Under The Oak Tree Novel Forum Novels & Stories

As soon as the car stopped rolling, Dominic gave Leesa a quick thumbs up—the signal they had agreed on that she should proceed as planned. She grabbed the ivory box from her bag and got out of the car. After waiting for a truck to flash by, she hurried across the road and found the spot Dominic had described to her. The old oak tree—almost twice as thick as any of its neighbors—was just barely visible from the highway. Its gnarled branches spread wide in every direction, and Leesa could imagine the huge canopy of shade they would provide when the leaves grew back. She imagined the tree had probably been left standing sometime far back in the past while its neighbors were felled for lumber an

They groaned in unison, breaking apart and going back to their lessons. Liora followed behind Nikolai as he ventured into the forest, walking briskly along the footpath. After a while, they crossed another treeline and walked into a clearing. It was a picturesque glade covered in grassy meadows. At the very top of the short hill was a large oak tree, its large branches casting a shade where one could rest and enjoy the tranquility of the space. Under the tree, two gamma females sat across from a group of twelve cubs, holding up a book and making what looked like silly faces. Liora couldn’t help but think that Maia looked the complete opposite of her maternal nature.

Nova smiled. “The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary.” After the unveiling, the crowd lit candles, one by one, and circled the oak tree like they had for generations. The tree glowed, the roots bathed in gold, the wind wrapping itself around old names and new stories. Grace whispered into the air: “Still us. Always.” Late into the night, Nova sat at the base of the oak tree alone, journal in her lap. She wrote: Tonight, I saw the fire come home.

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was selling well. Readers were writing letters. Some loved it. Some hated it. Some wanted to know if the story was true.

"Which part? The facial expression or the kitty like snarls?" "Both." "Yup. Definitely worth it.!" Charlie chimed in, and they all broke out in laughter. These certain buffoons. Despite our differences. Soon we were all laughing, punching and tackling each other on the soft grass, filling in the space that we had missed for so long in each other's company, the solace this friendship provided. And as we sat under that huge and massive Oak tree, I knew that we were all going to be alright, for the moment at least. I knew that no matter what happened in the future, we would always find our way back to each other.

The white tree was there too, smaller now, but still standing. A pup asked him: “Were the old wolves stupid? To fight over trees?” Oka laughed. “No, baby. They were brave. They taught us that choice isn’t between right and wrong. It’s between different kinds of right.” “What kind are you?” the pup asked. Oka looked at his moon. Pink, with one white spot. “I’m a Thorn who takes naps under white leaves. What kind are you?” The pup thought hard. “I’m both too.”

A small, secret smile played at the corners of my lips as I looked back down at my textbook. The world around us was still dangerous. The white-haired monster was still out there, the pack borders were still bleeding, and Ethan was still fighting to recover his full strength. But right here, under the shade of the ancient oak tree, a new, fragile thread was quietly weaving itself into the fabric of our lives. "Hey, Nathan," I said softly, breaking the silence without looking up from my pages. "If you're going to stand there and look pretty all afternoon, you might as well help us quiz for the history midterms."

Not with words or even concepts as she understood them, but with something more fundamental: chemical signals, electrical impulses, shared resources moving through connected root systems. The oak was older than any supernatural institution, older than most supernatural communities. It had stood through wars and peace, through droughts and floods, through the rise of the confederation and everything that came before it. And through all of that time, it had been engaged in constant, patient communication with every other tree in the forest. "Do you feel it?" Rowan's voice, soft as leaf-fall. Selene opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed. "They're always talking to each other. All of them

She replied, too tired to ask questions. I headed down to the forest to meet Iditan seated beneath a great oak tree on a patch of green verdant grass, her eyes closed and her body relaxed as she leaned against the tree. I stared at the Oak tree which was the size of a small house, surprised to be seeing it for the first time. Ever since I have learnt to morph and fly I have never passed the way through the forest, choosing to fly over it, but still I should have seen a tree this big from above, or so I thought. I strangely felt like other trees were wary of the oak, as they grew very so far apart from it, leaving a hundreds of feet of wide patch of grass around it.

It pressed against my heart, heavy and suffocating, until I stepped into the open of the backyard. The book wasn't a thick one; it was a novella, but I didn't get the time to complete it. I opened the book, and after reading a few paragraphs, I was once again back to my thoughts. The pages blurred before me as I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree. I wasn’t really reading, I was just… trying to think of my future in the pack.