Novel & Cerita Lightnovelheaven Under The Oak Tree

He growled "You wanna play game with me bitch, then let play!" ☆☆☆☆☆ Argentina Oak Forest The once beautiful oak forest has turned from amazement to something odious, the forest itself has become rigid and rough like the sky just fell in the middle of the forest. Trees fell to the ground heavily, grasses were completely smoked into ashes while the wind itself has already been stuffed. Trails of smoke thrilled into the air like a bonfire was made within but there wasn't fire anywhere, the atmosphere itself breath upon the forest a sensation of agony that broke the stability of the land purifying it in nothing but sure confusion and discomfort.

Behind them, the city of Nova Luna glowed in the darkness, a beacon of defiance and hope in the center of the wasteland. The Covenant was sealed. Long live the Queen. [END OF BOOK ONE]

The divine burst hit against it, dispersing into nothing but harmless strands of starlight that melted into the darkness. The world exhaled. And in that quiet the ground that sat beneath them started to awaken. In the distance, deep in the woods of Green Fall Pack, the Tree of Life trembled. The sacred tree, old, holy had been besieged. Rogues, blood-crazed and corrupted, had formed a circle around it, scratching at its roots, their bodies infested with black veins. The moon goddess let her expiremented rouges go and bring chaos to the realms. But now....

It was old, its leather cover cracked and worn, with no title on the spine. Curious, I pulled it from the shelf and opened it, the pages brittle beneath my fingertips. As I turned the pages, I realized this wasn’t just any book. It was a journal—filled with the scrawled notes and observations of someone long gone. The handwriting was messy, the ink faded, but the words were clear enough to make out. The hidden chamber lies beneath the roots of the ancient oak, where the first Alpha of Silverwood made his vow. My breath caught in my throat. The ancient oak—that was the tree near the edge of our territory, the one that had stood for centuries, long before the pack was even founded. I’d always

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

Years later after the war had ended, Members of the Jade wolf formed an alliance with other pack Alphas and they became the rulers of the underworld, they were to institute justice and care for their packs. At least that was what the goal was in the beginning, Tara fell in love with a human, and she got pregnant for him but was betrothed to the son of the Midnight Wolf pack when the news came that she had a child for the human, wolves sought to kill her and her child so she fled. Harry was born on a blood moon night, the sky was red as blood and there was not a single cloud in the sky, Tara was alone to care for her child as the other wolves had killed her human lover and forced her to run a

We just stood, holding hands and enjoying the cool breeze and of course, the sweet melody of the birds. Then Nicholas’ lips twisted. I knew he was about to break the awkward silence. Goodness. Relief washed over me. “ Do you have any idea what this tree represents in the world of werewolves?” He arched his brows. “ I'm sure you must have heard about it” I nodded confidently.”Moonbark oak tree” My lips shivered. “Good” Nicholas gave me credit. “ Do you know its significance?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes to the trees, scanning it studiously. I have heard a lot about the tree; how mystical it was in the world of the werewolves.

She is mother nature herself, the queen of all living beings. "Let's go, Cody. And to answer the question in your head. Yes, I was alive the day the world was born and the sun god and moon goddess were wed. I sang at their wedding, and danced under the shooting stars." The oak is large and is the oldest tree I have ever seen. It must be a thousand years old. "This tree is a thousand years old, Cody. And you have nothing to worry about, these are the luna lilies we have been searching for. Thank you, for helping us. You are free to go back to the Wolf People Clan."

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

I said in objection. “Your hands are ice cold,” he stated, creating friction. With pursed lips, I let him do what he wanted to do and gazed into the pouring rain. There were three oak trees in front of the house, thick moss-covered the tree trunk, and the branches were scarce of leaves. Dark clouds covered the horizon, and flickers of distant lightning sliced through the skyline. One, two, three lightning caressed the sky, and then a powerful gust of wind swept by the same time Paul lifted my hands to his mouth, blowing warm breath on it.