Under The Oak Manga Novels & Stories

If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place. Don’t worry though... you’ll still get to see some familiar faces. Lila and Ryder will pop up with fun cameos scattered throughout the story! Uploads start tomorrow, so get comfy and buckle up. I can’t wait to see you on the other side… if you survive the ride. ;) Let’s get wicked again, Aria. His Undercover Submissive Book Two (The Sniper's Good Girl) ~Blurb~ “You think you have a choice here, but you don't,” he murmurs, his thumb slowly tracing my lower lip as he backs me against the wall. ​“I fucking own you now. And you own me in return.”

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Get away from him! Zane, run! Don't you see what it’s doing?" Rhea’s voice was a jagged fracture in the oppressive silence of the Under-Whisper. She was slumped against the petrified trunk of the World-Tree, her blood staining the obsidian bark a deep, sacrificial red. The pocket dimension Morga had tried to create was fracturing, the green-and-black dome cracking as the World-Tree continued its horrific transformation. Before her, the "Soul-Seed" wasn't just sprouting; it was exploding into a grotesque, beautiful Bloom of liquid shadow and silver starlight.

They clung to the stone walls, dripping into the cracks of memory where her laughter used to live. I stood very still. If I moved, even a fraction, I’d break—splinter into rage or grief, I wasn’t sure which. Across the floor, Mara held my gaze just long enough to finish the cut. Then she looked away, like I was already dead. The council shifted, murmurs rising again, thicker now, poisonous. Kael rapped his knuckles against the table, a sharp command for order, but it didn’t matter. The sound had already sunk into them.

I felt a devious smirk spread across my face and let my nails elongate. I lightly drug my claws down his spine, reveling in the feeling of his skin as it bubbled under my touch. His grip on me tightened yet again. He began to roll me on my back, but before he placed his body over mine, I slipped quickly from under him. I laughed as he stared bewildered at the sheets beneath him. By the time he figured out I wasn't in the bed anymore, I was already pulling on sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. I didn't bother with undergarments because I'd be taking them off soon enough.

That's some guts! "You know..." She was still talking when she noticed the spotlight fall on a tall, cool ivory-skinned, handsome hunk with a light auburn hair packed in a neat high bun who was standing on the well decorated podium which was 4 feet higher than the floor where Jessica and every other guest of the party was and immediately, Katherine could tell he was the Lycan King even though he wasn't dressed like royalty at all as he wore denim jeans and a black T-shirt which seemed to be missing a few buttons at the top.

Akira: Hmm the King die from heart attack? Kasumi: Not that, but the Ragnarok.is starting. Akira: Hee, seriously? Kasumi: Why You... Argh i can’t it anymore. Kasumi then storming out and followed by a few girls. I was wondering since when she got those underling? Akira: How many beat you heard. Hanzo: 2 beat. Akira: So 3 beat huh, we still had the time. So what the response of the old man.

He gaped at his own word, desperately looking at Orange. “They also will experience the pain and feel the betrayal deep down in their bones in a single night.” Shadow thought of something. As someone who saw how Orange’s power worked – it worked similarly with Wan but much weaker than him because the mana in Underworld wasn’t as massive as in The Unknown – she found one interesting fact. “How many days can you create in one single night?” Orange snorted. “Ho ho ho,” he chuckled in glee while revealing the notebook that had the world setting, the villains, and how it worked.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

We ran. The Dead Oak was a blackened skeleton, massive, hollowed by fire years ago. Fen stood beneath it, arms folded, tattoos coiling up his neck like smoke. Marek was beside him, too relaxed, too sure. Behind them, three more Exile-wolves waited, eyes sharp, bodies tense. Fen didn’t look at us as we arrived. He just stared into the hollow trunk, face unreadable. Kael stepped forward, all teeth and threat. “What is this?”