Oak Pulp

Some people can be luckier than others! These people are often admired and envied by countless people. But only they know what they had to go through to be as lucky as they are. Their luck can sometimes be a blessing and a curse. One lucky encounter and their destiny can change forever. In a world of cultivation, Oak represented majority; the most common talent among the people with very big dreams. With cowardly attitude, fear of death and love for his family, Oak will confront countless dangers, intense battles, and heartbreaking pain. As he walks on the path of cultivation, he realizes the true horror of power and his destiny. Living in a treacherous world where people are no different than livestocks, watch as he uses his knowledge of the scientific world in the matters of a fantasy world to hold the stars and ride the dragons. His journey can only be described as growth of a Hero. From coward to fearless! From ordinary to a genius! From lucky to someone who deserves! From protecting his family to protecting the world! This is a journey of a Lucky Hero in the selfish World of Cultivation!

They were just children of the modern world. Until a vampire found his soulmate, their family grew to include a ghoul, another vampire, a siren, a necromancer and two babies. But not all is fluff and dimpled smiles. For a god lurks in the shadow. A god who uprooted the little family and placed it in a magical world. A dangerous world of goblins and demons. Of poverty and new hope. Will Nikola manage to protect his family from Tangra? Will the town of Oak’s Rest be brought back to life? Read to find out! (A story with a sassy system and sarcastic villains. A story about family and taking action. 3 chapters per day.)

Everyone has friends in their lives, right? They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits. Ahem! Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I. I was friends with author of web novel. Yeah, was. A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author. Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel. A character who is supposed to die in the prologue. I was Doomed from the start! [Your body is dying!] [You don’t have much time left.] [The creator of this world is mocking you.] F#ck you, Author. F#ck this novel. I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp! --- [WSA2025 ENTRY!] Additional tags: # Academy # Alternate World # Fantasy World # Male Protagonist # Misunderstandings # Multiple Love Interests # Obsessive Love # Possession # Romantic Subplot # Special Abilities # Transported to Another World # Yandere [Author Note:- I don't need any castle or spacecraft, etc. i think it's waste of money sending those big gifts. So save your money and just read if you like the novel.] discord link:- https://discord.com/invite/Ep9PZHSp

Carlos Valois thought dying once was enough—until he woke up as a 10-year-old in the world of "The Dark Era," a game he'd mastered in his previous life. Born as the last heir of a fallen noble house, Carlos discovers he's destined for a tragic fate: in six years, he'll be manipulated into joining the dark forces and killed by his own childhood friend. But this time, he has the ultimate cheat code—memories of the future. While other kids play with toys, Carlos hunts for divine legacies. Using his game knowledge, he performs an ancient ritual and steals a Demigod Mark from the thousand-year Sacred Oak—a power that should have remained hidden for decades. At 15, Carlos awakens as a Death Herald with broken stats that shouldn't be possible. Most Death Heralds are fragile summoners hiding behind weak skeletons. But Carlos combines his necromancy with stolen divine abilities, creating a hybrid build that turns him into an unstoppable force. ..... [Skeleton Warrior has successfully evolved into Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard!] [Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard has activated Bond: Glory of the Purple Thornblades!] [Twelve Purple Thornblade Guards have formed an Undead Armored Knight Legion!] ..... His skeleton warriors aren't cannon fodder—they're elite undead legions enhanced beyond normal limits through secret evolution paths that took thousands of players years to discover. Every "coincidental" encounter is actually Carlos farming legendary opportunities. While his sister thinks he's just a lucky genius, Carlos systematically raids every hidden treasure, secret technique, and forgotten legacy he remembers from the game. Ancient bloodlines, divine artifacts, mystical cultivation methods—if it exists, he's taking it. With his infinitely evolving undead legion, Carlos set out on a path to rewrite destiny and become the supreme Death Herald legend.

