Under The Oaktree Novels & Stories

"Many people helped bring this place to life, you know? It's just a place where Omegas like us can find a purpose." Torches are hanging on the walls and that's it for lighting outside the buildings. Inside them, a few people are using candles, and some even have lightbulbs. We walk past a few small homes and keep going until we reach a cavern called The Omegatrix. It's been built under the massive roots of a tree. I arch a brow at the name. "What does that even mean?"

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

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.

“You’ll regret this, Cameron. If you dare to say something, you’ll regret it!” A black Mercedes Benz pulled over in front of one of the most expensive and precious salon that Susan and Ace could have rented. Maybe, it wasn’t going to be the wedding Cameron would have wanted in her life, but it was enough for her to know that this time she wasn’t getting married under a contract. She had power and control over her life. She was going to be happy with the man that should be inside waiting for her.

A bee buzzes somewhere while a breeze ruffles the nearby giant oak tree leaves. With a clutch of fear in my heart, I feel light-headed as if I might be sick. A tree house settled high in the branches of a giant oak tree, and a dirty old green hose snaked across the lawn. A fence collapsing "You will have to put some effort into your grandma's devotion" Officer Stephanie encouraged looking around like she was searching for something.

a symbol that the sun is about to hide and moon will now replaced its shine. I swallowed hard while staring at the tall trees in front of me. I nodded. There is no backing down Lexis. This is for Alqamar. He will not going die. He won't die. I slowly walked towards the path and I followed the trail towards the dangerous forest. It's now or never Lexis.

He offered his wide hand, “Let me help you.” “I can help myself.” I stood, and shook off the dirt off my skirt. He just shrugged, “Okay.” He continued and went under the oak. It was only a bit higher than Gabriel, but taller for me that I was able to raise my head high and see its perfect oddity. Its shrunken trunk and all that was connected to it had perfect shade of homey brown and its foliage was thick, but there were spaces that allowed rays of sunshine to pass through it.

Oak is an expert at hiding such emotions from lingering in his voice, except for when he is angry. He needs to talk to Oak directly to get a better idea about the things. Maybe he also likes Phet and he is just hiding it, fearing his Dad. Aroon was so confused and shocked after talking to Oak yesterday that he couldn't go and talk to Dae or console him.

“It’s not possible,” Mac said quietly, standing at the edge of Hope’s garden, looking at the small oak sapling with its cluster of pale, impossible blossoms. “Oaks don’t flower in October. They barely flower at all in the traditional sense. Something else must be growing through it.”

“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.”