Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

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.”

"He was stubborn. He was loud. He took up space. He did not die easily. He was not supposed to die at all." Damon stood up. "Come on." "Where are we going." "To the nursery. We are buying an oak tree." --- The nursery was crowded. Even on a Tuesday. Even in the fall. People buying mums and pumpkins and bags of soil. Damon walked to the back. Found the trees. "Oak," he said to the man behind the counter. "What kind." "The kind that lasts." The man looked at him. Looked at me. Did not ask questions.

“It’s time to come.” They obeyed without hesitation. They didn’t know it yet, but they were already dead. I led them across the estate grounds toward the garden, the scent of moss and damp bark mingling in the cold air. The tree stood before us, a massive old oak tree, lush, thick with green leaves, its heavy branches stretching toward the sky like grasping fingers. “You need to help me with the tree,” I said. Conrad frowned. “What tree?” “This one,” I replied smoothly, stepping around its wide base. “Velan wants it moved to please his father-in-law.”

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.

Oscar leaned on the oak tree that stood on the ground full of shrubs and wild mushrooms talking with Blaire as they both smiled at each other. "This is it," Oscar said. "This is where we first met, the day you were supposed to meet up with Dax." The memories of this very place haunted Blaire. She tried to push it off the more it became more evident to her that she had made a lot of silly mistakes in the past. "Yes, I do remember vividly," Blaire said. "It was a beautiful night, just like this one." She lied trying to hide her turbulence. Blaire and Osacar both sat down under the oak tree listening to the rushing sounds of the waterfall. The sun was setting har

I turned my face toward the life-giving star to soak up the rays. Entering the woods, I started dodging tree after tree until I came upon the well-worn ward path and turned right. There weren't many Guardians out patrolling at this time, but the ones I did pass gave me a polite nod. None of them seemed surprised to see me, it appears that Alberta let them know that they might see me out here, that or they just didn't care what I did.

They got into a marathon towards the North Forest. The wind was now very strong and the weather was awful. Selena was pretty sure a storm was coming, but she didn't want to think about that. There was a lot on her mind already, and think about what could complicate things wasn't something she wanted to do. Everyone had shifted into their wolf forms and were walking together amongst the trees on the deepest part of the forest. Looking up, it was impossible to even see the sky because of the tall and robust trees.

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.

We just stood, holding hands and enjoying the cool breeze and of course, the sweet melody of the birds. Then Nicholas’ lips twisted. I knew he was about to break the awkward silence. Goodness. Relief washed over me. “ Do you have any idea what this tree represents in the world of werewolves?” He arched his brows. “ I'm sure you must have heard about it” I nodded confidently.”Moonbark oak tree” My lips shivered. “Good” Nicholas gave me credit. “ Do you know its significance?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes to the trees, scanning it studiously. I have heard a lot about the tree; how mystical it was in the world of the werewolves.

Suddenly, they were all healed. Meanwhile in a different scene, The other faceless figure, the one who had ventured into the forest, moved with a quiet determination through the dense undergrowth. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, but the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The figure walked with a strong sense of determination towards a specific tree, an ancient oak bearing strange orange fruit. He reached out and gently placed his moon chain against the trunk of the tree. The forest floor trembled. The surrounding trees seemed to sway in unison, as if acknowledging a powerful presence of the moon chain.