While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

Reshaine, Abidale, and Eleanor are living their normal teenage life, visiting their grandfather from time to time on his farm. Everything started getting unusual after an encounter with the old oak in their grandfather’s yard. It was magical and very unrealistic. They started feeling like there was a burning fire inside of them that gradually grow much bigger and hotter. More and more, they became aware that something is wrong with them. The urge of something inside them is too strong, and they ended up somewhere unknown to anyone. It was somehow peaceful and scary at the same time.

The tree stood tall in the quiet hills of Beverley , nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods bearing witness to countless seasons and stories of love,loss and longing.For decades,the residents whispered of its magic .Hank Rand ,a reserved literature professor ,stumbles upon an old, unopened letter beneath the tree while walking his dog.Intrigued and moved by the words-a heartfelt poem from a man,Silas to a woman he never stopped loving -June,becomes obsessed with finding the letter's recipient.

He leaned against an old oak tree, arms crossed, dressed in all black as usual. The golden glow of sunset filtered through the branches, lighting half his face while the other half melted into shadow. “You came,” he said without looking at her. “Don’t act surprised,” Evelyn replied. “You told me to.” “I also thought you’d be smart enough to stay away.” She walked closer, squinting at him. “You told me the truth when no one else would. That earns you one hour of trust. Use it wisely.” Lucien pushed off the tree and started walking deeper into the woods. “Follow me.” Evelyn hesitated before falling into step beside him. “So... you’re a vampire. Just going to accept that now.” “That’s probably for the best.” “And you kill other vampires.” “Only the ones who break the rules,” he said. “Most of my kind... don’t follow laws anymore.” “And what rules are those?” Lucien’s jaw tightened. “Don’t hunt humans. Don’t create chaos. Don’t let anyone discover us.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “You're doing a pretty terrible job at that last one.” He looked at her sideways. “You were an exception.”

"They buried me with roses. Red, like the betrayal in their hearts" The sky was grey, the morning they laid me to rest. Not stormy, not gentle, just blank, like the eyes of the people who came to weep. They cried. My mother's veil soaked in fake tears. My father face tight, as though forcing himself to mourn. And Albert, my dear Albert. Stood tall beside my cousin, her hands around his arm. I watched them from the oak tree, unseen. My fingers trembling, body cold, heart burning. The coffin was shut, but I knew what was inside. My face, my hair, . My pale hands folded neatly like I had died with grace. But I haven't. I bleed on cold ground, screamed, I fell. And no one tried to save me . That morning I had woken up in someone else's body. A maid's body. Thin wrists, bruised ankles, calloused palms. The scent of ash and soap clung to me. I looked into the mirror and saw her face , not mine. Her lips, her eyes, her sadness. Her name was Margaret. They didn't notice. Not my mother, not the maids I grew up with, not even Albert. I moved through the halls like a ghost, cleaning floors I used to walk in silk. Serving wine to the very people who buried me. And no one knew. But I know. Someone killed me, and someone let me die. They think the dead can't speak. That once the dirt is thrown and the prayers are said, we're gone. They're wrong. I'm still here, watching, and I'll remember everything.

Jayden Colman at the age of 12 had been arrested and given a life sentence for murder after litterally shoving a shovel down his fathers throat for his dad had beaten his mom to a pulp after coming home drunk simply because she over cooked his food . But then at the age of 13 a silver linning opportunity presents its self as he joins the army. 13 years later and he vows to make the world bend to his knees.

How does it feel to have such prowess...? Such thought lingered on Kreig's mind; yearning, hoping. He doesn't have a place to call home, nor does he have a person he could come back to. He was a loner living on the streets. The furthest memory he could recall was when he was beaten up to a pulp, and there he awoke. Not such prowess, but his consciousness. Living on the street caused his hunger to survive to surpass his peers, though he, himself, had not done anything to turn his situation around. Then one day, when the usual trade happened before his eyes, an unusual spark lit up in his eyes, something dangerously close to hope. Even if this kills me... Tomorrow, I, Kreig Haven, will set forth the world of Domains! One to two chapters per day, typically 4:05 PM UTC

