Under The Oak Tree Novel Wattpad Novels & Stories

"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.

There was somebody underneath OUR tree. The tree that Nana and Papa called symbol of their love. It will be mine one day... and I will care for OUR tree... Oaktree. The tree was here before Papa brought the land. The government was distributing land at a very low rate on the side of the hill, so Papa seized the opportunity without asking his angry parents. This is a euphemism because it was on the schedule area with few local tribes nearby to communicate. This is how Nana and Papa 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.

Jake grinned and then said, interrupting to continue the story, likely because this was his favourite bit, “one day, one of her very naughty young children shot across the Earth’s sky while playing tag with many other shooting stars! He got too close to the Earth, however, and crashed down into the ground! He couldn’t get back into the sky anymore!” Elder Roz chuckled softly and placed a comforting hand on top of his head. Then she continued, “indeed. It deeply saddened the Moon Goddess, but she knew she would always be in the sky should he ever need to come to her for advice. Her brash, stubborn little child, however, loved his sibling the Earth and wanted to play with the strange creatures

She was smiling at him from the surface of the water. *“Don't just stand there, Rowan,”* her voice whispered in the wind. *“The world is waiting.”* Rowan looked up. A hundred miles away, in the center of the new world, a single, massive oak tree stood. It wasn't made of marble or silver. It was made of wood and leaf. And carved into the trunk, high enough for everyone to see, was a single word. **[START]** But as Rowan turned to join the others, he felt something cold in his pocket.

And what would I have to sacrifice to break free? As the council ended, Mara lingered by my side. “You’re not alone, Elena. The pack stands with you.” I nodded, but inside, the storm raged louder. I was caught between the shadows of rejection and the promise of something new — a bond that might save or destroy us all. Later, beneath the whispering pines, I closed my eyes and let Nyx rise. My senses expanded. The forest breathed around me — the scent of earth, rain, and something else. Something fierce.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

What kind of charm did this tree have? Xylo locked the front door and covered the tree with a large black bag. He said to the tree, “Locust, those people don’t deserve to see you.” People kept knocking on the door. When no one answered, the crowd outside started insulting Xylo. “You’re embarrassed, right? Then, why did you harass a tree? I bet the bark of the tree is smooth now.” “Mr. Green, isn’t what you’re doing to the tree illegal? Can you explain the law to us?”

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

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.