Under The Oak Tree Novel 2 Novels & Stories

“That’s it! I quit. I suck.” I turned to look at what she was making. She had gotten 20% of the starting drawing right, but in time lost touch of everything. I laughed lightly and took the book for inspection. The pages fluttered, and behind the unfinished busy subway, I saw a few more colourful drawings and sketches. I turned the page, and was greeted by the sight of a huge green tree. At first glance it looked really majestic. Because all you will notice at first are the thick heavy branches. But in time, when you keep looking, you will see the differences.

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

“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.

They needed to keep moving, to find ways to get out of the area. Anna guided Luna through the forested area until they reached a tiny clearing. Their movements were muted by a thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet. Luna couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched, but she knew Anna would keep them safe. A large, gnarled oak stood in the center of the clearing, shimmering in the moonlight. Anna approached the tree and spoke inaudibly beneath her breath. The trunk of the tree suddenly broke open, revealing a hidden corridor.

She knows where she is going and she will not stop until she gets there. The woods look just as Eloise remembers it, only slightly thicker. Eloise holds her dress up as she walks, trying to prevent the hems from getting caught in thorns and tearing like they did the last time she was here. Her exposed ankles touch the leaves and the grass, and the morning dew wets her skin. The path has not changed much so Eloise knows exactly where she is going. When Eloise sees the oak tree standing in the distance, she wants to turn around and return to her house but she keeps walking. It is the same oak tree where she and Mary Lou hid on that night while the terror happened just a few feet from them.

The eldest among them spoke, "Luna, Alpha Burst, include these stories in the next chapters. Let the pack know of the challenges faced and overcome. It is through understanding our past that we pave the way for a harmonious future." Luna and Alpha Burst, expressing their gratitude, took leave from the elders' palace. As they returned to the sacred tree, Luna spoke to Alpha Burst, "The elders' insights will add depth to the Book of Luna. Let us write of our triumphs and tribulations, creating a narrative that resonates through time." Underneath the sacred tree, surrounded by the enchanted aura of Nampa, Luna and Alpha Burst continued their task. The Book of Luna expanded with each stroke of t

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.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

she whispered. She slipped away from the camp without making a sound. The forest changed after midnight, and the air felt colder. The whispers became clearer, not words, just distant voices. Lila walked confidently through twisting roots and hanging vines. She never looked lost; she moved as if she had walked this path before. After several minutes, she stopped before an enormous white oak. Its trunk was wider than a house. The bark carried hundreds of carved wolf symbols; Lila pressed the silver key into one. The tree split open.