Under The Oak Tree Season 2 Novels & Stories

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.

The next thing I knew, I was walking beside the fields again, towards my favorite spot. I sat under the oak tree, relishing the peace and tranquility it radiates from its roots to leaves. I wouldn't want summer to end. Fall comes next, then winter arrives. The cold, dark and mysterious winter. I hope the sky could be carefree and humid every day, unlike wintertime.

How many times had they put themselves in danger while I was too focused on war plans and elder meetings to notice? I stayed far enough back that they wouldn't hear me. Close enough to intervene if something went wrong. The trees grew thicker. The light grew dimmer. Shadows stretched long and dark across the forest floor. Still, the children kept running. Finally, they stopped. A massive oak tree loomed ahead. Ancient and gnarled. Its roots twisted up from the ground like frozen snakes. Its branches spread wide, blocking out what little remained of the evening sky. Carl and Karin dropped to their knees beneath it.

The bracket was redirected — she could see that even in the dark, even in the storm, the downspout angled away from the foundation the way he had described — so he had finished, he had done what he came to do, which meant he should have been inside already, which meant — Where is he. She turned. And then she heard it. Not over the storm. Under it. The kind of sound that bypassed the ears and went straight to the spine — a deep structural crack that she felt in the soles of her feet and the base of her skull simultaneously, the sound of something enormous making an irreversible decision. She turned toward the forest edge. She saw the oak move. Eighty feet of tree and the root ball had let go

" Serina firmly said while Paul nodded at her, promising that this must happen, at whatever cost that hinders on the way. Then both of them walk out together from the shade of the oak tree. "It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree." "I doubt that tree is that old." "K-Town had lots of history and myths!" "Yeah, I know...kinda weird on how non-sense some of the myths are." "The tree witnesses us, so you better do it, unless you want to be buried." Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another...

_ Meanwhile, above the sea of trees surrounding the Village of Erana, Owl and Yvonne had been surveying around. The thing is, tonight's survey was much more... different. The two had always been the polar opposites of one another. But when it comes to their jobs, they were never complacent. With their brows furrowed, they both looked at each other as if telling themselves that something was very... very wrong. The atmosphere, the temperature, even the usual sounds of crickets were nowhere to be heard. "What the hell is going on?" "Something isn't right." The two's eyes then fixed upon the distance, when suddenly she found a man lying under a large oak tree with his red cloak.

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ The forest smelled like damp earth and leftover dreams. I hopped off my bike near the clearing and stared up at the old treehouse nestled between two oak branches. Jake’s bike was parked under the tree. He sat on the edge of the tree house, one leg swinging, phone in hand. His hoodie hood was up, but I could still see the flash of concern when he spotted me. His brows furrowed like I’d just limped in covered in blood.

In Jaxon's home, there was a big, tall oak tree in the backyard. The sun was setting, making everything look golden. Jaxon sat under the tree, feeling heavy-hearted about the past. He couldn't forget what his father did to him, but strangely enough, he still wanted his approval.

The sun beat down hard, urging them toward the wide patch of shade cast by a sprawling oak tree at the edge of the grounds. “Jesus, Lila. How can you be fine staying with someone like that? He looks so terrifying, and I still haven’t gotten his cold face out of my mind. Jeez,” Tessa said, shaking her head as they both sat on the backless bench under the tree. Lila chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I?” she said, lifting her cup of iced coffee and taking a sip.

We need to sneak around using the construction sights to keep under cover and when I mention that Sky takes the lead with me behind him. “There.” I point out to the grove of oak trees and to the largest tree with a treehouse hidden deep in the leaves. We are hidden in the half finish house of one of the residents staying in the hotels, the shadows keeping us safe while we wait to see if anyone is watching for us.