Under The Oak Tree Ep 1 Novels & Stories

She explained that Nick said he was going to watch Bryce's house and keep an eye on Selena, but he hadn't come back until that moment. "Do you want us to go look for him?" the woman offered. "No, I'll go!" Shane replied, already passing through the door. He got into the woods, and after walking for a while, he sensed Nick's smell. Shane was very close, and when he arrived at the forest glade, he found Nick's body lying on the ground. Shane rushed to him and exhaled in relief after seeing that he wasn't dead, just unconscious. It was already very dark and foggy, so he only had the moonlight to enlighten the place they were standing.

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“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!”

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

The path beneath their feet grew uneven, the forest growing thicker and more ancient as they walked, until they arrived at the base of the oldest oak tree in Valenwood. The massive oak towered above them, its gnarled branches stretching out like protective arms, creating a canopy that filtered the moonlight. Caius stopped beneath the tree, his shoulders tense as he exhaled a slow breath. Lira stood beside him, unsure of what to say, the weight of the prophecy hanging between them.

" Serina firmly said while Paul nodded at her, promising that this must happen, at whatever cost that hinders on the way. Then both of them walk out together from the shade of the oak tree. "It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree." "I doubt that tree is that old." "K-Town had lots of history and myths!" "Yeah, I know...kinda weird on how non-sense some of the myths are." "The tree witnesses us, so you better do it, unless you want to be buried." Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another...

she said, placing her palms against the tree trunk. Before I had time to ponder what that meant, the tree began to creak, its branches and leaves rustling and shaking. Josh leapt backwards and pulled me away from the tree with him. It couldn’t be. It was. The tree’s large, heavy branches were moving in front of us, bending and twisting as they lowered to the ground. “Climb aboard, my darlings,” said Olive. Josh and I shared a look - neither of us had any idea what had just happened. Were we safe, or was this some kind of new trap? Nothing I’d read about dryads had mentioned they could command their trees as though they were made of rubber instead of solid wood.

It felt like a deep, green patience. “I feel the tree,l.” I murmured. “Good, now, don’t pull from it. Don’t push at it. Just… introduce yourself.” Introduce myself to a tree? But I focused on that green pulse and imagined my own presence, not my power, just me. Luca. Scared, determined, in love. The oak’s pulse didn’t change. But the air around me grew still. The watching birds fell silent. “Open your eyes.” I did. A single, perfect acorn lay at my feet. It hadn’t been there before.

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

“Stay still, everyone.” “What is it?” Eve noticed her sudden stop and asked. “I saw something on that tree.” Diana pointed out the uneven, massive old oak tree. “What did you see?"Inquired Eve. “Someone,” she said, seeing the figure, little more than a smudge, wobbling in the distance. She snuffed Eve’s lamp and brightened the area. “What the hell is that?” Impossible. She thought. The bloodbath was all but impassable on a fine day, but with the little old lamp on her hand, to venture across them during such intemperance was madness. But still, the shadow plodded, bowed, and was resolute. Shoving itself into the wind as if into a challenging lover.