Under The Oak Tree Free Novels & Stories

There was a small table with a button on it off to the far side of the enclosure. Trees and shrubs hid the metal fencing, but they were done in such a way that it felt like she was out in the middle of the woods rather than just off the side of a hotel. Snow floated down, melting in the rising steam of the hot water. “This is amazing,” Holly whispered. She knew that Blue Aspen was fancy, but this took fancy to a whole new level. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. “Graham is mad that I rented it out before he did,” Nathan told her with a chuckle. “It’s an annual competition between us as to who can get to it first. He won last year, I got this year.”

I see a figure not far off, waiting for me. Gently, the figure says, “listen my child, I am the voice of your history.” Their words are like a melody in the wind. I can’t tell who they are yet, but they are familiar to me. I pause at the edge of the tree line and look around. Nerves wrack my body, even as my excitement grows. I am panting heavily from the length of running I’ve had to do to get here. To be with this person. “Don’t be afraid,” the figure says again, their words gentle as they hold out a hand towards me. “You answered my call, so now I’ll set you free.”

She is mother nature herself, the queen of all living beings. "Let's go, Cody. And to answer the question in your head. Yes, I was alive the day the world was born and the sun god and moon goddess were wed. I sang at their wedding, and danced under the shooting stars." The oak is large and is the oldest tree I have ever seen. It must be a thousand years old. "This tree is a thousand years old, Cody. And you have nothing to worry about, these are the luna lilies we have been searching for. Thank you, for helping us. You are free to go back to the Wolf People Clan."

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.

Garcia. 1hour 30minutes later, "We're here let's go" Mr. Garcia whispered to us and we slowly started moving ourselves to the exit. When we finally got out of the bus the first thing we thought of doing was taking a picture, "Benjamin, please come take a picture of us" "Sure" I think a stranger overheard us, then she said... "I can also take it for you, so you can join", "Ahh, yes thank you" so we took as many pictures as necessary a started sharing ourselves in groups, to go to different streets to advertise, but then we realized.

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ DARVIN. I leaned my body against the tree as I lit my cigarette. My eyes roamed around the forest grounds. Felix, Katya, Nicole, Zahra, and Leandro went inside the pack house to have their own group while the rest settled on the big bonfire inside the forest just south of the pack house. Everyone was seated around a bonfire that the Beta lit up and was enjoying alcoholic drinks except for Sofia and Luna Nadia. My heart clenched at the sight of my sisters.

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

“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

“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.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .