Under The Oak Tree Novel 273 Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.

The next morning, the forest seemed less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. The trees that once whispered comfort now stood like silent sentinels, watching, waiting. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something ancient had awakened beneath their roots, and it was reaching for me. I moved through the woods with cautious steps, Nyx prowling inside me, her senses sharpened and ready. The pack was restless too — whispers of the curse fluttered through the camp like dry leaves in the wind. No one said it aloud, but the tension was thick enough to taste.

The voice called out from across, and then he began to walk towards us. "I would be waiting then," Nico turned to leave. "Hey man, you coming?" I recognised the face from the night in the cave. He was one of them. Nico turned to see me in shock. He understood that I could recognise his friend also, and then he gave me a look that warned me not to tell anyone about their secret. ****** Under the cover of darkness, I stood beneath the old oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and a feeling of fear, against something that might happen as I waited for Nico.

"Where do you want me to put this for you?" I eyes Alexander who stood by the carriage, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. A smile threatened to escape my lips but I maintained my stoic expression. "Under that oak tree is fine, Theran," I said, trying not to let Alexander's amusement get to me. Theran gave me a small. now before walking over to the oak tree. I watched as he placed the stool beneath the tree shade, adjusting it slightly until it was seated in a perfect position. I gave Alexander one last glance, watching as he gracefully put down a crate from the carriage and turning just as he was about meeting my gaze, before walking over to the tree.

But I just shrug it off. “Daddy, what’s that huge tree?” Andre voice draws Carlton’s Attention from me. All eyes trails where he’s pointing at and there’s gigantic tree at a far end of the forest. Even as we are standing up on a wooden bridge it’s still so tall and has its branch sprouting out everywhere. The tree is so magnificent and would really get anyone bedazzled. The oak tree. “That’s the oak tree.” Carlton says and someone squeals beside Andre. Griffin. Then with his eyes widen in amazement he exclaims, “The royal tree of the forest!”

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous. His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from the oak, but they were nowhere to be found. He took a cautious tour around the tree, his little feet stumbling over the awkward roots. He secretly hoped they were simply hiding, ready to burst forth with laughter and startle him. He shuddered. Obligichaun looked again, but the forest was empty.

;Maia was reading a book under the tree in the backyard of the pack house. She has been there for almost half an hour, enjoying the wind and the sun. She has no plan to mess with the big bad wolf today because she was so sure that Oakley was not going to do her condition and he's probably irritated at her because of what she has done yesterday.