Liam wasn’t supposed to be here. One moment, he was in his apartment. The next—standing in the middle of a bustling village, sunlight dappling through oak trees, the smell of fresh bread in the air. It was too normal. The villagers greeted him like an old friend. They knew his name. They asked about his "family." And when he played along, his own mouth answered for him—words he didn’t choose, memories he never lived. By day, the village was picturesque: market stalls, laughing children, a cozy cottage with his name on the deed. But at night? The roads shifted when no one was looking. The same faces appeared twice in the same crowd. And his reflection in the mirror… wasn’t his. Worst of all? No one else noticed. Because in this village, the only rule was simple: Pretend you belong—or whatever’s watching will make sure you never leave.

Jericho was just another die-hard gamer until a sudden death dropped him straight into the world of his favorite fantasy RPG. There’s only one problem: he didn’t reincarnate as the legendary hero, the hidden boss, or even a halfway-decent ally. No, Jericho is an extra. A third-rate noble who, in the game’s story, used his status to bully the weak, harass women, and serve as an early punching bag for the real protagonist. His scripted fate? A humiliating downfall: after assaulting the hero’s childhood friend, Jericho was beaten to a pulp, suspended from the academy, and disowned by his family. Left with nothing but his name, his destiny was to vanish quietly as the story marched on. Now reincarnated into this disgraced villain’s body, after the fall, Jericho wakes up at rock bottom. No money, no allies, no backup plan. And worst of all? Everyone already hates him. But Jericho isn’t interested in redemption. He knows how this world works: no matter how strong a villain gets, the protagonist’s hidden power and unbeatable plot armor will always win in the end. So, why bother fighting fate? Armed with deep knowledge of future events, Jericho takes a different path: profit. From rare relics and world-changing tools to market-shifting disasters, he crafts and exploits every twist of the story for one thing: wealth. His final goal is a quiet, luxurious life far away from the main plotline. But as Jericho’s schemes succeed, his "coincidental" genius draws eyes he never wanted, from dangerous nobles to ambitious academy students, and eventually the hero himself along with his circle of heroines, each with their own suspicions and agendas. Jericho planned to stay out of the story, but the story isn’t done with him.

“I wrote this world. I made these rules. And now... I’m just a nameless grunt in them.” Ethan Carter was just another failed webnovel author, spending sleepless nights writing for a handful of readers. Until one day, he woke up... inside his own story. The problem? He didn’t become the hero. Or the villain. Not even a cool side character. He became a grunt. A disposable NPC. The kind that shows up just to take a punch and drop like a sack of potatoes. And to make things worse, he reincarnated right at the moment he’s about to be beaten to a pulp by one of the most ridiculously overpowered characters in the entire world he created — the hero’s mentor, the Lord of Thunder. But… all is not lost. Because in the middle of his panic, Ethan discovers something not even he knew was hidden in his own script: A power. A bug. A loophole. He can stop time. The problem? He has no clue how this damn thing works. Now, he’ll have to survive, master his powers, and navigate a world filled with assassins, criminal syndicates, magical factions, and characters that… well, he wrote. His fate was never in the story. So screw the story.

