Under The Oak Manga Novels & Stories

Liam, Zak and Leo are sitting at the table laughing hysterically, drinking some brownish colored drink. I walk toward Liam whose eyes light up. He pulls me onto his lap as he kisses my cheek. I don’t know how everyone feels about this public display but no one seems to mind. “Here, try this”. He hands me his glass. I smell it. It smells like sweet oak. I take a tiny sip. It burns but is SO GOOD. I take the rest like a shot.

I stop at the last large Oaktree and hide behind it because someone else is standing there just watching. It's a guy from the looks of it. Looks to be around 6 foot 3. Really lean but with pretty bulky muscles under a thin deep red t-shirt. Dark denim jeans that hug him in all the right places and running shoes. He has light brown curly hair that grazes the top of his ears. With his back towards me I can’t make out his face. I stand their studying him for I don’t know how long. I’m brought out of my haze by the snap of a twig not far from where I am standing. The guy turns around at the sound. He gets the most beautiful smile on his face showing his white teeth. They are a little crooked but

Luca let out a soft gasp, and a woman's long, pale fingers reached into the frame to fix his cuff, revealing a sailboat-shaped ring on her ring finger. "It's fine if it gets dirty," she said. "Next time I'll give you another one of mine." His grin widened. He set down the paint, took her hand, and walked off. Off-camera, the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing drifted through the mic, leaving the rest to the imagination. The comments flew past, but one stood out. [Wait—did I just hear Daniela Falcone? The underworld queen?] Then the woman's voice cut back in, and the temperature dropped in an instant.

Non-existence. Harkan, his eyes filling with tears, reached down and picked up a silver axe. One by one, the other wolves followed. They moved like ghosts, their spirits broken by the sight of their hero turned into a monster. --- ### The First Strike Inside the Great Oak Tree, Kaima was not a girl. She was a consciousness spread thin across every leaf and root. She felt the warmth of the sun as a gentle hum in her mind. She felt the cool water of the river as a soothing song.

The oak at the center was massive, its branches sheltering benches where elders told stories of the Lycan queen and her Alpha who had saved the world. ‎ ‎I sat beneath that oak on a soft summer evening, wrapped in a shawl woven from silver thread—gifts from packs across the world. My hair was white as moonlight, my hands thin and veined, my body slow but my mind sharp. The light inside me was quiet now, a gentle glow rather than a blaze, but it was there, warm and constant. ‎

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

Iori asked referring to her aunt’s husband who wasn’t present at dinner, “He’s dealing with another deadline. The last time I saw him, he was walking like a zombie with ink stained cheeks and smiling like a lunatic because he got over a block or something…” Megumi said with disdain and Iori laughed. “I could relate to that, I was like that a few days ago. Minus the ink stains. Writers deal with different kinds of stains, unlike mangakas. But overall, it comes down to the same state.” “I will never understand you Otakus…” her aunt sighed.

he asked looking at Kariya. “Don’t go anymore, mom home schools me.” Said Kariya, dropping his head. “Don’t worry about it, you got the best teacher in the world.” Said Ophilius with a smile patting Kariya’s head. “Now what happened to you?” she asked rushing over to Ophilius. “I lost my leg in an epic fight, but look what I got for my trouble.” He said, holding out his hand revealing a white translucent wing.

[110 Book worm weirdo Prodigy] Phet woke up to the sound of Oak's alarm. He sat up on the bed rubbing his eyes and found the older groaning and whining softly whilst squirming on the bed in annoyance. Phet couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Oak was now cursing something under his breathe and was trying to find the alarm to stop it, with his eyes still closed. Phet giggled calling the older's name. Oak fluttered opened his eyes hearing the younger's giggles. And only then he realized the younger was in his room and he was sleeping beside him on his bed, the whole night.

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.