Under The Oak Tree Light Novels & Stories

“We made sure not to touch the scene, it’s exactly as we found it.” Matthias nodded, expression grim as he stepped past her. And there she was, laid out at the base of a oak tree that was older than the pack itself. Its branches twisted up ahead in a ghostly sort of canopies, leaves swaying in the airless night as strips of moonlight filtered in through, falling to the forest floors like ribbons of silver.

Fern's Perspective The night was deep, and the moonlight cast a faint glow through the heavy clouds, illuminating the dark woods. My heart raced as my silhouette moved stealthily among the shadows of the trees, barely making a sound. Despite the seemingly peaceful surroundings, I knew I was venturing into dangerous territory. Every cautious step I took was filled with apprehension and determination; I desperately needed to see Oliver and find out what information he had. Moving quickly and carefully along the path, I finally arrived at the designated spot—a small clearing surrounded by ancient trees. The moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting a serene glow on the grass below. I too

He offered his wide hand, “Let me help you.” “I can help myself.” I stood, and shook off the dirt off my skirt. He just shrugged, “Okay.” He continued and went under the oak. It was only a bit higher than Gabriel, but taller for me that I was able to raise my head high and see its perfect oddity. Its shrunken trunk and all that was connected to it had perfect shade of homey brown and its foliage was thick, but there were spaces that allowed rays of sunshine to pass through it.

he cut me off, tightening his grip on me while looking at me convincingly. He said we will just go and get something to eat, then why do we have to go in this direction? It creeps the hell out of me. We continued strolling, while I keep on roaming my eyes around. The sun will about to set and night starting to envelop the whole area. I trust Quir, but I don't trust this place. "Are you sure it is safe to—" "We're here," I instantly agape when I saw an oak tree and has several lights on its twigs. There's a ladder made of rope that connected to the treehouse above, so I turned to Quir and ask him.

Levi gets that about me, maybe that’s why he invited me to go somewhere else. Levi led me into the forest, just beyond the reek and found a hill with an old oak tree sitting at the top of it. Various flowers around the blue color pave the path towards it. Under the moonlight, they are twinkling, like the stars above them. I stop for a moment, mesmerized by the beauty of the place. “You coming?” Levi asks, snapping me out of my trance. “Yeah, I’m coming,” Levi sits by the tree and I follow suit.

The accumulation of fifteen years of being together had made the arrangement more fully itself, not less. They stood under the oak. The June light came through the full canopy in the specific quality of the filtered summer light — green and warm and particular. The oak's trunk was wide — wider than Ernest could reach around, wider than two people could reach around together. The bark was rough, the texture of the old oak, the specific pattern of ridges and crevices that had formed over decades. The roots spread out from the base, some of them visible above the ground, the evidence of the tree's underground life.

According to Zephyr, they only moved in the dark and I could find at least one of them if I called out to them. I went deep into the garden, where the giant oak trees hid everything even the light of the moon. I didn’t know how well my plan was going to work so it sort of took some courage before I called on them “Shadows of the Alpha, your Luna besieges you. Come, hear her command.” I waited. I didn’t stay for more then a second before the leaved began to rustle. Our of the branches, two of them fell from. They landed before me and knelt down on one knee, bowing.

"Meet me tonight at midnight. The old oak tree beside the river. The words made me shudder down my back. The old oak tree stood in a quiet area covered in murmurs and mysteries. Under the cover of darkness, lovers met here, their trysts kept from view. One thousand questions whirled around my head. What had Kavan planned for me? Was this a secret meeting, an opportunity to investigate the forbidden attraction buzzing between us? Alternatively, was it more of a sinister, a trap set by a wolf trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?

There she was. Sat on a bench alone under an oak tree. There were three or four students loitered in Freedom park, most of the students must have gone home. A lot of oak trees were planted in this park that gave comforting shade to the students. Birds chirped transferring from one tree to another. Some of the trees were planted for almost a hundred years now. Orange clouds now appeared in the sky and the grayness of the area was illuminated faintly with the lamp posts.

Someone is still sending messages. A photograph. The apartment building. Taken from across the street. The angle is low, familiar. The photographer was standing in the shadow of the old oak tree, the same tree that has been there for every photograph, every threat, every rose, every rabbit, every note. The leaves are bare. The branches are like bones reaching for the dark sky. The streetlights are on. The light is dim. The tree is old.