If you're not particularly drawn to the finer points of political intrigue, the complexities of warfare, or sprawling fantasy worlds filled with deep, intricate characters, I want to be upfront with you this story may not be for you. It doesn't lean heavily on political drama, elaborate battles, or a massive, labyrinthine cast. Instead, it follows a different path, one focused on something else entirely. Arentia a continent where power and prosperity once stood as the twin pillars of rule. Its stability was upheld by noble houses, each playing a vital role in maintaining order. Among them, none were more renowned than the House of Vermouth, whose symbol a towering, lifeless oak embodied strength and resilience. During the great coup that shook the capital, the Vermouths fought fiercely to preserve their legacy. Ethan, the youngest heir of House Vermouth, enrolled at the prestigious Azoria Academy, where nobles and commoners alike trained in the arts of magic and swordsmanship. But Ethan faced a unique and brutal challenge: unlike the other students, he bore the Curse of the Corrupted Blood Dye an ancient affliction that twisted his body whenever he used mana or magic, making him an easy target for mockery and cruelty. Yet despite it all, Ethan heir to wood and fire refused to back down. His spirit was unbreakable, his resolve forged in iron. He wouldn't rest until he proved to the world that he was stronger than fate itself. Coming soon: The Crimson Moon Ritual of the Corrupted Blood Dye Homecoming: Ethan Confronts the Great Cataclysm of Azoria The Unexpected Betrayal: Was Henry Vermouth a Pawn in a Greater Game? Declaration of War: House Vermouth vs. the Valdharts and Their Allies, the Greedy Gastrines And this is just the beginning. More epic events await stay tuned for continuous updates.

When Oak met Hsu,It felt like the universe has finally stopped.From stolen glances to last-night confessions, their loved bloomed in the quiet spaces where the world finally made sense. But love, no matter how deep, doesn’t always conquer the ghosts we carry. As dreams collide with reality and choices begin to divide them, Oak and Hsu must face the hardest truth of all: some soulmates are meant to change you, not stay forever. A tender, aching story of first love, identity, and the quiet heartbreak of letting go.

When You Sign, My Heart Sings By Sana. In a town divided by school rivalries, Fujibayashi Tsubame, a towering beauty from South Oak Elite and rising band guitarist, stumbles upon a quiet boy sketching in Watanabe Kyun’s café—Shirukasekai Arata. He’s deaf, shy, and can’t speak, but his sketches speak louder than words. Mysteriously drawn to him, Tsubame starts learning sign language, awkwardly fumbling her way into Arata’s silent world. As music meets art, and sign meets sound, the two grow closer through coffee shop meetings, rooftop stargazing, and soft brushstrokes across sketchpads. But with secrets, school feuds, and silent fears in the way—will Tsubame be able to confess her growing love without saying a word? Meanwhile, Umeko—Arata’s best friend—quietly roots for them while hiding her crush on the café boy, Kyun. But Kyun, ever smiling, seems to only have eyes for Umeko. #Thankyou

Emily's life in the small town of Willow Creek was idyllic. She lived with her parents, Mark and Sarah, and her younger brother, Jack, in a cozy house on Elm Street. The sun-kissed streets were lined with oak trees, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from her mother's kitchen. Emily's bright smile and infectious laugh made her a beloved figure in the community. But beneath the surface, Emily's world was about to shatter. She had always trusted her family implicitly, but a chance discovery would change everything.

Lea has one rule: Don’t. Get. Caught. As a vampire hiding at the notoriously human Crimson Oak University, she will has to survives on avoiding sunlight like a pop quiz, and never, ever gets close to warm-blooded classmates. Until Austin Lin—a walking, talking blood hazard with a smirk that ruins her undead life. After a disastrous first day (see: mistaking the forensics lab for Medicine class and caught a "couple" being touchy in the classroom), Lea vows to avoid the man. But Austin, a relentlessly curious pre-med student, starts "coincidentally" invading her space: "Accidentally" bumping into her at night classes ("You always sit in the back. Scared of sunlight… or me?") Asking way too many questions about her "allergy" to garlic fries. Tropes you’ll fang over: "Don’t sit next to me" vs. "Make me" study sessions Beauty rescues the beast moment!! "Is your blood type O? Cause you're O-bviously mine."

