Under The Oak Tree Novel 272 Novels & Stories

It began leaking… Before I could overthink it, I stood with Liam in my arms and laid him slowly on the bed. I kicked my boots off and Without tearing my eyes from his beautiful face, went on and removed his pants. Once he was completely naked in my arms and squirming under my gaze, I spread his legs and ogled him openly. “Aren't you going to do anything?” He whined gasping harshly, chasing my lips in the process, but I pushed him on his back.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

“It can’t be any other tree than that. Aunty Corvina told me that I couldn’t miss it, and she was right. I did—” He freezes in his spot, staring down at where we left Corvina’s car, as he stops his pointing gesture mid-air. We observe him confused before we follow his gaze to the spot beneath the thick branches of the oak tree. “Where is the car?” he asks lowly, getting my heart to skyrocket in anxiety. “Where is the fucking car?” I blink several times as I think I must be imagining things. The oak tree is still standing there, its branches giving shadows to an now empty spot.

“We made sure not to touch the scene, it’s exactly as we found it.” Matthias nodded, expression grim as he stepped past her. And there she was, laid out at the base of a oak tree that was older than the pack itself. Its branches twisted up ahead in a ghostly sort of canopies, leaves swaying in the airless night as strips of moonlight filtered in through, falling to the forest floors like ribbons of silver.

The sun beat down hard, urging them toward the wide patch of shade cast by a sprawling oak tree at the edge of the grounds. “Jesus, Lila. How can you be fine staying with someone like that? He looks so terrifying, and I still haven’t gotten his cold face out of my mind. Jeez,” Tessa said, shaking her head as they both sat on the backless bench under the tree. Lila chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I?” she said, lifting her cup of iced coffee and taking a sip.

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre

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.

“Hold on to me. Don’t let go, okay? Just like before. Do you remember?” She nodded and held on. The branch beneath my feet cracked as I shimmied back toward the trunk, lowering one foot down to the next. But the one I was going to put my foot on fell away before I could touch it, sending up a plume of sparks. Nora coughed and buried her face in my hair. I looked down, gauging where to put my feet. The base of the tree was burning properly now, bark peeling back from the heat, the roots going black. The branch split another inch under my feet. Nora’s hands tightened around my neck.

What had I expected from an Alpha who left me for dead twice in one moon? The packhouse throbbed with life. Laughter echoed off timber beams. Azure and gold banners hung from rafters—symbols of spring births. An oak arch framed the entrance, carved with words that stopped my breath: "Blessings Upon the Heir Luca Ashford." Not merely Lysandra 's pup-blessing. Tonight marked the second turning of our mating. The anniversary of when Leon marked me beneath the full moon. Not a single white iris—blooms I had planted myself—graced any corner.

Birds and cricket songs are replaced by total silence, we can even hear the twigs and branches breaking underneath our legs as we walk on them. I can hear Owen's heavy breaths, even his hard swallowing. The air suddenly changes, when we get to a small opening after the thickets. There are seven tall trees, taller than the rest, which surround an old cabin. It practically looks deserted. The trees look so strange and peculiar. I have been to the woods before, but I have never come across such trees. I walk slowly towards the cabin, Owen is one step ahead of me and his hand is wrapped protectively around my waist.