Under The Oak Tree Wiki Novels & Stories

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

I should erase it! Clean your mind Lexis! It's not appropriate for a 10 years old like you! I took a peek in the secret passage and check if Alqamar is already there but I didn't see anyone so I entered the place looking around. "Alqamar?" I called. I bit my lower lip after I mention his name. The way my tongue twirls for his name I can't help but to be thrilled. I don't understand myself anymore. I looked around and slowly walk towards the tree he used to lean on. I noticed that he always rest here in this tree so I take a look in it but something caught my attention. I saw a sharp animal's claw on the tree.

Maybe, we really did not know, or some of my friends know but pretend not to know. Reyna then clarified her clue. When the Buddha got enlightened, Reyna said, he was meditating under this tree. Meanwhile, Hinduism made the same tree as the symbol of the world tree. Whose its roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve pinned the tree leaves and made loincloths cover their bodies after they knew they were naked.

POV: DARIUS The first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic. I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me.. No one speaks. The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree. It is the oldest tree in our territory. Huge. Ancient. Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

He asks Truly am I ready? Ready to stand between two packs, to be seen as a symbol, a woman who chose again and again not to become what pain had tried to shape her into? “Yes, I am.” I said The ceremony is held under the old oak. The oak was sacred and it was declared to be, but it was the tree that remembered every bit of Blackthorn, it stood through wars and shifting borders, through the lie o my supposed death and even the truth of survival. It’s roots was one that ran deep and tangled with history, everything about having the ceremony here felt just right.

he said, but at that exact moment, something grabbed his attention. Somewhere inside the woods, very deep down behind some trees, Lucas saw a very tiny but shining light. And he immediately knew what it was. Or better, who it was.

it was not just a sensation, because anyone could say that the following part of the story was taken from a fairy tale. At one point they got in front of a rusty metal gate, as old as hills. It had on it some unknown writs and inscriptions with built-in heads of creatures carved in bronze. Creatures as unknown as those words written on the gate. They went past the gate and entered a meadow that had a huge and old oak in its midst. This oak was slightly different from all the other trees, which formed a large circle around it. The rest of the trees seemed to respectfully keep some distance from him so as not to disturb him, but they were still close enough to hear him. What to hear ...? The s

“So~ Like the king?” He nodded but didn’t elaborate further, “This tree,” He pointed at the Oak tree behind me, “Acts as a portal between the human world and ours. The Dryad spirit resides in it.” He glanced back at me as he brought his hand down, “But it’s strange, I haven’t heard of it ever allowing humans to pass through.” He looked at me, “Although it has helped people in need.” He stared at me for a second and I felt sort of giddy, “Were you perhaps in trouble?”

“Ethan, Mom, let’s hurry and board. I’ve been looking forward to going to Moonlake for so long…” After a clamor of background noise, Ethan finally responded. “Dad, what are you doing? What benefit is Charlotte giving you that makes you help her like this? “A ridiculous lie like this—and you’re going along with her! She has no brains, and yet you follow her lead…” Dad quickly interrupted him. “Ethan, I’m dead serious. Your Grandpa is sitting in the courthouse right now.