Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel 소설 & 이야기

I hope I gave you a satisfying ending and that it was worth the long wait. With that being said, I will be closing this book, Under the Moonlight, until I'm ready to write Jenny and Sebastian's story. ❤ But the good news for those who were with me from Book 1 up until now is that Jace and Amara (Jake&Clair and Aeon&Alexa's pups) will spearhead the ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE series, the next generation of the Black Shadow Pack. Their book title is SHE'S THE LUNA I WANT and will go live on Goodnovel / Buenovela on March 1st or 2nd.

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

Elara felt a prickle of awe, a sense of being in the presence of something truly extraordinary. They emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. In the center, a gnarled oak tree stood sentinel, its branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath its ancient boughs, the ground was carpeted with soft, dewy moss. Kael nudged her gently towards it, a clear invitation to rest.

Echo 's POV: The crowd followed the guards into the dark forest. It was a vast forest full of oak trees. The moonlight poured down like thin veil tonight, but the forest was still too dark just like its name -Dark Forest. Now the forest was quiet except for the crow. The torches lit up the acorns on the ground. Squirrels fled wildly. I trudged to Jenna's "secret base." Sure enough, Jenna was there! But she seemed wounded, sitting down in the doorway, pale, but not like her Vampire-white, even whiter.

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

Their sprawling branches danced gracefully to the tunes of the nocturnal breeze, casting playful, shifting shadows on the ground below, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and darkness. Within the heart of this verdant sanctuary, Silas had pinpointed a location revered by his kind and known intimately only to a handful of werewolves: a serene clearing, protected and encircled by venerable oak trees. These mighty oaks, having braved countless storms and witnessed numerous cycles of life and death, bore the marks of time on their gnarled barks. If one paid close attention, it felt as if these trees whispered sagas of bygone eras, their hushed voices carrying tales of valor, love, and betraya

“Alright! Alright! My bad! I know you don’t do your niece! That’s completely incest!” The girl laughed as she received a stern look from Silas. I bowed my head. I just looked at the noisy dry leaves whenever I stepped on them. Do they have a relationship? The girl was just laughing at his irritability. They seemed used to each other. “What tree is this?” I asked while touching the big tree we stopped at. “Oak tree,” the girl replied shortly and stood beside me. We were out of the forest, but this area still seemed to belong to the homeowner. There was not a single person in sight, and only one type of tree was planted. The environment here is pure green—with dark green grass, big oak trees,

I said in objection. “Your hands are ice cold,” he stated, creating friction. With pursed lips, I let him do what he wanted to do and gazed into the pouring rain. There were three oak trees in front of the house, thick moss-covered the tree trunk, and the branches were scarce of leaves. Dark clouds covered the horizon, and flickers of distant lightning sliced through the skyline. One, two, three lightning caressed the sky, and then a powerful gust of wind swept by the same time Paul lifted my hands to his mouth, blowing warm breath on it.

“Morrigan! Come Kiara, Morrigan will lead us to safety.” Kaira was half delirious in my arms as we stumbled farther into the ever-deepening forest, the oak trees bare of leaves with the fur trees providing some cover for us. Kaira groaned and I leaned us up against a tree to catch my breath. A tingle of power snaked through my back as I made contact with the tree and I spun, staring.