Under The Oak Tree Manta Novels & Stories

I go until I’m far above the ground, far enough that looking straight down leaves me feeling dizzy. Don’t look down, don’t look down. I tell myself and look straight ahead. I’ve wrapped my arms around the tree trunk and I’m gripping tight. It’s some kind of oak tree, with large wide branches and a sturdy trunk. It’s thick with leaves in midsummer and they rustle gently in the light wind. Below is the hard baked ground and a little way away, the pool that comes down from the waterfall before the river rushes away through the forest.

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

“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.

Most striking is the tree's response—its leaves shiver and rustle though no wind stirs them, branches bending subtly toward Maris as if straining to hear her better. I pause at the clearing's edge, unsure whether to interrupt what appears to be a private communion. But as I watch, thin tendrils of golden energy flow from the tree into Maris's palms, spiraling up her arms like living vines before disappearing beneath her skin. The sight is both beautiful and unsettling. Before I can retreat, Maris speaks without turning. "The oak remembers when this land was ocean floor." Her voice carries easily across the clearing. "Its roots touch water that hasn't seen sunlight in ten thousand years."

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

The elf body twist and churns into a full fledge living tree. The trunk slams down on the oceanic floor and grows beyond the pool. The sound of a bursting rupture fills the ocean as well as the surface just above. The tree emerges from the pond which startles everyone in attendance. Oblika takes a long look at the tree. Its leaves are fully blooming like living nature is at the prime of its life. The elven blood, however, coats that beautiful greenery with dark red blood. Venus's frightened look looks upon the creation and notices a sense of dark magic that has been used, the same old magic that is used to create and destroy. Quickly, she runs to Oblika and pushes her down to the ground. She

They mocked me, and although Alpha Sorren was speaking harshly at them, it didn't make me feel any better. He stood up and turned to look at the map with me. I folded my arms, looking at every tree in the area, tired and bothered. “Mira, are you okay?” He whispered. I sighed, giving up. I'd probably be mocked for the rest of my days if we ever survive this. I turned my back, and was about to run out when I realized that I had seen a special tree. “Is that the oak-iroko tree?” I asked as my eyes widened.

MAXINE We made our way to the old oak tree near the lake. The moon was hanging low in the sky. It cast a pale glow on the water. I could see the massive oak tree in the distance, its branches twisting like fingers. This was where it was all going to end. We reached the base of the tree. The ground beneath our feet is uneven and covered in fallen leaves. Mr. Grayson pulled out the scroll from the small box containing the last piece. He brought the other pieces from his bag one after the other.

“We’re here.” The giant crow landed at the top of a gigantic oak tree. It was so big that its branches were as big as the ordinary trunk of an oak. You can even make a tent on its broad leaves. Is this tree enchanted or something? The most amazing part was the thousands of fireflies I guess, flitting all over the tree. But there was a small opening on its trunk and the fireflies made a pathway going inside. He rode off first and held out his hand to help me get down. I willingly grasped his hand but I guess I was too excited that I jumped right into him. He grabbed my waist to catch me from slipping through the algae.

The talking oak tree was taken aback when he saw that the group of young warlocks had returned. Recalling the matter about the Antediluvian cat, the guardian tree in the Forbidden Forest looked for Nero. Upon catching the sight of the daggers in the other party's eyes, Nero' eyes shot up and an ominous premonition arose in her mind. Without giving the talking oak tree time to speak Nero said, [Let's talk some other time Old Oak. We still have something to attend to...]