Under The Oak Tree Ep 1 Novels & Stories

"That's what we're after." She turned back to her screen. I called Alexander at three to check how Pasadena was going. He answered on the first ring, which was unusual for mid-afternoon. "How is it?" I said. "Strange," he said. "Good strange. We found the block where the house was." A pause. "The building they put up is an apartment complex. Very ordinary. But the oak tree is still there. The one in the garden." "The same one?" "It has to be. It's enormous. The kind of tree that takes a hundred years." I could hear him looking at it. "She's standing next to it. She has her hand on it."

My body stopped growing colder by the day. One morning a month later I went with Leon to break ground in a clearing in the hills behind town. When I looked down at the bond mark over my heart, the one that had withered black, a familiar tingling ran through my chest. At the center of the dead mark, a point of green had broken through the dead skin, and a fine young oak shoot had come out of it. "Leon." I touched the shoot, and the tears came at once. "It's alive."

He glanced at me and said, “So, you wanted to know what tree the roots on your mark mean?” I nodded. He had seen the marks the moment we came to the mansion. Ethan had been sent off to play games in his room since we were having an adult talk, so it was just my parents, Raina and I. The omegas had been sent out as well, since this information could be sensitive for them to hear. “Well, from what I could see, the roots look like they belong to an Oak tree,” Dad remarked. I turned to look at Raina, and our eyes met before we returned our attention to my father.

“Please, continue ahead.” And no more than three seconds until Edmund was able to enter into the private zone. There they were; Diego with a heart broken, Ace with his fists clinched and Cameron with tears running down. But also, there was a little boy who had found a security place behind his mother. Edmund had to act. “Mr. Ace Linar?” Ace just looked at Edmund.

The omega pictured the tree coming to life, its roots becoming healthy again and its branches filling up with leaves. Slowly the tree started to change. Little green leaves started to sprout all over the branches, filling it up with greenery. The omega gasped and stumbled back after the tree came back to life again. Her legs were wobbling but she was smiling at what she had done. Keiran was beside her in a second, gripping her waist and holding her still. "Are you okay? " The alpha asked worriedly. "Y-Yeah, just a little dizzy, " The omega mustered up a small smile.

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.

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

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

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

The trunk snaps in the middle with a loud boom, the top half crashing into the dirt. Then, the air changes. A strange pulse vibrates through the mud. It feels like a heavy heartbeat throwing a wave through the entire forest floor. The water in the creek stops flowing downward. It begins to lift, tiny silver droplets floating up into the air toward the canopy. The ground beneath my paws rumbles. The roots of the giant trees groan, bending and twisting as if they are made of soft wax instead of old wood. The oak tree holding Betty begins to lean, its top branches dipping low toward the ground. She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently.