Under The Oak Tree Novel Pub Novels & Stories

"Same time tomorrow?" "If the roof doesn't collapse." She wiped down the bar with a rag that smelled of bleach and old beer. "You know how landlord Thursdays go." The Rotted Oak was a dive, the kind of place where the floorboards creaked, the neon sign flickered, and the clientele had more scars than teeth. It sat on the border between Verance City's human district and the shifter underbelly, it was a grey zone where everyone pretended not to notice claws under gloves or eyes that glowed in the dark.

NOAH’S POV The last class finally ended, dragging itself like an old man with a broken cane. I shoved my books into my bag and practically skipped out the door. My legs knew the way by heart...to the massive oak tree, my little sanctuary, where Penny and Nathan usually waited. But today, it was just Nathan, leaning against the tree like some K-drama lead...arms crossed, sunshine glinting off his brown curls, and a smirk playing on his lips like he knew all the world's secrets.

The text from Elder Quentin of the Primrose coven told him where to find Isaac, Cherry blossoms pub. Cherry Blossoms was a club situated in the outskirts of the city and upon his arrival at the pub, Satake understood why tee name of that pub sounded so familiar to him. This was where that accursed witch worked during the duration of her fortunately short lifespan. From what he had gathered at that time, the Blossom witches owned the pub. Satake wondered why Isaac worked there and if he knew the history of the former owner of the place. Irrespective of his personal grievances against the late owner of the pub, Satake knew he had to get answers. So he walked up to the front door and pushed the

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.

I wish I didn’t have to run in at dawn to kiss her on the forehead before she runs out the door. I wish I wasn’t so fucking tired. Tony parks the car in front of McCreegan’s Pub, and we tolerate the dramatics of the through-the-freezer performance again. “Some goddamn day, we’ll walk into a room, and he’ll just be there,” Tony grumbles. “Doubtful,” I reply. Cal pops up from behind the dark wood bar in the surprisingly busy secret pub. “Talking about me, lads?” “Always,” Tony deadpans. “You ready to meet?”

I turned left, and there on the ground was a tiny old book that described the path the old woman had told me about. Quickly, I began to trace it, following the book's guidelines. I had walked a little farther, my feet aching and my body growing more exhausted, when I finally saw it—the Whispering Oak standing tall, its bark twisted into faces, whispering softly as though alive. And there it was—the veil. I pressed it, and it opened slowly, creaking like ancient wood. Before long, I was inside the oak tree. The wind had stopped blowing. Everything was suffocating—dark and scary.

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.

“Becca…” “I wasn’t trying to trick you,” I said quickly. “I know how it sounds. I know it was reckless and illegal and everything you’d never expect from me. But gods, Rhys—I was so tired. Of waiting.” Rhys didn’t say anything. His hand tightened at my waist, but not roughly. I swallowed the knot rising in my throat. “You remember the oak tree behind the old armory? The one the palace gardeners always complained about?” Rhys huffed a breath, a sound almost like a laugh. “You mean the one you fell out of trying to steal Queen Omara’s lemon tarts?”

“Alright! Alright! My bad! I know you don’t do your niece! That’s completely incest!” The girl laughed as she received a stern look from Silas. I bowed my head. I just looked at the noisy dry leaves whenever I stepped on them. Do they have a relationship? The girl was just laughing at his irritability. They seemed used to each other. “What tree is this?” I asked while touching the big tree we stopped at. “Oak tree,” the girl replied shortly and stood beside me. We were out of the forest, but this area still seemed to belong to the homeowner. There was not a single person in sight, and only one type of tree was planted. The environment here is pure green—with dark green grass, big oak trees,

"I hate you so much." TIME: 05:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 7 "UNDERCITY" - THE RUSTY ANCHOR PUB. STATUS: REUNION. The Rusty Anchor was less of a pub and more of a hole in the wall that sold liquid regret. It smelled of mold, cheap synth-beer, and unwashed bodies. It was located in the sub-basement of Sector 7, where the police drones rarely patrolled because the humidity rusted their rotors.