Under The Oak Tree Novel 272 Novels & Stories

“More tongue, kids. “Prove you deserve each other. Your dad gets back tomorrow, make him proud.” Cade grabbed Nora’s waist harder, leaned in again, really selling it this time. Noah was shaking with second-hand embarrassment and rage. Then he took one step forward to grab Nora’s arm—and walked straight under the branches. A single golden leaf drifted down and landed on his shoulder. Dead. Silence. Every phone lowered. Aunt Carla’s mouth fell open. Aunt Denise whispered, “Did the tree just…?” Cade froze. Noah went white. Nora looked like she was about to scream “PLOT TWIST.”

DOMINIC The oak tree was smaller than I expected. I stood on the corner of Cherry Lane at twenty past twelve, in a borrowed coat and a grey cap, looking at a green school gate and an old tree beside it. The withered old leaves covered the pavement and behind the brick, children were shouting. “This is it” I said to myself. “No one is looking at me.”

Mile back through woods, Old Oak that scattered me stood. Old Oak that scattered me was big, bigger than any tree in Wolf Creek, bigger than any tree in White Village woods, trunk as wide as three cabins, bark black not brown, roots above ground like white wolves sleeping, branches dead but not dead, reaching up to northern lights green pink white. Old Oak that scattered me had hole in middle where it threw me. Hole where it had thrown me into circle of white wolves who tore my fur dress and white circle burned Harlan. Hole that sealed behind me after I went through mile of frozen woods that should kill Guardians who break scatter.

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

[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.]

I doubled down by crying out, “Would he give you a happy pat on the back if you allow something to happen to his unborn pups due to too much heat?” “No please, go on please. But at least let me escort you to make sure you're safe.” He offered. I bent over and cried out again, adding some convulsive shakes to the drama. “Ah, please just go quickly!” He conceded. I smiled out of the corner of my mouth as I left him. Fool. It wasn't such a long walk before I saw the oak tree described by the note-sender. I couldn't see anyone there. I went closer till I got to the tree itself. I stood there, looking around.

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

Oak began in a monotonous voice that sounded like he was reading a script. But I didn’t care. As long as he got me results, the man could sound like a robot if he wished. “I spent a few days searching the area and discreetly questioning the people there. Nothing came up until yesterday.” “By stroke of pure luck, I had been asking around when she walked past me,” Oak continued. “The man standing beside her in that picture was actually one of the people I first questioned a few days ago. He owned a bar in the town.” Then his voice hardened as he added, “They must have figured out that their cover was close to getting blown and were trying to change location.”