Under The Oak Tree Spoiler Novels & Stories

"Meet me tonight at midnight. The old oak tree beside the river. The words made me shudder down my back. The old oak tree stood in a quiet area covered in murmurs and mysteries. Under the cover of darkness, lovers met here, their trysts kept from view. One thousand questions whirled around my head. What had Kavan planned for me? Was this a secret meeting, an opportunity to investigate the forbidden attraction buzzing between us? Alternatively, was it more of a sinister, a trap set by a wolf trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?

It is the same oak tree where she and Mary Lou hid on that night while the terror happened just a few feet from them. Despite her fear, Eloise’s feet carry her to the oak tree and when she reaches it, she falls at its feet and places her hands on the ground. The tears flow freely from her eyes down her cheeks to her chin and the intensity of their flow pushes them until they form droplets on the already wet leaves on the ground. “I’m sorry,” Eloise chokes out between sobs. “I am so sorry.” To a stranger passing by, Eloise is a strange woman apologizing to a tree but Eloise knows that the tree is not her concern but the one whose blood flows just a few feet from it.

Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous. His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from the oak, but they were nowhere to be found. He took a cautious tour around the tree, his little feet stumbling over the awkward roots. He secretly hoped they were simply hiding, ready to burst forth with laughter and startle him. He shuddered. Obligichaun looked again, but the forest was empty.

Desperate and confused, I look up at the sky. Where’s the moon? I think to myself, noticing there’s no moonlight to help me see. I take off again for the other edge of the clearing, hearing the footsteps getting closer. I spot a large oak tree to my right, and I run for it. I reach for the trunk and hide behind it just in time as I hear the footsteps enter the clearing.

Asked Cory. The tiny tree dweller nodded. He seemed to know more than he was letting on. Do you know how to get through this ice, Sprout? Said Cory. You know how to get through it as well, said Sprout confidently. So you’re not supposed to tell us? Wondered Cory. Sprout was silent. Cory had a feeling that the original Omniscient Oak tree did not allow the dweller to be fully transparent with them. It seemed that somethings had to be figured out without the guide’s assistance. Cory was suddenly struck by an idea.

Perhaps, her helper was still waiting for her at the oak tree. After minutes of a non-stop run, Sophia finally got to the oak tree. But unfortunately, there was no one there. Probably, the helper had waited for and decided to go. She breathed heavily, squatting to catch some breath. The area was purely deserted. Except for the whispers of the night,there was no other trace of life. She walked to the oak tree and scanned it thoroughly for a slightest trace of a message left for her. But there was nothing. No piece of cloth. No paper. In the midst of her frustration, she heard a sound.

" 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 sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.

“Do you want to see the oak tree? It is where most of them live too.” Rosalyn blinked. “What’s an oak tree?” I lowered my voice slightly like I was about to tell her the world’s greatest secret. “It’s a magic tree.” Her eyes widened instantly. “It is?” I nodded seriously. “It holds all the secrets in the world. Everyone tells it their secret, and it has seen so many generations and so many people, and it knows everything that is there to know.” Rosalyn gasped softly. “No way…” “And,” I added, glancing briefly at Mia before looking back at our daughter, “it’s your turn to tell the tree one of your secrets too.”