Under The Oak Tree Full Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"Our journey, my love, has been nothing short of extraordinary. The garden, this tree, and the principles we hold dear have transformed not only our lives but the lives of countless others." Roberick nodded, his gaze fixed on the ancient oak. "We have witnessed the enduring power of love, wisdom, and justice. Our legacy is not confined to our kingdom; it is a legacy of inspiration and hope for the world." As they stood beneath the ancient oak, bathed in the moon's gentle glow, they shared a moment of silent communion with the tree. It was a moment of gratitude for the life they had built together and for the principles that had guided them.

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 . . .

Golden wheat plants danced in the wind as the sun inched towards the horizon in the distance, plunging the entire world into a gentle, golden hour. In the distance, there was a little hilltop on the side, with a single oak tree in the middle. My dad once told me that the tree was so precious to the farmer who owned the wheat field that he didn’t cut it down, even when his humble farm grew and made him a millionaire. Beneath that oak tree, there was a figure. Something told me to go to them, and I followed. As I grew closer, climbing up the hilltop, the figure grew clearer and clearer.

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.

"He was stubborn. He was loud. He took up space. He did not die easily. He was not supposed to die at all." Damon stood up. "Come on." "Where are we going." "To the nursery. We are buying an oak tree." --- The nursery was crowded. Even on a Tuesday. Even in the fall. People buying mums and pumpkins and bags of soil. Damon walked to the back. Found the trees. "Oak," he said to the man behind the counter. "What kind." "The kind that lasts." The man looked at him. Looked at me. Did not ask questions.

‘It’s working. I opened my eyes and the oak tree filled out. The grass regenerated. The branches straightened out and reached for the sky. The cries of pain turned to orchestras of jubilation. ‘You actually did it.’ Orion folded his arms over his chest. A cocky grin plastered on his face. ‘You sound so surprised.’

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

The night was dark and cold as the crickets in the night only made the sound out of the silence of the vast dark woods. Kael was holding the rope of the horse following them while Luna was carrying a small torch. She led him towards the big tree up ahead. Kael saw a thick rope hanging on the branch of the tree. He looked up and noticed that the tree was alive not like the rest of the trees in the dark woods and the branches above rose a little higher than the dead trees. The big tree has a dark and oaky wood. The leaves were big and rose above the branches.