Under The Oak Tree Season 2 Novels & Stories

We didn’t want to be in the front along the perfect view of the Alpha’s so we reared in the middle so we would still be able to see them. “I hope this doesn’t take long,” I whispered to Cole. “Same. I want to show you the Shriveling Oak. Don’t worry it’s pretty romantic.” I doubted any place called the Shriveling Oak could be classed as romantic, though just the prospect of being alone with Cole was good enough for me to go along with. Alex stood next to his psycho I mean his mate as did Kade with his mate and the line went along with Alphas beside their future Lunas. The principal was present too.

I spotted a large oak tree at the edge of the meadow, a tree that the twins and I often picnicked under during the summers, and made my way toward it. The shade was cool and welcoming, and I sank down onto the soft grass, leaning my back against the rough bark. From here, I could see the whole festival—the dancing area, the food stalls, the game zones where competitions were already underway. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. The contraceptive had made me so tired, and the constant tension with Damon wasn’t helping. Just a minute of rest, that was all I needed. Just a minute to close my eyes and breathe…

Sebastian's POV I sat under the oak tree in the garden, the screen of my phone lighting up with a voice message from Mason. Sliding my finger across the display, I held the phone to my ear. The Omega girl's voice was awash with hesitation. Every pause whispered of something left unsaid. Once the recording ended, I tapped out a quick note on my keyboard: [She's hiding something. Keep an eye on her.] Mason shot back a thumbs-up emoji instantly.

“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.

hummed in her chest. “No” trembled in her head. But her feet answered for her, moving before she could talk herself out of it. They walked behind the shed toward the quiet path that led to the row of old oak trees. The sounds of volunteers softened behind them until there was nothing but the rustle of leaves and the crunch of gravel under their steps. They stopped beneath the largest oak, the one that towered over the rest like a guardian. Jaxon shoved his hands in his pockets the same habit he had when he was nervous, though he’d never admit it.

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.

" 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...

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.