Under The Oak Tree Manta Novels & Stories

"There were three of them, but I can't sense any of them beyond this bridge. That enormous power pulsing within the city is masking everything else." They climbed up the few steps to the bridge and reached the huge fallen tree partially blocking their path. Without any second thoughts, Lankko released Kora temporarily and reached from under the tree. Then, with a single heave, he lifted the whole tree off the bridge and threw it to the water.

Marietta's breath hitched in her throat, her nostrils were assaulted by the fresh scent of the river stream, a musky mud odour and the ambers of a burnt oak tree. In her mind, she could hear Monica whistling and howling to the top of her lungs, Marietta got an image of a cub dancing around, tail wiggling in the air and tongue out of her mouth. A shadow covered her vision, she looked up and a tint of red covered her face, from the

The trunk snaps in the middle with a loud boom, the top half crashing into the dirt. Then, the air changes. A strange pulse vibrates through the mud. It feels like a heavy heartbeat throwing a wave through the entire forest floor. The water in the creek stops flowing downward. It begins to lift, tiny silver droplets floating up into the air toward the canopy. The ground beneath my paws rumbles. The roots of the giant trees groan, bending and twisting as if they are made of soft wax instead of old wood. The oak tree holding Betty begins to lean, its top branches dipping low toward the ground. She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently.

he shouts. We run through the dense trees, heading back toward the campfire. Alaric slashes through the bushes blocking our path with his claymore, clearing the way for us. I struggle to keep up with his long strides, ignoring the pain all over my body. But as we pass through an area where massive oak trees grow tightly packed, I feel something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The stench is very close… right above our heads. I glance up while running. Among the branches of the giant trees, I see unnatural movement. Dark figures crawling along the branches, moving at terrifying speed, following our path.

Jennifer rubbed the bridge of her nose awkwardly. "Andy, I know you're still angry with me. And you should be. But I have already cut ties completely with Phillip. Can you give me another chance? Please… don't abandon me." Her voice trembled as tears glimmered in her eyes. "I'm begging you." I looked calmly toward the distant hillside and shook my head. "Jennifer, let go. There is no going back for us. "It's like the apple tree in the yard. After our son died, no one cared for it anymore. Later, I tried everything to save it. But it still died.

Maya’s POV: I look at the huge oak tree in front of us and forget how to breathe for a moment. It is taller than the rest. Its trunk is wide and old, with deep lines running along the bark. The branches stretch high, almost touching the moon. Lyra walks closer and places her palm on the tree like she knows it. “This is the oldest tree in this part of the forest,” she says softly. I step beside her. “How do you know?”

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

They needed to keep moving, to find ways to get out of the area. Anna guided Luna through the forested area until they reached a tiny clearing. Their movements were muted by a thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet. Luna couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched, but she knew Anna would keep them safe. A large, gnarled oak stood in the center of the clearing, shimmering in the moonlight. Anna approached the tree and spoke inaudibly beneath her breath. The trunk of the tree suddenly broke open, revealing a hidden corridor.

Leanda said as she looked around, her eyes scrutinizing the whole place in search for a fruit tree, "Let's look for something." Alarick nodded, understanding the importance of keeping their energy up. He also scanned the area for any signs of food. Minutes later, they stumbled upon a mango tree, the ripe fruits hanging low and inviting. Leanda looked up at the mangoes hanging from the tree, her mouth watering at the thought of the sweet, juicy fruit. "There!" Leanda exclaimed as she pointed to the mango tree, "Mangoes," she chuckled. "Okay?" Alarick mumbled, "I mean, this tree is so tall, how do we get up there?" He smirked

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.