Under The Oak Tree Riftans Pov Novels & Stories

The Rift and the sky split again and from far, far away, I heard howls. Real howls from outside. Finnick, kade. They were still waiting. They still believed I would come back. I fell to my knees, glowing, panting, broken but not defeated. Because now… the Rift itself was afraid of me. *********************** Finnick's pov A low, strange vibration hummed through the soil, rising up through my boots and rattling my bones. Kade stiffened beside me, his eyes locked on the Rift. “You feel that?” he muttered, blade already in his hand.

A small gasp escaped my lips when the musk scent of an Orion Nebula assaulted my senses. I opened my eyes to find Riftan standing in front of me, a concerned look on his face. Was I seeing things now? Or he was in front of me. “Whatever am I going to do with you.” He mumbled low, his hands shooting out to caress my naked arms and goosebumps erupted in the wake of his touch. "Riftan I’m so scared,” I confessed, wanting to fall into his arms and hide. "It doesn't have to be today, Little Wolf. You can take your time trying to find yourself." He soothed again, his minty breath washing over my face. I swallowed hard on the knot that clogged my throat, grim determination settling onto the front o

Tears brimmed in her eyes and slowly spilled down her cheeks. Riftan was seated in the meadow beside his house, and he wasn't alone. There was a beautiful redhead woman straddling him, hands wrapped around his neck, head thrown back in laughter. Riftan had his arms around the woman's waist and was teasing her with his lips, making her giggle. Annabelle watched them while her heart shattered into a million pieces. Oblivious of Annabelle's presence, Riftan held the woman close while he breathed in her scent, enjoying the sparks that danced over his body as they made contact. Suddenly the sweet scent of lilac assailed him and his eyes snapped open as he heard her whisper.

The Spiral mark pulsed with heat. “Yes,” I whispered. “And they’ll keep coming.” He didn’t deny it. He only offered me his hand. And this time, I took it. 3: Heart of the Rift The landscape beyond the gorge shifted again no longer barren, but blooming in strange, volatile ways. Trees with ember-colored leaves stretched toward the sunless sky. Pools of molten silver bubbled from beneath jagged rocks. This was the Rift the source of elemental convergence, where fire met earth and air without permission.

I drop my head a little, pricking my ears and glancing around us—not just to make sure there was no sign of Amora, but to try to pinpoint the rift. I think it’s close, I say. Frost? He tends to be the one most in tune to the energy around rift areas. These are areas where the veil between the shadow realm and the earthly realm are thin, and where we could possibly create a tear in the fabric between worlds to bring the shadows over to this plane of existence. We came across this particular rift on the way to the Tree of Life, where we retrieved the sap we needed to complete the potion that saved Frost’s life.

“Kael… if you go, Ashwood collapses. The packs collapse. Everything you’ve bled for collapses. And Rhea will follow you into the grave.” Kael’s breathing tightened. Fenrak placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let me do this for you.” Violet stepped into the room behind them, her eyes red. “It’s time,” she whispered. --- The trek to the Ancient Oak was silent. Only the crackling of torches followed them as warriors marched through the forest. The ground trembled with something old, something waking beneath the soil. The Ancient Oak towered over them — massive, twisted, its roots half in the real world and half fading into swirling mist. The bark pulsed faintly like a beating heart.

to balance herself. The numerous branches with the humanoid fingers tried to grasp her but she keeps on ducking and avoiding them. She grabbed her bow and arrow and hit them one by one, she had a lot of arrows good enough to strike the numerous tree hands around her. The branches of the tree cannot function anymore, the tree roared as it shake its body. Niffa loses control but immediately grabs her knife and stabbed the tree as she holds unto it to avoid falling. Her hands are sweaty and full of sticky blood as she tried not to get slipped, she looked down as she sigh, and let go of the knife. The ground was not that high from the ground but she still hit her back. She groaned as she tried

Past the splintered road where the last supply cart was overturned and abandoned. And finally—past the final tree line, where the Rift pulsed like a living wound in the land. It waited for us. The earth cracked with heat. Lightning illuminated the horizon in ghostly white. And in the center of the chaos, the Rift stood—sealed, yes, but far from dormant. It breathed. It hungered. And I was going to tear it open, no matter the cost.

he turns and looks me in the eyes, grins, and grabs my hand instantly calming the turmoils I can feel growing in my gut. The moon was setting and up above a small clearing I could see the sun starting to poke up. Then I see things I could have never believed, a town...hidden. I didn’t know there was a town this close to the orphanage, but at the same time, we have walked for hours. So who knows where we now are. All I know is I only now have what I am wearing on my back, and under no circumstances can I return to the orphanage now. The consequences of my actions would get me beaten, to within an inch of my life. And boy did Frances like give out the strap, she smiled after every lash, and

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.