Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

His stories brought laughter, sometimes tears, but each one was a testament to the life we'd once known, and the life we were trying to rebuild. As the sky began to adopt hues of twilight, casting long shadows across the forest floor, Zane stopped at a small clearing. In its center stood a massive oak tree, its branches stretched out like welcoming arms. He motioned for us to sit at its base, our backs resting against the sturdy trunk. Taking a deep breath, Zane began,

Harris interrupted Leo, collecting the phone from Zack. Leo is an orphan teenager computer expert and a hacker who works solely for Harris regarding such cases. He was only 5 when Harris found him wandering about in a deserted forest and ever since then, his only family was Harris and it breaks his heart whenever he gets scolded by him just like now, and in such cases, he stutters, and then Harris would have to apologize with a smile before he can talk properly again. But this only happens with Harris! "M-my…Lord…I…"

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

Leigh shouted into the little honey coloured house that sat quietly on one of the many rapidly occupied plains of Wild Oaks. The little town had earned its name from the ring of widespread Oak trees that sprouted out of the ground wherever they pleased. Leigh in fact, had one of the trees growing in her backyard right where a swing had been built. It provided shade on hot summer days and held most of the snow on the fiercest winters only to release them as water droplets later on.

Si Xiu walked towards her in doubt, "Do you think there could be some hidden path in these trees?" Tang Li nodded, "Possible. Or else, how would they disappear all of a sudden?" And true to her thoughts, her attention was caught on the large oak tree. The black sedan was parked exactly under it. So, maybe She quickly ran towards the edge of the road before glancing at the tree that was slightly curved outwards with an enormous hollow in it. "Damn.." Just as her leg slipped, she held one of the hanging galls of the oak tree before stabilizing on her feet.

They walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the rustling of leaves and the soft creaking of tree branches. Meanwhile, under the sprawling oak tree near the soccer field, Tyler's friends huddled closer, their voices barely above a whisper as they planned their next move. The darkness seemed to amplify their intentions, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers. The tree's branches loomed above them, its leaves rustling ominously in the wind.

“CIARA JOY!” If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters. “Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

Of course, they did not hear anyone talking because it was Nero who spoke. [Ohh??? So the tree can understand me???? Great! Hi there Old Oak...] Hearing someone calling him Old Oak as if they were old acquaintances, the talking oak tree harrumphed in displeasure. Old Oak?! Old Oak your head!!!! I might be old but I'm still more than capable to smash you into smithereens if you dare show disrespect to me!