Under The Oak Tree Light Novel Novels & Stories

The second the final bell rings, he’s waiting by my locker. Rowan (quiet): “Orchard. Now. Bring the fox if you want. The rest stay topside.” Kayo follows without asking. The world folds. We step out under the cedar tree in the mist-space. Dacia is already there, arms crossed, looking exactly like me at sixteen except for the weight of eight thousand years in her eyes. Rowan bows—actually bows—to her. Rowan: “First Queen.” Dacia (dry): “Still not my title, monk.

For a moment, she felt lighter than she had in days. When she looked up again, she saw me sitting under the lamp, sewing a deep blue backpack. The thread moved clumsily through the cloth in Andrew's hands. Just then, someone knocked on the door. Jennifer turned her head. In the blink of an eye, both Cyrus and Andrew were gone. "Cyrus! Andy!" Her voice echoed through the room, but the house remained silent. No one answered. The knocking grew louder. Then Phillip's voice came from outside the door. "Jenny! Jenny, are you in there?"

The morning air should have been sweet. It should have tasted like the promise of a new life. But as the sun rose over the First Den, the sky took on a dull, metallic sheen. The golden wheat fields were no longer dancing. They stood still, as if they were afraid to move. In the center of the valley, the Great Oak Tree stood tall. Its leaves were a deep, vibrant violet, pulsing with the soft rhythm of Kaima’s heartbeat. She was the wind. She was the soil. Every breath the wolves took was a gift from her.

The universe trembled. Not from power. Not from destruction. Not from war. Recognition. Something impossibly ancient had awakened beneath the Last Tree. And it knew Nova's name. Silence spread through the Graveyard Beyond Creation. The endless dead universes surrounding them became still. The lights hanging from the branches of the Last Tree glowed softly. Each light a memory. Each memory a life. Each life a story that had once existed. The traveler stood beneath the colossal tree. Simple.

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.

The hit tree creaked and began to tilt downwards. Selene was staring at the stranger in horror when she saw a fireball in his hands. Images from the nightmare came back to her, but this man was nothing like one from the dream. The only thing they had in common was that flaming ball suddenly appearing in their hands. Selene groaned softly as she saw the fireball rushing toward her. She closed her eyes, ready to feel the strike, for she knew that wouldn't have had time to escape anyway. Suddenly Selene heard the crack of wood nearby, so her eyes opened and saw the huge oak tree under which she was standing being on fire, bending downwards, and in a moment, it would probably pinch her to the gr

- 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.

- he admitted. - I understand.- I said, and suddenly something flashed through my mind.- You're the boy I saw then...- I said, and seeing Oliver's lost gaze, continued.- After first coming to this house, I touched the bark of an old oak that grows right next to the wall separating the forest from the house. When I do something like that, trees or other plants show me what they saw happening around them, in their lifetime.- I explained in more detail.- And the oak showed me your family, you, your sister... I didn't watch it till the end though, since I felt that the oak wanted to show me some bad events, so I didn't immediately associate it all with you.- I added later with a slight guilt wri

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.”

DERORA The sun had began to show its irritating rays when she woke up, darathos flew low and scraped the trees, "Derora, awake are we?" He said through the link, "Yes, shouldn't have taken long to get to the village on air" derora replied while staring at the forests, The trees were getting thinner and she saw signs of smoke in front, the veratus moved quietly through the forests while passing the rays of sunlight, they neither flinched nor burn, whatever she did to them made them stronger.