Under The Oak Tree Comic Novels & Stories

A group of friends sat under a big oak tree, laughing and chatting. The scene was peaceful and happy. It made me smile as I watched the world go by. As we kept moving on, I caught sight of a couple being intimate and the thought of leaving Peter's side to his aunt made my face pale and worried. I bit my bottom lips and whispered. ““I…” I groaned in pain as I looked outside. “I don’t want to leave your side, Peter.” My voice cracked as pain coiled in my chest. Peter sighs.

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.”

Oscar leaned on the oak tree that stood on the ground full of shrubs and wild mushrooms talking with Blaire as they both smiled at each other. "This is it," Oscar said. "This is where we first met, the day you were supposed to meet up with Dax." The memories of this very place haunted Blaire. She tried to push it off the more it became more evident to her that she had made a lot of silly mistakes in the past. "Yes, I do remember vividly," Blaire said. "It was a beautiful night, just like this one." She lied trying to hide her turbulence. Blaire and Osacar both sat down under the oak tree listening to the rushing sounds of the waterfall. The sun was setting hard, and the sky was getting darke

“Glee . . . shit.” Another tremor jolted them, and the centuries-old cottonwood tree—the only thing left out there—twisted and leaned, losing its foothold on the remainder of the crumbling bank. Slipping away. Richard felt something at his elbow. This time it was Owen tugging at him, a clogged warning in his throat. Pulling him back from the decimated park area. Toward the waiting vehicle. “Daddeee . . . ” Katie fretted. Richard took heed and went.

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

They groaned in unison, breaking apart and going back to their lessons. Liora followed behind Nikolai as he ventured into the forest, walking briskly along the footpath. After a while, they crossed another treeline and walked into a clearing. It was a picturesque glade covered in grassy meadows. At the very top of the short hill was a large oak tree, its large branches casting a shade where one could rest and enjoy the tranquility of the space. Under the tree, two gamma females sat across from a group of twelve cubs, holding up a book and making what looked like silly faces. Liora couldn’t help but think that Maia looked the complete opposite of her maternal nature.

I doubled down by crying out, “Would he give you a happy pat on the back if you allow something to happen to his unborn pups due to too much heat?” “No please, go on please. But at least let me escort you to make sure you're safe.” He offered. I bent over and cried out again, adding some convulsive shakes to the drama. “Ah, please just go quickly!” He conceded. I smiled out of the corner of my mouth as I left him. Fool. It wasn't such a long walk before I saw the oak tree described by the note-sender. I couldn't see anyone there. I went closer till I got to the tree itself. I stood there, looking around.

He released another rumble but didn't respond as the smell of death became faint in the air. "We're getting close." He told the rest of the pack. I flattened myself on his back as he raised his head slightly to mask any visible sign of my presence. Surprisingly the crunching sounds that the pack had been producing dropped to a minimum as we grew closer to the rotting corpse smell. In my mind, I could hear Paul questioning Karolina about what was happening. Karolina explained as quickly as possible, but it seemed that every answer given produced two more questions. Thankfully, Dimitri intervened with a firm word of silence to Paul. I could see the trees break up ahead where the moonlight lit

Harris interrupted Leo, collecting the phone from Zack. Leo is an orphan teenager computer expert and a hacker who works solely for Harris regarding such cases. He was only 5 when Harris found him wandering about in a deserted forest and ever since then, his only family was Harris and it breaks his heart whenever he gets scolded by him just like now, and in such cases, he stutters, and then Harris would have to apologize with a smile before he can talk properly again. But this only happens with Harris! "M-my…Lord…I…"