Under The Oak Tree Manta Novels & Stories

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

I wasn’t ready to meet Carlos yet, so I took the midway path knowing they would be running border to border, circling the territory. 'Shaila? Why are you crying?' He asked again, and Maya stopped walking. We smell our mate. He was on the same path as we were, or maybe he passed by here, so his scent lingered. 'I don’t know.' 'Happy Birthday…' 'Thank you...' I covered my mouth with my hand as I slipped behind a big tree, leaning my back against it. Soon, I heard twigs and dry leaves snapping, letting me know someone was approaching.

nature at last. Kain carefully plummeted into the new area and was cheerfully stunned to find a mango tree! There were two ripe mangos on the floor! Sustenance! And there were many more on the tree! He just needed something to cut them open. He examined it a little more and saw a rare, unusual plant.

Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous. His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from the oak, but they were nowhere to be found. He took a cautious tour around the tree, his little feet stumbling over the awkward roots. He secretly hoped they were simply hiding, ready to burst forth with laughter and startle him. He shuddered. Obligichaun looked again, but the forest was empty.

Jay closed his eyes and Mj took the opportunity to jump forward onto the branch of the tree directly across from the now melancholy hunter. “Marnie you don't understand…” Jay began to speak but was cut off when Mj grabbed the trunk of the tree she was in and launched her leg out planting her foot in the center of Jay’s chest and shoving him from the branch he was on. The look of surprise on Jay’s face was not lost on Mj as she landed belly down on the branch beneath her and watched his expression as his arms and legs stretched out colliding with branches as he descended toward the ground.//

In the center stood a massive obsidian desk covered in floating holographic displays showing live feeds of every sector in Oakhaven. Standing by the window, his hands folded neatly behind his back, was Director Vane. He wore a tailored dark suit, his grey hair neatly slicked back. He looked completely composed, as if the massive riots burning outside his windows were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "You took longer than I expected, Maya," Vane said, slowly turning around to face us. His grey eyes were sharp, cold, and piercing. Leo instantly stepped forward, raising his pulse stunner and aiming it straight at Vane’s chest. "Step away from the control console, Vane! It's over. The cit

“Sorry, sorry. Getting back to where we left off, what are you going to ask to the woman after the little work is done? We need a new smart TV, a couch to watch the TV, also we need some dollars to buy other things…” “Would you shut the fuck up?!” The big man raised his voice. “I’m trying to concentrate.” No one else said anything else. Just his gaze directly to the man who seemed uncomfortable in the corner of his bed. Surely, Bastian felt watched since he turned around looking for the one who was observing his movements when he found the big man in the cell in front of him. Around 7’1 high, perfect beard, his arms covered in tattoos and the look in his eyes that represented anything but fe

"You're saying… you killed the Underworld's Alligator-Turtle?" Omar gulped with great difficulty. Another person chimed in, "That level three monster… hidden in the dangerous Lost Soul River?" Maya also gasped, and she widened her eyes, staring at Caspian, "The Underworld's Alligator-Turtle… that's surrounded by a group of the Armor-Breaker Fishes?" Even though Xander thought it was shocking, he pondered for a moment before saying,"I am not doubting you, but the news is astonishing."

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?