In the 21st century, an event known as the Great Shift of 2030 destroyed 90% of life on earth. A new race known as the Shifters emerged. 200 years later, countless wars divided what was left of civilization into two areas: The city-states controlled by the crime fighting SPA, and the badlands controlled by lawless bandits. Axel, a powerless Shifter in 2230, has vivid dreams of future events that never seem to come true. He has dreams of Joining the SPA academy and becoming an agent, but he is unable to deal with a bully at his local school. As Axel progresses and becomes stronger he begins to wonder, if his dreams are just dreams, or are they warnings from the future of a destiny he cannot escape? “1352 times I’ve been shoved in lockers, drowned in toilets, and beaten to a pulp...And yet, everyday I come back here, patiently waiting for that day....” Axel thought “You're trash! I kick your butt every morning but you never seem to get the message! Why don't you go back to where you came from? Why don't you quit this school you powerless loser!” Pb yelled into his face “Because… I believe in my dreams.” Axel began "I'm going to beat those dreams out of you!" Pb yelled kicking him in the stomach. Axel spat out a wad of blood, and looked Pb directly in his eyes. “I’ll never stop dreaming. You can beat me up as much as you like, but as long as my heart still beats, as long as my mind still thinks, I will continue to dream! No one can come between a man and his dream! The only person who can stop a man from dreaming is that man himself!” “Tomorrow is the day all this changes! Tomorrow is the day my dreams become Reality!” This novel was originally posted on Royal Road, and now I am bringing a rewritten version here. I am the original author. This story features images and manga panels so it is a light novel manga hybrid. You can see the images by clicking the links at the end of each chapter. They are not necessary but they provide a better viewing experience. The illustrator, Mo's Instagram is below @degamishiro https://www.instagram.com/degamishiro/

The next morning, Alyssa snuck out of the estate, careful not to wake anyone. She made her way to the old oak tree, her heart racing with excitement. As she approached the tree, she saw JoeGad already waiting for her, a big smile on his face. "Good morning," JoeGad said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good morning," Alyssa replied, her voice barely above a whisper. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without saying a word, JoeGad took Alyssa's hand, and they set off into the woods, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead. As they walked, the trees grew taller, and the path grew narrower. Alyssa felt a sense of thrill and excitement, knowing that they were exploring forbidden territory. Suddenly, JoeGad stopped, his ears perked up. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. Alyssa listened, and soon she heard the sound of rushing water. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "A waterfall!" she exclaimed. JoeGad grinned. "Let's go see." They pushed through the underbrush, and soon they came upon a stunning waterfall, cascading down a rocky cliff. Alyssa gasped in wonder, feeling as though she had stumbled into a magical kingdom. JoeGad turned to her, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed. Alyssa nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that this was just the beginning of their adventures together. As they stood there, taking in the beauty of the waterfall, Alyssa felt a sense of connection with JoeGad that she had never felt before. It was as though they were two souls, meant to explore the world together. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, Alyssa knew that their friendship was about to blossom into something more.

Vardy, a shut - in loner, seeks refuge in Rune Quest, an RPG game where he transforms from weak to strong as a Dark Warlock. Soon after he enrolled at White Oak Academy, he faced discrimination alongside his peers in the Frame Initiative. Eventually, he unlocks a powerful system that grants him the abilities from his game avatar.

A lonely orphan, had long learned to navigate life without family or a place to call home. One stormy night, fate delivered its final blow—a massive oak tree, uprooted by the raging winds, ended his young life. But death was not the end. Instead, he awakens in a world of magic, reborn in the body of a noble heir with a name he doesn't recognize. With memories of his past life intact, he finds himself in a land of arcane wonders, powerful sorcery, and noble bloodlines. Yet, despite his newfound wealth and prestige, the scars of his past linger. Determined to forge a new destiny, he sets out to master magic, unravel the mysteries of his reincarnation, and perhaps, for the first time, find a place where he truly belongs. In this second life, will he finally find the warmth of a home, or will he be swept up once more by the winds of fate?

