Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel Novels & Stories

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.

asked Hayden, no longer feigning disinterest. "Of course, it could, but it won’t. Knowledge is a powerful and therefore dangerous thing. The tree will not help to further corrupt the already corrupted. It will not let its knowledge be used to crush kingdoms, outwit foes or garner fame. The Omniscient Oak is fed by the waters of the River of Jaded Wanderers. The river is similar to the Faded Dreams' River but unlike the Forest of Faded Dreams it does not accept all requests. Drinking the Jaded Wanderers' Water does nothing. The tree acts like a judge of sorts, answering few questions but giving much clearer and more detailed answers than the Faded Dreams' Water.

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

“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

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

With determination, I set my course towards the river, a path well-worn by villagers during the day as they washed their clothes. As I drew nearer to the river, the sound of Orion's voice guided my stealthy approach, prompting me to seek cover behind a towering tree. From my vantage point, I observed Orion seated on a massive rock by the riverbank, accompanied by a chestnut-haired girl who must be Nova, the chief's daughter. I watched intently from my hiding spot, straining to make sense of the conversation between Orion and Nova. Unfortunately, it became evident that I had arrived late, as I struggled to grasp the context of their dialogue.

"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?

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

Mane slowly explained. When they first arrived, he could feel himself drawn to the Light Tree; almost as if there was something beneficial for him. He couldn’t quite understand it, so when he and Lily had decided to stay a few days, he had approached the tree. He used True Eyes on it (he didn’t tell Hildegarde this as he explained) and he found out that it was filled with Lightning! The light of the Light Tree never died because it was a resource born of Lightning. The sparks of lightning in its core were transferred to its leaves, and they converted this into actual light energy. But when these leaves were removed from the tree they lost their connection to their main source, so one wouldn’