Under The Oak Tree Novel 121 Novels & Stories

" “What did the letter say again about the destination my Luna? “ I took out the letter from my pocket and read it out loud. "We will find an unusual oak tree. It has three branches only and its roots run through the forest. The tree is what we will see before we see an old pathway that leads to the village gates. My son will be waiting for you at the entrance to lead you on so that the citizens will not attack you as a strange face.” Dion chuckled. "The map is indeed easy it decipher, everything,” he said sarcastically and I could not help but laugh too. "I think we should trace any root that seems to extend very far. Since the letter says the tree's roots extend through the forest.”

Two little canines flashed in a silly, sweet grin—adorable as hell. I narrowed my eyes at her and whispered, "What are you doing in there? Get out!" But instead of listening, she only pushed further. Her soft little hand slipped inside. A wave of unbearable tingling shot through me. I curled my toes hard into the floor, every muscle tensed against the deep, bone-tickling itch. I fought to keep my body from giving anything away—there were too many people watching. "Max, what's with this lump here? Let me rub it for you," she said, her face the picture of innocence.

At last it dipped low, guiding the child toward a solitary tree at the heart of the garden—an ancient oak, twisted and gnarled, its bark split open like scars. Amilek halted before it. His chest rose and fell, but not with breath of his own; his body seemed only a vessel waiting for command. The owl landed silently upon a crooked branch overhead, talons clutching the wood with slow, deliberate pressure. The garden held its breath. Not a cricket stirred, not a breeze touched the leaves. Amilek stood still as stone, his white eyes fixed upon the dark hollow in the tree's trunk…waiting. He was motionless before the oak. For a long moment, there was only silence.

It wasn't much but it still was something. A new gate had been put to prevent just anyone from getting access to the male hostel. The gate was black, and tall — almost thrice as tall as Harold, and looked like it was crowned with prongs. Harold wondered if any of the changes was because of what had happened last semester. He didn't let that bother him. He reached the gate. Right before he got in, to his right, a young man with a permanent scowl on his face sat under the sun. He had a desk before him and a lot of paperwork sprawled all around.

Not only is he very unpredictable, but he won’t say a word. ”He's tenacious.” Audrey bites her lower lip and finally spits out two words. Audrey takes a glance at the door and sighs. She turns to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Kai plops himself on a white sofa and takes out his phone. His eyes unconsciously light up upon seeing a certain person’s text. Oakley pushes the door, and a lot of breathtaking paintings fill his gaze. His eyes fall on the painting, and his expression becomes serene. [Two high school boys stood under the tree, one slightly tall and the other short. The short one raised his head to stare at the person while the tall one lowered his head to gaze at the shorter person, t

I murmured. POV: Darius Kai always forgot one thing: He ruled the forest. But I ruled the dark between the trees. I leaned against an old oak some distance from the ridge, hands in my pockets, head tilted back to watch the moon carve silver through the branches. The pack’s tension rolled through the roots like heat. Kai’s anger. Rowan’s panic. The girl’s awakening. And underneath all of it— the old one. Stirring. Testing. Amused.

POV: Iris The forest paths of Oakwood were quiet that evening, the sun dipping low behind the dense treeline and casting long, wavering shadows across the earth. I moved carefully, my senses alert to every sound—the snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a lone wolf. Oakwood was familiar now, yet it carried secrets beneath its comforting canopy, and tonight, instinct prickled along my spine.

The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise. I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?

Chapter 113: The orange tree. Ike entered his two-acre enclosed garden and scanned for the queen. Shay's typically regal form sat hunched on the bench under his orange tree. The glass ceiling of the yard was being pelted with rain as she wept softly. Ike paused as he considered what to say to the only mother figure he'd had in his life.