Under The Oak Tree Manhwa Novels & Stories

" I mumbled. I laid my back on the bed and as soon my back landed on the bed. I feel so sleepy. I closed my eyes and didn't realize i felt asleep quickly. "I have a gift for you. Close your eyes, agàpi mou. " A well build handsome man approach me. Who is he? He look like a sculpture that made of pros among all the pro's. Why is he wearing like that? He is wearing a white rob and he is looking at me intently. His face looks so gentle like a crystal that needs to hold dearly. Where is this place? We're under an oak tree. This is an oak tree im sure of this. It was on my collection of drawings since i was a kid. I starting to panic, but my hands and body can not move. It seems that it was par

🌿 ⸻ A silver tree standing beneath a twilight sky. ✨🌳✨ ⸻ The same tree from Memory Zero. ⸻ The place where everything began. ⸻ The place where the first mystery was born. ⸻ And sitting beneath the tree… Was a boy. ⸻ Dark hair. Silver eyes. ⸻ Waiting. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Boy Beneath The Tree The boy looked up. ⸻ Then smiled. ⸻ Not sadly. Not mysteriously.

But the voice became louder and closer. Kallias finally reached the site and saw a dark, dry tree. Hanging on it was Jae Hyun, unconscious and hurt. His lips bled and there were wounds all over his body. "Kallias, Kallias." Jae Hyun writhed. He cried with swollen eyes and a pained expression. The omega seemed exhausted, as if that cursed tree was sucking its energy. "Help me, baby. Help me." Jae Hyun begged in the midst of screams of despair.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Micah, get back! Don't you dare give that monster what it wants!" Rhea’s voice was a jagged rasp, cutting through the heavy, ozone-thick air of the Under-Whisper. She was slumped against the petrified, obsidian roots of the World-Tree, her fingers digging into the cold, dead wood as she struggled to stand. Every inch of her body felt like it was being held together by rusted wire and sheer desperation. Across the glowing fungal moss, the Heir—the dark, mirror-image construct of Rhea herself—towered over the battlefield, its mirror-eyes reflecting a world already won.

Mila asked Victor. “We found roots blocking the passage inside Keats kingdom, which no weapon could break, so we could connect the ring of nine kingdoms. But the eight kingdoms are connected," Victor informed.” Victor asked, “I have been meaning to ask Hanna, but as Hanna was Hanna, she knew nothing! What is a wisdom tree? And who is Osho? I have never heard of him..." “You don’t need to know about it or anything from our kingdoms,” Arthur, who was listening to this conversation quietly, snapped. “And shall we go down and meet his pathetic army?” he added.

The sound of soft weeping draws my attention to one of the few remaining trees on the lot, a large, aged oak that at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin contrasting with the tree's wood. I change the course of thoughts of the past with the inopportune curiosity of discovering who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with his pet dog beside him feigning pain with the loss. The funereal atmosphere is not strange, the cold wind raises some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the announcement of the storm lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the

I inquire and she nods with a smile, “Yes, Danika. This artifact is the only gateway left in the human world...crafted from the bark of an ancient magical Oak tree not of this world.” “There was an Oak tree in the end,” Hector huffs with his arms crossed. “It just wasn’t on this side.” I concede with that, watching how Aunt holds the mirror and peers into it. Suddenly she shudders and gasps, calling our attention as we crowd around her. “Oh my freaking word! Are those clouds?” Tomio exclaims with mirth and I grin, glimmering eyes making the shapes of white clouds and a blue sky. It’s like we’re peering through from above the clouds, peeping into the magical world of endless wonders and myste

Long dark trees stood at the edge of the road. She sighed dejectedly and she felt someone's eyes on her. She rubbed her hands together and bit her lower lip nonchalantly. She was on the verge of going towards the farmhouse when her eyes landed on Jungkun. He was standing beside the trees. He wore an obsidian black suit and his long seaweed hair resting on his forehead, which enhanced his handsomeness. He enveloped his arms around his chest and she immediately approached him.

Setting: The Bone Orchard --- The field stretched endlessly under a starless sky, its earth cracked and pale as old scars. White trees clawed upward in jagged silhouettes, their bark not wood but bone—calcified remnants of the First Brood who defied Vaelros Seraxa. Each tree leaned as if in pain, branches frozen mid-scream, their roots burrowed deep into the soil where ancient blood still seeped. No Elder dared walk here, for the Orchard remembered betrayal. It remembered the Crown That Bleeds.

The sound of a baby's soft cry filled the meadow. Sora's face glowed with kindness, and Sage felt a warmth in his chest. She sat under a big oak tree, leaning against the trunk, and gazed lovingly at the baby girl in her arms. The baby, Octavia, grabbed Sora's hair with her tiny fingers and giggled softly.