Under The Oaktree Novels & Stories

There was a small table with a button on it off to the far side of the enclosure. Trees and shrubs hid the metal fencing, but they were done in such a way that it felt like she was out in the middle of the woods rather than just off the side of a hotel. Snow floated down, melting in the rising steam of the hot water. “This is amazing,” Holly whispered. She knew that Blue Aspen was fancy, but this took fancy to a whole new level. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. “Graham is mad that I rented it out before he did,” Nathan told her with a chuckle. “It’s an annual competition between us as to who can get to it first. He won last year, I got this year.”

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

High above the brick walkways, the towering branches of the ancient red oak tree—their unofficial gathering spot between classes—dropped a steady rain of dry amber and crimson leaves with every passing gust of wind. Austin Carter sat with his back pressed against the thick, furrowed bark of the oak trunk. His long legs were stretched out on the patch of dry grass, his heavy dark navy fleece jacket pulled tight against the morning chill over a simple gray t-shirt and fitted denim. A thick, worn hardcover textbook on fluid dynamics rested open on his lap, but his dark eyes weren't scanning the equations printed on the page. Instead, he was looking out across the quad toward the distant steel l

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.

The drive further into the city was quiet. I had finally explained in full to Rem who I was going to talk with. At first, he hadn’t really comprehended that there was a large group of Ancient Ones camping out in St. Paul’s Cathedral, but the more I spoke of their looks and manner of speaking, the more aware he was that I was telling the truth.

The talking oak tree was taken aback when he saw that the group of young warlocks had returned. Recalling the matter about the Antediluvian cat, the guardian tree in the Forbidden Forest looked for Nero. Upon catching the sight of the daggers in the other party's eyes, Nero' eyes shot up and an ominous premonition arose in her mind. Without giving the talking oak tree time to speak Nero said, [Let's talk some other time Old Oak. We still have something to attend to...]

Wearing a white dress, ending just above my knees, I went out of the house and locked it, so that I can peacefully enjoy my book under the oak tree. That oak tree has always been a special place of mine. It gives me a sense of tranquility whenever I lay my back on its trunk while words flowed from my book towards my brain. I've read that an oak tree is one of the most loved trees in the world. It represents strength, morale, resistance and knowledge. It is also a symbol of honor, nobility and wisdom due to its size and longevity. The sky was bright, but the rays of the sun weren't that harmful even though it's summer already. There were a few clouds up in the never-ending sea of blue. In fro

now, thankfully Oasis is really great at hiding her existence. I think I will like her. I would have liked her better if she had answered all of my queries. My sister is the best sister you could find in the whole world. Even though she doesn’t share her problems which I wanted her to, she would listen to ours, and wiggle out a suitable solution. Why wouldn’t she share her problems? I sighed again. Well the best thing that had outcome through this mess is that we are living in the same house right now. That i need to thank him. I looked outside the corridor window, a group of children were playing , running around. Some were dragging logs of wood and back. My eyes widened when I saw them ca

The oak tree stood on a gentle rise beside the fast-flowing river, its thick branches spreading over the valley like a giant canopy. Snow covered the grass below, turning the small valley into a white blanket. The river rushed over the small rocks, sending a constant roar through the otherwise peaceful landscape, while the natural fountains spilled clear water from the rocky edges farther along the bank. The winter sunlight filtered through the bare branches, making the snow sparkle whenever the clouds shifted. We spread a large picnic mat underneath the oak tree, gradually covering half of it with snacks. There were sandwiches wrapped in paper, packets of crackers, sliced apples, cookies, s

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