Under The Oak Tree Riftan Novels & Stories

The trees seemed to move, watching them, waiting for them to make a mistake. Ben led them to the center of WildWood, to the heart of the darkness. There, deep beneath the roots of the twisted trees, they found the rift. It was an ancient, gaping wound in the earth — a scar that had been there since Dr. Halloway’s failed experiments, a doorway between the worlds of the living and the dead. The spirits were not the only prisoners here. The very land itself was cursed. Ben and Dylan knew what they had to do. Using the knowledge from Halloway’s journals, they set about performing a ritual — a final cleansing — that would close the rift once and for all. But the forest would not let them go easil

" I opened my lips to argue when a new sound broke through the air: a chuckle. It began softly, almost innocent, but gradually became louder and darker, until it was a chorus of voices that made my skin crawl. The shadows twisted and writhed, eventually becoming a figure. A figure appeared, towering and shrouded in darkness, its face a changing nothingness. It talked with a thousand voices at once. "You think you can defy me?" I took a step back, my heart thumping. "Who are you?" "I am the Rift," it said, its voice vibrating deep throughout my bones. "And you are nothing." Alaric stood to the side, his countenance inscrutable. "Be careful, Kyara. "The Rift does not tolerate trespassers." "I'

I inhaled deeply and walked far away from them to find some elements. As I walked farther, I noticed a mysterious tree that was in a poor condition. I approached slowly and held my hand toward the core of the tree, I widened my eyes and pulled my hands off before letting it rest for a minute. "Poison." I gasped and felt my eyes going into a deep slumber. "We caught a beautiful one." I heard a sneaky voice before falling asleep rapidly. J U S T I N "Well, I think you are wrong because it won't change anything!" I shouted and pointed my finger at the poor rabbit.

She was Rian now. And she would not fail. The pale light of dawn seeped slowly through the canopy, casting fragile beams that danced over the worn earth. Rhea—known now as Rian—sat motionless beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, the chill of morning creeping through her cloak. Around her, the camp was still, the heavy breaths of sleeping boys rising and falling like the tide. Their faces were peaceful, unguarded—unaware of the tempest raging silently inside her.

My father clasped Erro's hand tight while his determined stare was set on him. "Riona, give me the bark of the oak tree!" King Ralph ordered and I obeyed at once. "Take this gift from the sturdiest tree, A symbol of your strength once bestowed upon thee" He put the bark in the pot after he muttered some ritual phrases. He then asked me for the dried dates Fillian picked up from the mud, their soil scent still lingered on their outermost skin. "These seeds a symbol of thy righteousness, May you forgive us for our trespasses;

She nods "well, it was the day after my 7th birthday, I was running in my pack territory going to my favorite hiding place, when I heard the warriors howl, that we have been breached. I started to run back to pack house, on my way I watched the beta get torn apart by auburn-colored wolves. I heard my mother scream, and I ran towards the scream, there I saw the man who had kept me captive these last 11 years. My father was being held down by him. My father tried to reason with him, but then Riftan severed his head off." I was taken back, Riftan killed her family and pack. "Riftan?" I am bewildered by what she said. I knew Riftan wasn't one to trust, my father the same way knew not to trust hi

The shards glow brighter, their light merging into a single beam. A rift opens, its edges pulsing with violet light. “Go,” Kieran says, his voice tight. “We’ll hold it open as long as we can.” I nod, shifting mid-stride as I leap into the rift. --- **The Shadow’s Realm** The air is thick with the scent of decay, the ground uneven and slick beneath my paws. The Shadow’s laughter echoes around me, cold and cruel. *“You cannot stop me, Alpha. Your children are mine.”*

KARIN The ancient oak tree at the center of the Nightfall Pack grounds had stood for more than three hundred years. Its thick trunk was wide and uneven, carved by lightning, claws, and long-forgotten battles. I pressed my palm against the rough bark. It scratched my skin, solid and real. Beneath it, I felt the slow, steady movement of life. This tree had watched leaders rise, rule, and fall. It had seen loyalty turn into betrayal. It had seen hope fail and return again.

"I wish it would bloom soon. So that I can get to see it, as well." Riftan nodded. "I pray for the day to come for the tree to become lively once again. And I hope I could get to see it with everyone in this village. I want them to see something beautiful for once." I smile in admiration. Riftan is truly unpreicatble. Sometimes, he's ruthless and cold. Sometimes, he would annoy you with his cockiness. Sometimes, he would act like a stubborn child. And then there are also times when he becomes like this.