Under The Oak Tree Uncensored Novels & Stories

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”

asked Hayden, no longer feigning disinterest. "Of course, it could, but it won’t. Knowledge is a powerful and therefore dangerous thing. The tree will not help to further corrupt the already corrupted. It will not let its knowledge be used to crush kingdoms, outwit foes or garner fame. The Omniscient Oak is fed by the waters of the River of Jaded Wanderers. The river is similar to the Faded Dreams' River but unlike the Forest of Faded Dreams it does not accept all requests. Drinking the Jaded Wanderers' Water does nothing. The tree acts like a judge of sorts, answering few questions but giving much clearer and more detailed answers than the Faded Dreams' Water.

They needed to keep moving, to find ways to get out of the area. Anna guided Luna through the forested area until they reached a tiny clearing. Their movements were muted by a thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet. Luna couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched, but she knew Anna would keep them safe. A large, gnarled oak stood in the center of the clearing, shimmering in the moonlight. Anna approached the tree and spoke inaudibly beneath her breath. The trunk of the tree suddenly broke open, revealing a hidden corridor.

The witch turned to the crowd and spoke, her voice echoing through the ages. “This tree is the Nature of this world. Its roots touch both realms — life and dream. It gives what the earth cannot. It heals, it binds, it restores. A piece of Eden that shall never die.” The vision flickered. The scene spun faster — flames, worshippers, rituals of healing and exorcism, souls cleansed beneath the crimson light. The power of the Oak was infinite, divine… until the images shattered into black. The elder witch gasped. Her body jolted back as blood trickled from her nose. She fell to her hands, trembling, coughing.

Khyrix snapped, finally looking up from his phone. Silence followed as we continued, the air thick. We entered the heart of the forest, the part rumored to be home to a rogue wolf. Derek and Zayn stopped under a massive tree. It was unlike any tree I had ever seen. Energy pulsed from it, faintly, in waves that made my skin prickle. My hand trembled as I looked at the ancient trunk, realizing that this was no ordinary tree. So, we weren’t going to the forbidden caves after all.

I manage to open it and I saw them all dead in front of me. '' Oh bloody shit!'' I shouted, trembling under the big oak tree, I saw a huge figure in the dark, only the eyes were bold, and I saw thick misery and pleasure at killing these rogues in his eyes, I didn't catch the colour but I know they were the same as the forest-dark.

If the hedge wants payment for entry, it can have fabric. I have paid worse. When I reach the old boundary tree, I stop. It’s not remarkable to look at, which is why it works. A thick oak with bark like layered scars. The kind of tree people pass a thousand times without remembering. The kind of tree that survives because it’s uninteresting. I press my palm to its trunk. The wood is cold. Alive. I close my eyes and listen. Not with ears. With the part of me that learned early that silence has texture.

It was more of one thin piece of garment just enough to cover my nipples, my wet middle, and my ass. The Beta grinned when he beheld my body, his eyes briefly flashing at my exposed tits. I picked up the picnic blanket and wrapped it around me although a great amount of my skin was still showing. The wine bottle rolled in the snowy grass. I tried not to wince at the three people fucking under a leafless tree, the two males inside one female and she was gripping the frost-covered trunk of a leafless tree.

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.

I doubled down by crying out, “Would he give you a happy pat on the back if you allow something to happen to his unborn pups due to too much heat?” “No please, go on please. But at least let me escort you to make sure you're safe.” He offered. I bent over and cried out again, adding some convulsive shakes to the drama. “Ah, please just go quickly!” He conceded. I smiled out of the corner of my mouth as I left him. Fool. It wasn't such a long walk before I saw the oak tree described by the note-sender. I couldn't see anyone there. I went closer till I got to the tree itself. I stood there, looking around.