Under The Oak Tree Ep 1 Novels & Stories

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.

I grin and the nymph pauses and nods. "It must be a mighty oak, tall and sturdy and located in the same place as my last," she growls, eyeing me curiously. I nod and hold out my hand. She reluctantly put her boney hand in mine and I searched her mind for the location. We appeared at the dead stump and I could sense the creature's sadness. I felt like an ass and manifested my staff. I tapped the tree stump and stood back as the branches began to shoot upward, they spread open and covered themselves with thick foliage. I grinned and looked down at Euclea.

As we approached the front entrance, I turned to face Rico, "Can we go back to the oak tree again?" "Why? Aren't you hungry?" He asked. "Yes I am but I feel drawn to the tree. I want to say goodnight before I sleep," I answered honestly, despite how weird I sounded. "Okay then, let's go." He said and we walked side by side again to the oak tree. The oak tree stood tall and majestic, its branches reaching out as if embracing the moon above. The air around it felt charged with a certain energy, a quiet strength that resonated deep within me.

We sat beneath an enormous oak near the edge of the training field. Orion stared up at it. “What?” “Trees in your world are strange.” I looked at the oak. “That’s a normal tree.” “Exactly.” “What do your trees look like?” “Some move.” “Move how?” “Walk.” I blinked. “Your trees walk?” “Some.” “Why?” “Why don’t yours?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. “Okay. Fair.” He smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile without my father immediately interrupting.

He lunged for my hand. The Oak moved first. One of its dead branches, thick as a man’s leg, creaked and dropped fast between us, slamming into the ground right at his knees, kicking up dead leaves in a violent spray. Kaden scrambled back, terrified. No, a voice said. Not Mara’s. Deeper. Older. The tree itself, vibrating up through my feet, through my hair, through the mark on my neck. No second mark in my circle. Mara nodded, like this was expected.

providing the male Alpha guidance they desperately needed to understand their unique nature. Oscar dropped the logs onto the ground and walked over to the fallen oak, whistling softly as he inspected the shattered wood. "An eighty-year-old oak tree," Oscar said, shaking his head with a mixture of awe and concern. "Amora, your son just snapped a mature hardwood tree with a raw, unrefined pup-strike. When I was four years old, the most I could do was scratch the paint off my father’s truck."

A bee buzzes somewhere while a breeze ruffles the nearby giant oak tree leaves. With a clutch of fear in my heart, I feel light-headed as if I might be sick. A tree house settled high in the branches of a giant oak tree, and a dirty old green hose snaked across the lawn. A fence collapsing "You will have to put some effort into your grandma's devotion" Officer Stephanie encouraged looking around like she was searching for something.

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”

“We know what this is like since we had an attack on our pack.” I glance back at Kane and realize he’s not just being vigilant and quiet because of safety, but because this must be genuinely triggering for him. I see my shed up ahead and sigh, stopping in front of a huge oak tree, “This is it,” I say, touching the bark. “The tree is the entrance, but I don’t know how to get in.” I wonder if anyone made it inside? Did Veronica escape? I know the women that were in the van had the chance to.

The morning air should have been sweet. It should have tasted like the promise of a new life. But as the sun rose over the First Den, the sky took on a dull, metallic sheen. The golden wheat fields were no longer dancing. They stood still, as if they were afraid to move. In the center of the valley, the Great Oak Tree stood tall. Its leaves were a deep, vibrant violet, pulsing with the soft rhythm of Kaima’s heartbeat. She was the wind. She was the soil. Every breath the wolves took was a gift from her.