Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel Novels & Stories

I whispered against her lips. ​“I love you, my King of Shadows,” she replied. ​We stood together under the glowing, silver leaves of the Obsidian Tree, two souls that had found a way to bridge the impossible gap between light and dark. The world thought we were gone, but we were just beginning to breathe. The stars above were different now, closer, brighter, and entirely ours.

The moment we crossed the threshold, the world transformed. The endless sea vanished. The gray sky disappeared. In its place, we stood beneath an immense celestial tree. Its trunk was larger than mountains. Its branches stretched across infinity. Half its leaves glowed with brilliant silver light. The other half were black as midnight. Light and darkness existed together without conflict. Without war. Without fear. "It's beautiful," Wesley whispered. "It shouldn't exist." "It once did." The voice came from ahead. An old man sat beneath the tree. He wore simple white robes, with no crown, no armor, and no weapon. His long silver hair rested across his shoulders, and his eyes held both gold an

I am the same old me". Linking her arm in mine, we walked down the hallway. Then, finally, it was time for the ritual. The air was cool in Briarwood as we made our way to the sacred Oak Tree. Millions of stars were sprinkled over the black velvet sky, some large but most tiny pinpricks. The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night.

- he admitted. - I understand.- I said, and suddenly something flashed through my mind.- You're the boy I saw then...- I said, and seeing Oliver's lost gaze, continued.- After first coming to this house, I touched the bark of an old oak that grows right next to the wall separating the forest from the house. When I do something like that, trees or other plants show me what they saw happening around them, in their lifetime.- I explained in more detail.- And the oak showed me your family, you, your sister... I didn't watch it till the end though, since I felt that the oak wanted to show me some bad events, so I didn't immediately associate it all with you.- I added later with a slight guilt wri

The morning air should have been sweet. It should have tasted like the promise of a new life. But as the sun rose over the First Den, the sky took on a dull, metallic sheen. The golden wheat fields were no longer dancing. They stood still, as if they were afraid to move. In the center of the valley, the Great Oak Tree stood tall. Its leaves were a deep, vibrant violet, pulsing with the soft rhythm of Kaima’s heartbeat. She was the wind. She was the soil. Every breath the wolves took was a gift from her.

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

*Logan* I stood beneath the sprawling branches of the ancient oak tree, the air heavy with the scent of pine and earth. Evening light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows at my feet. I was supposed to concentrate on my connection with Gunnar and regaining my memories, but my attention wandered relentlessly.

Not with fire. But with light. A soft golden shimmer pulsed beneath the charred bark, veins of memory awakening. Leaves unfolded—not flames, not embers, but living radiance, glowing like a thousand whispered stories. The roots hummed beneath Ori’s feet. The air held its breath. Ori gasped. “It’s not hot,” he whispered to no one. And then, as if the tree could hear thought as easily as breath, a voice rose in the clearing—gentle, neither female nor male, neither old nor young.

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.”

Chapter 5 Damien pressed himself flat against the rough bark of the ancient oak, ears ringing with the thunder of his own heartbeat. The moon’s pale light glimmered through the canopy, picking out the faint shapes of Tanya and her cloaked companions as they prowled around the clearing. They were so close he could see the tension in Tanya’s posture, the tight angle of her shoulders as she lifted her chin, scanning the shadows with cold determination.