Under The Oak Tree Novel Amazon Novels & Stories

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret. Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up. Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago. I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.

It felt like a deep, green patience. “I feel the tree,l.” I murmured. “Good, now, don’t pull from it. Don’t push at it. Just… introduce yourself.” Introduce myself to a tree? But I focused on that green pulse and imagined my own presence, not my power, just me. Luca. Scared, determined, in love. The oak’s pulse didn’t change. But the air around me grew still. The watching birds fell silent. “Open your eyes.” I did. A single, perfect acorn lay at my feet. It hadn’t been there before.

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.

While I contemplated my options, Sarai’s voice flooded my consciousness. “Meet me at the heart of the forest…” Suddenly, it felt like I’d struck gold - The heart of the forest, the heart of the farmland. I couldn’t forget that if I tried. Careful so I don’t get followed, I hurried towards the heart of the farmland, dragging my book and shovel along. I got to a point and looked up - A white oak tree stood before me. Without a second thought, I walk towards it and dig a pocket hole - big enough to size the book. I marked the spot on the tree and returned the same way I came - praying no one saw me.

He draped it over his shoulder. Kade always did things with purpose, so it was nice just to meander, no destination or agenda in mind, talking to Eliza as they wallowed in the lazy afternoon. It pleased him Skylar hadn’t cultivated the stereotypical suburban lawn, but allowed the landscape remain natural. Rugged. A backdrop of long, gold and brown grasses, stubby groundcover the color of cinnamon, sagebrush, and the occasional yellow daisy popped up, all blended seamlessly past the barbed wire fence and across the pasture. An oak tree with gnarled branches grew in the middle of the backyard. Usually only scrub oak survived and they never reached that size. He stopped under the canopy of shad

The oak tree was older than the Hale fortune, its branches gnarled and thick, stretching over the stone wall like reaching fingers. I didn’t think about the physics of it. I didn’t think about the silk-blend sweater or the way the rough bark bit into my palms, scraping away the "pampered" layer of my skin to reveal the girl underneath who used to climb fire escapes to get to the roof of her apartment. I shoved my foot into a notch in the trunk, my breath hitching as a sharp pain bloomed in my side. Not now, I thought, pressing a hand to my stomach. Just a little further.

The morning air should have been sweet. It should have tasted like the promise of a new life. But as the sun rose over the First Den, the sky took on a dull, metallic sheen. The golden wheat fields were no longer dancing. They stood still, as if they were afraid to move. In the center of the valley, the Great Oak Tree stood tall. Its leaves were a deep, vibrant violet, pulsing with the soft rhythm of Kaima’s heartbeat. She was the wind. She was the soil. Every breath the wolves took was a gift from her.

“She’s lying. She’s not my mum. Allie is my mum. Allie is.” But the silver glow of Anna’s hair burned in my mind, chasing me no matter how far I ran. It was the same as mine. Exactly the same. I stumbled to a stop by a massive oak tree, its roots twisting out of the ground like veins. My lungs screamed for air, and I bent forward, gasping, clutching at my knees. Sweat slid down my temples. My hands trembled so badly I pressed them against the rough bark just to hold myself steady. The tree’s strength seeped into me, old and unmoving, even as I shook like a leaf in a storm.

Instinct, honed in recent weeks of coaxing and pleading with the world, flared. She reached, not with hands but with the core of her, toward the earth beneath the tree. *Wait,* she begged. *Just a heartbeat. Not on me.* The ember in her chest surged, burning white-hot. The soil under the falling trunk heaved. Not enough to stop its momentum. Enough to twist it a fraction. The massive oak crashed down barely a hand’s-breadth from where she lay, branches whipping, a spray of leaves and broken twigs raining over her.