Under The Oak Tree Uncensored Novels & Stories

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

But the promise of answers to the issues that had been troubling me—the attraction of the unknown—was too great to fight. The old oak tree near the river stood silhouetted against the starry sky, its gnarled limbs extending like skeleton arms. I moved gingerly, my senses sharp. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the sole sound; it was a comforting song that did not help me to relax. I looked about, looking for some indication of Kavan. But the place was deserted; the only observer of my covert meeting the old oak tree. I started to feel let down. Had he come to another opinion? Had he chosen not to travel?

She was not the victim. She was the one holding the pen. She reached out, her hand dripping with silver and gold fluid and grabbed the root of the oak tree. She did not try to block the data; she opened the floodgates letting her grief, anger and memory pour into the tree's network like a virus. "I'm editing the ending Miller " she whispered. The ancient oak tree screamed, the wood splitting down the center, as a gold discharge tore through the bark racing down into the root system like a lightning strike.

Amelia's POV As I made my way through the forest, the familiar sight of the towering oak tree greeted me like an old friend. Its gnarled branches reached out to me, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor as if beckoning me closer. With each step, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed through the tranquil air, a comforting melody that soothed my restless soul. The canopy above filtered the sunlight into a dappled mosaic of light and shadow, casting a sense of enchantment over the secluded grove where the ancient oak stood sentinel.

Delaney "Cursey," I hear Trevor Whittle say in a sing-song voice. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" Laughter follows his words. I remain hidden behind the huge oak tree and desperately try to catch my breath without making a sound. I breathe shakily behind the hand I placed over my own mouth while my heart slams against my chest.

Those witches snickered as they walked closer, their lips parted and joined and they appeared at Weston Hills High. “Come on.” Dania said. A werewolf was seen holding the firestone while the oak tree opened up leading into the emptiness called the unbinding. The school was so quiet. It was sixteen years back, but they weren't many differences. The oak tree was smaller than it was in the present day, but it was more alive. These women surrounded the oak tree while Edmond and his comrades collided with it before being consumed by the nothingness. A dagger appeared and each witch cut their palms, their blood dripped on the floor, quickly creeping up to the oak tree. The tree glowed when their b

I’m a fucking man, a hormonal one, and her innocence was drawing me in as no other younger female had. "I know. That’s why it’s embarrassing. I know I could never be on par with them. Do you think you can find some clothes nearby?" I knew there were clothes nearby. We usually leave shirts everywhere around the forest ground in case of emergencies, but... I think there was nothing around here tonight. "No. Not around here. Come out. I promise I won’t stare." "Are you naked too?" "Yes. Very naked. Do you want me to put some leaves around my dick? I just don’t know if I can find a leaf big enough to cover it though." I was hoping joking would loosen her a bit.

He thrust in deep from behind. I gasped. “Oh god! It’s so big! The tree is shaking!” His powerful hips slapped against me. Every thrust lifted me up on my toes. “That’s right. Take your uncle’s dick in the jungle like a little slut. What would your family say if they saw you getting railed against a tree?” His dirty talk made me so wet. He reached around and played with my clit. “I’m yours,” I moaned. “Only your dirty niece. Fuck me harder, Marcus! I love feeling you so deep.”