Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel

AQUA After Saint's death, Odin led Fawn and me to the pack boundary, the weight of our grief hanging heavily in the air. We journeyed for an entire day under a dense canopy of trees without taking a single break. Sunlight filtered through the tree, casting a path over me and my stepdaughter. I nearly stumbled over a root but managed to catch myself before I hit the ground. However, the sudden impact jolted Fawn awake, so I mumbled a soft apology before adjusting her to my body. Despite everything, the wolf didn't stop and continued to walk ahead of us.

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.

Nova smiled. “The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary.” After the unveiling, the crowd lit candles, one by one, and circled the oak tree like they had for generations. The tree glowed, the roots bathed in gold, the wind wrapping itself around old names and new stories. Grace whispered into the air: “Still us. Always.” Late into the night, Nova sat at the base of the oak tree alone, journal in her lap. She wrote: Tonight, I saw the fire come home.

“Kael… if you go, Ashwood collapses. The packs collapse. Everything you’ve bled for collapses. And Rhea will follow you into the grave.” Kael’s breathing tightened. Fenrak placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let me do this for you.” Violet stepped into the room behind them, her eyes red. “It’s time,” she whispered. --- The trek to the Ancient Oak was silent. Only the crackling of torches followed them as warriors marched through the forest. The ground trembled with something old, something waking beneath the soil. The Ancient Oak towered over them — massive, twisted, its roots half in the real world and half fading into swirling mist. The bark pulsed faintly like a beating heart.

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.

I manage to open it and I saw them all dead in front of me. '' Oh bloody shit!'' I shouted, trembling under the big oak tree, I saw a huge figure in the dark, only the eyes were bold, and I saw thick misery and pleasure at killing these rogues in his eyes, I didn't catch the colour but I know they were the same as the forest-dark.

[Third person POV] It was the night of a blood moon, the blood moon without a war, a small celebration under the blooming tree of the enchanted forest shifters surrounding the tree. Celebrating a union between two people, Avisa Aqua Photim marries Dean Stoker, surrounded by many friends and families. Ophelia and Arnoux sit with their little pup watching the union. Aloe is happily hugging Holden, who she has found love for after escaping a tragic fate with her evil mate, Jason. Kyrtos is happy to see his daughter happy. She has found her person and is doing what she loves the most. He cannot wait to hear more stories about her journeys when she comes back again.

Its sweeping branches stretched for the sky as if asking Lucian and Ravena to uncover the truth concealed inside its enchanted depths. Lucian and Ravena found themselves beneath the gnarled limbs of an oak tree one starry evening, propelled by their ravenous curiosity. As they anticipated a meeting with a mysterious man said to hold ancient wisdom, the air was electric with expectation. The quiet was broken by the subtle rustling of leaves, and a person emerged from the shadows. It was an ancient woman, her eyes glittering with wisdom gained over decades. As she greeted Lucian and Ravena, her voice was a lovely symphony.

“Don’t be scared. This might hurt a little.” I didn’t flinch and waited as the sparks of light was replaced by the vivid image of what Aunt Odessa was trying to show me. When I felt damp bristles tingled my feet, I opened my lids, and was immediately greeted by the groves of trees standing before my eyes with their thick branches hovering on top of me. The light from the moon illuminated the place, driving away the darkness as the breeze blew on my skin. Rustles of leaves that danced with the wind resounded through the place as the howls of werewolves filled my ears. Feeling a cold hand intertwined with mine, I flitted my eyes to the side and saw Aunt Odessa, roaming her eyes around the plac

Before I allow darkness to take over, the sounds of Vittorio's deep lullabies echos through the device. I remember that in my dream, Nathanial is in his teens. He is hugging someone goodbye, with his mark glowing underneath his wrist.