Under The Oak Tree Lightnovel Novels & Stories

were grouped as if telling some gossip. What the hell is with this place. Is this some kind of organization? Ugh! I can’t sit here doing nothing. I need to get out of this room. I slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door, carefully propping my head to check if anyone is there. Left and right. “Do you want something?” A robotic voice sounded from my left immediately made me jump. It scared the shit out of me that I reflexively closed the door with a bang. Didn’t I just check the left side? I leaned my head on the door before opening it again. I saw a tall, blonde woman with muscular arms standing in front of the room. “Hey~” I singsonged, “You maybe!?” “I am Oasis. You guard.” She said

They walked forward, the blackness all around them when they finally reached a stream, behind the stream was the oak tree, so old and its branches were down to the water. "What is this place?" Genevieve asked and Nathan retorted, "This is where the banshee lives." The tree lifted its branches to the sky as if his very presence was enough to beat back the darkness. His bark was utterly dark. "This is the oldest tree of the world…" Nathan informed her when they heard a raspy voice from behind. "And it's not for you…" turning around, both Nathan and Genevieve saw a woman extremely beautiful, she had white hair which shone in the darkness.

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.”

We sat beneath an enormous oak near the edge of the training field. Orion stared up at it. “What?” “Trees in your world are strange.” I looked at the oak. “That’s a normal tree.” “Exactly.” “What do your trees look like?” “Some move.” “Move how?” “Walk.” I blinked. “Your trees walk?” “Some.” “Why?” “Why don’t yours?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. “Okay. Fair.” He smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile without my father immediately interrupting.

' Maira grumbled as her mind recalled a character from a popular reverse harem light-novel she was in the middle of reading before she got transported into this world. The name of the light novel was called A Fairytale Romance, set in a fantasy magical world, where those who have magic and nobility were sent to a well-renowned and prestigious school that taught students how to hone their magic and become outstanding individuals. The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy.

The eldest among them spoke, "Luna, Alpha Burst, include these stories in the next chapters. Let the pack know of the challenges faced and overcome. It is through understanding our past that we pave the way for a harmonious future." Luna and Alpha Burst, expressing their gratitude, took leave from the elders' palace. As they returned to the sacred tree, Luna spoke to Alpha Burst, "The elders' insights will add depth to the Book of Luna. Let us write of our triumphs and tribulations, creating a narrative that resonates through time." Underneath the sacred tree, surrounded by the enchanted aura of Nampa, Luna and Alpha Burst continued their task. The Book of Luna expanded with each stroke of t

Oak walked with a little gap in between them to avoid holding hands. That night, Oak who usually sleeps at the sight of bed, spend some time lying awake. "I am afraid I am liking Phet too much.", Oak mused to himself and then looked over at the opposite dorm through the window near his bed. " Phet, you don't know what you are doing to me.", he said looking at the empty balcony, save for some clothes put to dry.

‘It’s working. I opened my eyes and the oak tree filled out. The grass regenerated. The branches straightened out and reached for the sky. The cries of pain turned to orchestras of jubilation. ‘You actually did it.’ Orion folded his arms over his chest. A cocky grin plastered on his face. ‘You sound so surprised.’

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. ‎

“When she gave you the ability to hide your scent, where did you go to ask her for help?” The woman glanced at Oliver, who looked as equally as baffled as she was. “That old oak tree.” She pointed to a large majestic tree, that sat directly at the edge of the clearing, we walked over to it and noticed a pattern carved deeply into the bark… “it’s the lunar cycle.” “The Luna oak!” Oliver quickly dropped to his knees in front of the tree out of respect. “I’ve only ever seen pictures… It’s said that the original lycans planted it, in respect of the goddess herself.” It was the perfect place for me to attempt to make contact again.