Lightnovelheaven Under The Oak Tree Novels & Stories

The sun rose over Golden Lake University earlier than usual. It touched the mountains far from the school then crawled closer to the school, from the East to the West, sweeping through greens. It bath the firs that edged the school not long afterwards, casting their shadows on the school, then slowly, the sun reached the school, too, waking the students who had spent all night partying, swimming, having sex and for half a dozen students, fighting for their lives in a cavern hundreds of metres beneath the school.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

Luca walked back to his study room while Nova followed him, Exward and Daniel always walked away. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the dense forest. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, whispering secrets only the night could understand. In the midst of the stillness, a small campfire flickered softly in the clearing. The firelight danced across the faces of those gathered, their expressions solemn, their eyes heavy with unspoken words.

He just held me, his chin resting on the top of my head. "We need to check the cellar," Jax said. "If that barrel is still leaking—" "It’s not," I said, my eyes half-closed. "The tree took it. The tree is holding it now." Dominic looked at the woods. The silver tree was miles away, but we could see the faint, ethereal glow of its canopy over the ridge. It looked peaceful. It looked like a guardian. "Go to sleep, Raven," Dominic whispered. "The war is done for tonight."

The trees become a green blur. Finally, the rogue slows his pace. He drops his shoulder and dumps me unceremoniously onto the damp grass. I hit the ground hard, rolling onto my side. I push myself up on my elbows, shaking the dirt from my hair. We are in a small, hidden meadow. A shallow creek bubbles over grey rocks nearby. Wildflowers grow thick along the banks. And standing in the shadows of the ancient oaks are seven more rogue lycans. They are massive, scarred, and filthy. But they are not growling.

My physical body may have been healed, but my mama would take a very long time to regenerate. She encouraged me to spend more time in nature, and told me that my mama would regenerate faster if I did. And that was exactly what I did. I spent my time going for runs, or studying the spell book under a tree. Today, that was exactly what I was doing. I sat under an oak tree, which was beside a large field blessed with beautiful flowers. The weather was nice, as the sun was out and the sky was blue. Wind blew past me, rustling leaves on the large tree, causing a leaf to land on the spell book.

he turns and looks me in the eyes, grins, and grabs my hand instantly calming the turmoils I can feel growing in my gut. The moon was setting and up above a small clearing I could see the sun starting to poke up. Then I see things I could have never believed, a town...hidden. I didn’t know there was a town this close to the orphanage, but at the same time, we have walked for hours. So who knows where we now are. All I know is I only now have what I am wearing on my back, and under no circumstances can I return to the orphanage now. The consequences of my actions would get me beaten, to within an inch of my life. And boy did Frances like give out the strap, she smiled after every lash, and

Wilkes asked. “After what happens last session, you're asking why?” “I just didn't expect it.” “Where are the both of them going to now?” Harold asked. “Vamp-itches University,” Trisha replied. “They both wanted to be in the same school so they you know, went to a school designed for the two species. This school, Golden Lake, is the only one that allows all three species.” “Is that where the name comes from?” Wilkes asked. “Vamp for Vampire and Itches for Witches and Wizards in this case.”

Setting: The Bone Orchard --- The field stretched endlessly under a starless sky, its earth cracked and pale as old scars. White trees clawed upward in jagged silhouettes, their bark not wood but bone—calcified remnants of the First Brood who defied Vaelros Seraxa. Each tree leaned as if in pain, branches frozen mid-scream, their roots burrowed deep into the soil where ancient blood still seeped. No Elder dared walk here, for the Orchard remembered betrayal. It remembered the Crown That Bleeds.

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.