Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel Novels & Stories

The flame started to illuminate the paper. Aiko is always fascinated with anything luminous, especially the ones that stand out in the dark. She carefully placed her lantern down to make it float in the water. “She was the one who pursued me.” She heard Goo continued. He was almost out of breath as he was talking while blowing into his cupped hands. Aiko smirked at the guy next to her then watched her lantern move towards the others. The lanterns floating in the water is beautiful beyond words. She put her hands together and bowed. “May our wishes be granted.”

The sound of a baby's soft cry filled the meadow. Sora's face glowed with kindness, and Sage felt a warmth in his chest. She sat under a big oak tree, leaning against the trunk, and gazed lovingly at the baby girl in her arms. The baby, Octavia, grabbed Sora's hair with her tiny fingers and giggled softly.

Soaked. We are all soaked as we follow Zayn deeper into the forest; he’s leading us to where he saw the orb in his vision. The rain is pouring heavily and there are now flashes of lightning in the sky. The winds are cold and unforgiving and the ground is all mushy and wet. We have now passed the oak tree that I used to hide under. No one seems to be talking, we all just walk in silence until Zayn suddenly stops. “Here!” He says.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

As we approached the front entrance, I turned to face Rico, "Can we go back to the oak tree again?" "Why? Aren't you hungry?" He asked. "Yes I am but I feel drawn to the tree. I want to say goodnight before I sleep," I answered honestly, despite how weird I sounded. "Okay then, let's go." He said and we walked side by side again to the oak tree. The oak tree stood tall and majestic, its branches reaching out as if embracing the moon above. The air around it felt charged with a certain energy, a quiet strength that resonated deep within me.

“No Guardian crosses into the Oak’s heart. Only Whites, and their rejected mates, for judgment. You need to come deeper now, little one. The Oak wants to show you what you are. And what they’ll try to take from you tomorrow.” She held out her hand again. Behind her, the trunk of the Old Oak cracked open. Just a sliver. Enough to see white light pouring out from inside, glowing like it was made of snow. My mother screamed from outside the circle, “Amelia, don’t go in there!” Jax shouted, “Amelia, no!” But my white wolf, silent for eighteen years, was howling now, wild with joy, pulling me forward, straight toward the light inside the tree.

“By the way, if Lord Saint wants to borrow the village chief’s bloodline talent to negate the negative coercion from the Dead Zone, you need to have intercourse with the village chief! Chief, you have to act faster for the sake of Lord Saint’s safety!” Lena blushed. “I can do it anytime as long as Lord Saint has made a decision. We can do it now if you wish.” “Definitely not now,” Alex replied. “Currently, the Undying Clan ahead is performing a sacrifice. All the Undying Clan members are bleeding, their blood flowing toward a large bizarre tree. The huge eerie tree is pitch-black, and its trunk is covered with lumps. By the way, it can also bloom some kind of flower... like colorful mushroom

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

One by one, I placed them inside his backpack. The bag felt heavy, just like my chest. I touched the cold urn inside and sniffed hard. "Cyrus, Dad brought your textbooks home. When we get back to our hometown, I will read them to you every day. I will teach you how to study, okay?" I tried to smile, but tears fell onto my hands, each one cold. I was about to close the backpack when a deep voice suddenly spoke behind me. "What are you holding?" I hurriedly wiped my face and forced the conversation elsewhere. "Why are you back? Shouldn't you be with Phillip?"