Under The Oak Tree Light Novels & Stories

We sat there under the oak tree as the sun continued its descent, and I let myself exist in this moment without thinking about anything else. For now, this was enough.

Triss had mentioned we could find them in a certain part of the forest they considered home. I had no idea how long I'd be walking with no luck when I came across a large field of oak trees. I didn't know how but I felt it right before I saw it. The tiny flare of warm light at the bottom of the tree gave everything around them a silvery cast. A Moon wisp.

Not after everything we had been through. The darkness outside hit me like a punch to the gut. It meant we had been tortured for most of the day. The moon was small, barely casting any light. It was the end of another lunar month, and that didn’t make things easier. Normally, Xavier and I could move through the night like it was nothing—our night vision sharp, our bodies built for it. But tonight, we were barely keeping our eyes open. We stumbled and partially dragged each other toward the backyard. And there it was. The oak tree. The very one that had brought us here. We collapsed against its thick, ancient trunk, both of us breathing heavily.

It began with a cryptic message delivered to our doorstep, a message that hinted at a hidden truth yet to be discovered. "Amelia, Ethan," the letter read, "there is more to your story than you realize. Seek the forgotten sanctuary beneath the old oak tree at midnight, and you shall find the key to unlocking the next chapter." Intrigued and filled with a sense of trepidation, we followed the instructions and arrived at the designated spot under the cover of darkness. The moon's gentle glow filtered through the branches, casting an ethereal light on the ground below. As we approached the ancient oak tree, a soft breeze whispered secrets through its leaves, beckoning us forward.

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

"Edmund. Yes." "I will start tonight," he says. "On the porch. While the light is still good." He pauses. "The street looks different in August. Did I tell you that? The oak tree is doing something specific with the afternoon light. I have been trying to get it into a poem for three weeks." "Tell me," I say. He tells me. About the oak tree in August and the specific quality of the afternoon light coming through the full canopy and the way it falls on the sidewalk below in broken pieces, all warmth and abundance, the tree is at its most generous, giving everything it has.

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.”

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.

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.

Jet nodded in agreement. "Hush. Drop your negative thoughts. I didn't forgot that day that's why I'm helping you out. For now, let's take some rest under that tree. Looks like it's prepared for us," Light confidently said and started making his way inside the forest. Just what he said, a wide and tall tree sits in the distance. Raze squinted his eyes and tilted his head while tailing their senior. It's not there when they first came at the woods, Did they used a different route? Maybe not for the mark on the road says otherwise.