Under The Oaktree Novels & Stories

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.

Hart suddenly asks out of nowhere. I turn, "...what?" "I've been thinking about it." "..." "..." "...Hart." I pinch the space between my brows. "What?" "Don't. Just, don’t. Please." Half a cocktail and you’re like this? I swallow a laugh. A while later, we arrive at Oakswood. "This is a big house. You’re indeed rich.” She makes an obvious comment as we make our way inside. Oakswood sits on the quieter edge of Westside, tucked behind rows of maple trees and overlooking the lake. It isn't flashy from the outside despite its size. Just stone walls, warm lights, and wide glass windows.

The trunk snaps in the middle with a loud boom, the top half crashing into the dirt. Then, the air changes. A strange pulse vibrates through the mud. It feels like a heavy heartbeat throwing a wave through the entire forest floor. The water in the creek stops flowing downward. It begins to lift, tiny silver droplets floating up into the air toward the canopy. The ground beneath my paws rumbles. The roots of the giant trees groan, bending and twisting as if they are made of soft wax instead of old wood. The oak tree holding Betty begins to lean, its top branches dipping low toward the ground. She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

Elara felt a prickle of awe, a sense of being in the presence of something truly extraordinary. They emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. In the center, a gnarled oak tree stood sentinel, its branches reaching towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. Beneath its ancient boughs, the ground was carpeted with soft, dewy moss. Kael nudged her gently towards it, a clear invitation to rest.

Leigh shouted into the little honey coloured house that sat quietly on one of the many rapidly occupied plains of Wild Oaks. The little town had earned its name from the ring of widespread Oak trees that sprouted out of the ground wherever they pleased. Leigh in fact, had one of the trees growing in her backyard right where a swing had been built. It provided shade on hot summer days and held most of the snow on the fiercest winters only to release them as water droplets later on.

I climb off her back and thank her for giving me a ride here. “Are you staying?” I ask but she is already on her way back to the castle. That’s strange, why was she in a rush? Turning I see an enormous tree. It looked to be an old weeping cherry tree in full bloom with its pink spring flowers. The moon illuminated the bright colors and magical fireflies flew all about. There looked to be lighting coming from the center where the trunk of the tree should be. I stepped forward and moved a flower branch to the side so I could walk under the tree. I continued until I found the tree trunk. Lanterns were carefully placed all around underneath the weeping canopy. It’s simply breathtaking. I was so

He draped it over his shoulder. Kade always did things with purpose, so it was nice just to meander, no destination or agenda in mind, talking to Eliza as they wallowed in the lazy afternoon. It pleased him Skylar hadn’t cultivated the stereotypical suburban lawn, but allowed the landscape remain natural. Rugged. A backdrop of long, gold and brown grasses, stubby groundcover the color of cinnamon, sagebrush, and the occasional yellow daisy popped up, all blended seamlessly past the barbed wire fence and across the pasture. An oak tree with gnarled branches grew in the middle of the backyard. Usually only scrub oak survived and they never reached that size. He stopped under the canopy of shad

Katherine remained quiet all through the ride and in the end, Jason's plan worked. He bought a foundation tube which he used to cover up Kat's hickeys before driving her home. To her surprise, they met a black G-wagon packed in front of their duplex bungalow. "Who owns this car? I know for sure this isn't Gavin's." She asked Jason who was just coming out from the car pack. "I didn't know I was supposed to keep track of every car that is in this pack but don't worry, I will make sure that once you're fired, I will resign from my work and become a traffic Wardner and keep records of all cars…"

When Selena and Maddie arrived at the Treehouse Bar, it was not hard to find where the group was. It was a very nice and casual bar that was attended by college students at the city. It was in the open-air and most of the people stood on their feet, drinking and chatting. Selena started to feel very nervous. She didn't know anyone that were with Robbie. While they were walking towards the group, William saw them and waved. Robbie had his back to Selena and Maddie, but when he saw William waving at them, he turned.