it over. It was a drawing. Simple. Made with charcoal. A little girl sat on a swing. A woman stood behind her, pretending to push while the little girl laughed. In one corner, someone had drawn a large oak tree. Its trunk split into two near the ground. I stared at it. "I know that tree." Everyone looked at me. "I've seen it." "Where?" Kael asked. "I..." The answer was there.

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre