Under The Oak Tree Season 1 Novels & Stories

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.

providing the male Alpha guidance they desperately needed to understand their unique nature. Oscar dropped the logs onto the ground and walked over to the fallen oak, whistling softly as he inspected the shattered wood. "An eighty-year-old oak tree," Oscar said, shaking his head with a mixture of awe and concern. "Amora, your son just snapped a mature hardwood tree with a raw, unrefined pup-strike. When I was four years old, the most I could do was scratch the paint off my father’s truck."

My life is pathetic. The teacher started teaching and I tried my best to listen but I just couldn’t my head was pounding. Two more lessons later and it was lunch break. I went back to that oak tree. It seemed no one claimed it so I sat under to clear my head. It was a beautiful old tree that I’m pretty sure has seen many generations pass by. It was also a lonely tree that not many people acknowledged. “Hey, beautiful.” It was Hector. I didn’t see him coming but I could smell his scent before he got close enough.

The place was abandoned when my dads used to bring me here to play and from the dust and debris littering the place and the leaves blowing in through a broken window, it looks like it always has been. Feeling dejected at the lack of clues, I decide a walk down memory lane is exactly what I need to cheer me up and I’m excited to share a piece of my childhood with Ellie and Mason. They follow silently as I lead them down to the lake and the old oak tree standing sentinel over it. Only when we reach the spot, the tree isn’t standing at all. “What the fuck?” Aspen gasps. The tree is rolled in on itself like a cinnamon roll with the branches kissing the ground. It’s a completely unnatural occurre

"Haha..You are gonna pick me ? First, are you sure, you will wake up ? One of your alarms broke, right ? " "Shh..Shut up ! I can wake up.", Oak said and continued driving. ...... Oak helped Aroon to get himself inside his house even though Aroon didn't want him to help him. Aroon tried to pull Oak away but Oak left only after he made Aroon lie on his bed in his room upstairs. Aroon felt angry when Oak tried to tuck him inside his sheets. "God ! What are you doing? Am I a baby? Can..you please just leave now?"

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

“We made sure not to touch the scene, it’s exactly as we found it.” Matthias nodded, expression grim as he stepped past her. And there she was, laid out at the base of a oak tree that was older than the pack itself. Its branches twisted up ahead in a ghostly sort of canopies, leaves swaying in the airless night as strips of moonlight filtered in through, falling to the forest floors like ribbons of silver.

"That's what we're after." She turned back to her screen. I called Alexander at three to check how Pasadena was going. He answered on the first ring, which was unusual for mid-afternoon. "How is it?" I said. "Strange," he said. "Good strange. We found the block where the house was." A pause. "The building they put up is an apartment complex. Very ordinary. But the oak tree is still there. The one in the garden." "The same one?" "It has to be. It's enormous. The kind of tree that takes a hundred years." I could hear him looking at it. "She's standing next to it. She has her hand on it."

Leonardo provided. "The oak tree in the midst of the pines," Hazel muttered as a memory flashed in her mind at those words. After a few minutes of pondering, her eyes widened as she realized what the clue was. "It's the oak tree in the middle of the large pine field, horses' hooves printed on the soaked ground on a rainy day, blood-red moon. The earth has been hurt, or is Mother Moon mourning for her dead children?" she began. "While many sleep, the earth weeps. What a sorrowful night. As the unknown enemy works in the darkness of the night. Under the large oak tree lies the secret to her salvation. But then again, it also holds the power to her damnation."