Under The Oak Tree Fanfiction Novels & Stories

i said he got closer to me and gave me an awkward hug then let go got into his car and drove off. " That was....." " Weird.." val finished for me "yeah weird.." I said going into the house finally sleep time ZANE i knew the plan would work she literally came to me while i was sitting under the tree at school i made sure i didn't talk to her until she apologised and after she did my wolf howled in happiness. 'Dad was right' i said mentally 'Yeah he was..' juan said purring. When i asked for a date i thought she was going to reject the idea and probably insult me again

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

I got out of bed and texted Aaron to tell him to meet me on the patio. The lightning and dark clouds frightened me. Why hasn't my fear of rain overcome me, even after I've already defeated that monster? Standing on my patio under the dark sky made me so afraid that I decided to go back inside. I'll meet him somewhere else this morning. I don't think it's a good idea to wait for him on the terrace. I turned around to go back to my room. That's when my gaze fell on the oak tree. Thunder and lightning struck the oak tree, revealing a blood-stained face shining beneath it.

The voice called out from across, and then he began to walk towards us. "I would be waiting then," Nico turned to leave. "Hey man, you coming?" I recognised the face from the night in the cave. He was one of them. Nico turned to see me in shock. He understood that I could recognise his friend also, and then he gave me a look that warned me not to tell anyone about their secret. ****** Under the cover of darkness, I stood beneath the old oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and a feeling of fear, against something that might happen as I waited for Nico.

The old oak stood at the edge of the forest, its branches spreading wide like arms reaching for the sky. This was the tree where Kane had first kissed me, when we were fifteen and too young to understand what mates really meant. This was the tree where Ilsa had told me to pretend to cheat, to break his heart so he could go north and become something great. This was the tree where I had waited for him a hundred times, a thousand times, over the years. I waited. The sun rose higher. The dew dried on the grass. Birds sang in the branches above me. Kane didn't come.

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

A tense look clubbed with rage descended on Owen's face as he rode the horse cart further and said, "Lucas, where the hell are you? I hope you are safe!" Owen turned to the left and continued riding. ~~~~~~~ A smile descended on Skyla's lips as she concluded, "So, this forest has been helping me all this while! Thank you so much, Moon Forest!!" Gaping at the banyan tree where her body was wrapped in the roots and stuck at its trunk all the way to the top, Skyla said, "But for how long can I be up here, like this?! I need to get down!" Licking her lips, she said, "Thanks for helping me out, but dear tree, I want to get down, please help me!" Skyla said sweetly.

Not only is he very unpredictable, but he won’t say a word. ”He's tenacious.” Audrey bites her lower lip and finally spits out two words. Audrey takes a glance at the door and sighs. She turns to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Kai plops himself on a white sofa and takes out his phone. His eyes unconsciously light up upon seeing a certain person’s text. Oakley pushes the door, and a lot of breathtaking paintings fill his gaze. His eyes fall on the painting, and his expression becomes serene. [Two high school boys stood under the tree, one slightly tall and the other short. The short one raised his head to stare at the person while the tall one lowered his head to gaze at the shorter person, t

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.

a deep voice shouted behind us. I gasped, “Couldn’t you run faster?” “I’m doing the best I could, but their hungry machines are hard to beat.” “We need to distract them,” the shortest guy shifted back into his human form and mounted the other guy. A thin mist covered his body, almost replicating my sitting stance. Men with flashing lights wrecked the path on their big wheels. The forest moaned in pain—it wanted to scratch the ticks, but they had no hands to do the laborious task.