Under The Oak Manga Novels & Stories

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

[So as I was saying, those oak trees were capable of predicting the future. Nero gave his master a side glance to check if she had any plans to interrupt him again. It was only when he confirmed that Audrey was already behaving like a good child, did he went on telling his story again. By that time, only the sound of Nero' soft meowing, as well as the sound made by the turning of the pages of the book, could be heard in the library. "MEOW... MEOW... MEOW... MEOW.." [One day, one of the talking oak trees saw that one from my race, the antediluvian cats, will going to bring utter distraction to the world by releasing all the creatures of the dark from their restriction.]

“You’re going to want to step back.” With zero hesitation, they step back in perfect synchronicity as I turn my attention back to the Orraikam. Its swirls of celestial colour begin to pick up speed as the pulsating intensifies. Suddenly magic from within the Orraikam burst out, drawn directly into Oshmin’s hand as it travels directly through to his other hand, blasting out into Gabriella’s body. The underwater throne room quakes as I watch the transfer of power with bated breath as several scenes pass before my eyes showing me all that will be and all that could be, from this singular moment. The fight isn’t over yet, but I will no longer be fighting it alone.

Akira felt it claw at her mind, whispering it's venom. She almost pulled away, terrified by it overwhelming power — Almost, but the goddess’s presence steadied her. “See the wound beneath the rot.” she whispered and she looked deeper Beneath the writhing black mass, she found something smaller. A boy. She saw a young Orion laughing beneath a younger moon,arguing passionately about justice. She reached for that but the darkness was snot willing to let go. It screamed and thrashed and tightened around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into some kind of cage

It is translated to Demigod Isles. Maiko grabbed Cai Kang's hand and led him away somewhere else. They stopped at the tree with the 明 character. She pushed him towards the tree to the point that his body is pressed against it. She then went on the other side to hug it. Maiko is hugging a tree. That isn't the oddest thing he saw in a dream. He then felt a familiar warmth and smell. It smelled like green tea and matcha. It is an earthy but delicate scent that he admittedly liked.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

As one, Anton, Laila, and I all turn to see the Prince of the Underworld standing behind us, his arms crossed, frowning at the screen. “What in hell is this?” He murmurs. “Oh, use your paws,” Laila begs, putting a hand out on my arm. “Please, I don’t want to miss it –“ I frown at her for a second before I understand her meaning and then I grin, pressing pause on the remote and stopping the film. “Hey, ‘Ri Guy!” Anton says, quite cheerful, holding a palm out flat to Orion. “Welcome back!” “Thanks, ‘Ton…gon…” Orion finishes, a little lame, grimacing a bit before shifting his eyes back to the TV. “Seriously, what is that?”

Luca reclined on the couch in the Falcone’s residence, one leg propped up on a cushioned stool. The faint edge of a bandage peeked out beneath the collar of his shirt, evidence of the wound still healing beneath. Lucia toddled across the rug with determined little steps, a stuffed giraffe clutched in her chubby hands. Her giggle echoed through the room, bright and triumphant. “Hey there, bambina,” Luca said, his lips tugging into a grin. “You bringing that to me, or is it a bribe?”

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

The forest bore witness to their primal dance, leaves stirred by the frenzy of combat, shadows playing on the moonlit canvas. Hidden and breathless, I observed the chilling spectacle before me. The metallic tang of blood permeated the air as Dad and Uncle Damian engaged in a brutal battle, a dance of survival that unfolded in the chilling silence of the night. Dad fought valiantly, but Damian's first unexpected strike had already weakened him. His force slowed gradually. As the minutes stretched into eternity, Dad's strength waned. His once powerful roars now echoed the desperate gasps of a wolf pushed to its limits.