Ahvia Monera has always been good at keeping her anger in check until one day she beat someone to pulp and put him in a comma and burned down his house. Fed up by her impulsive behavior, her parents sent her to bellworth academy, an academy specialized in anger management where fury rules and only the strongest survive. tossed in the male dormitory she's forced to room with Damien crowe, the most feared student in campus. Damien crowe is cold, cruel and utterly ruthless. Everyone one is scared of him some believe he isn't a normal human being. But Damien isn't just dangerous, he's something else entirely. The last son of an ancient dragon bloodline, Damien's anger is just a normal occurrence for him. everyone fears him and that's good to him but Ahvia? she doesn't although she should. Because in a school where anger is uncontrollable And monsters in the shadows, getting too close to Damien, the devil himself might be the most reckless thing she has ever done.

*Synopsis* In a world where social hierarchy and class distinctions are rigidly enforced, a forbidden romance blossoms between Freye a young slave, and Angus, one of the sons of the plantation owner. Their relationship begins as a secret affair with Angus exercising his privilege and Freye being forced into a situation she can't escape. Freye would spend her days as a slave, working tirelessly under the scorching sun and the oppressive life, and her nights warming the bed of the arrogant young master. Freye could not describe their relationship nor could she refuse the very handsome man. Angus is as intimidating as he is calm, as devious as he is pompous. However, as they navigate the complexities of their feelings for each other, they begin to challenge the societal norms that govern their lives. Especially when threats arise against their secret affairs. When Freye becomes pregnant, Angus is torn between his passion for his unborn child and his deep-seated prejudice against the child's heritage. As the pregnancy advances, Freye finds her own strength and agency, refusing to be bound by the expectations of those around her. As they face the consequences of their actions, Freye and Angus must confront the harsh realities of their world and the secrets they've kept hidden. Will their love be enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will the societal norms and expectations tear them apart? This novel explores themes of love, power, and identity, delving into the complexities of human relationships and the ways in which society can suffocate us.

[INSPIRED BY UNDER THE OAK TREE; SUJI KIM] A heart-wrenching tale of love, fate, and transformation. Before they ever met, their destinies were already entwined. Thrown together by forces beyond their control, Azrya and Akio are bound by duty-but their connection runs far deeper than obligation. What begins as a toxic bond-tainted by possessiveness, obsession, and pain-slowly evolves into something neither of them expected. As walls are broken and truths are laid bare, they must confront not only the scars of their pasts but also the fragile hope of healing through each other. Their journey is anything but easy. Love, when born from struggle, is often the most fragile-and the most powerful. Will their love bloom against all odds, or will it come crashing down in heartbreaking tragedy?

AN: The book is currently being edited, I apologize if you have already started to read, it'll should be ready very soon, thank you. WINNER OF WFP #5 FEMALE LEAD (WEAK TO STRONG GOLD TIER ) Eden Mariach is a Fairy and like all Fairies, is expected to sit still and look pretty. In Aria there are two kinds of creatures that live together, the Fairies and the Elves but the Fairies are practically slaves to the Elves. Eden wants to change this but can she? When her very own weak and fragile nature is against her. Lily Larue hates his purple hair and he hates his name, he's not too excited about being a Fairy either plus the fact that he's supposed to be the strongest light Fairy but he can't even light a candle. Poppy Payne is the perfect Fairy Hero but all isn't as it seems. Aster Maloy simply doesn't care, he's emotionless and lost with no sense of right or wrong. Daisy Dane hides his true self because he's scared of being rejected. And Orchid Oak just wants to be different, she wants to count. Six Heroes with different stories and pasts come together to save a city that doesn't want to be saved. Will they be able to put their issues aside to save their Kind? -*- Come talk to me on discord at Aryna Stan#5852 I'd love to hear your thoughts... -*-

In a dark alley, obscured from the prying eyes of people, the muffled grunts of a shadowy figure beaten to a pulp were barely visible. Four hooded figures were standing around the bloody figure on the ground as he looked up in hate. Kraign struggled to his feet, his face mangled beyond recognition. "All of you idiots shall pay. THE WORLD WILL BURN!! "Boss, I think he's gone mad, we should leave", one of the hooded figures said on a low voice. "Was thinking the same thing", the shortest hooded figure replied, retreating with his crew, leaving the boy in the ground, barely breathing. As death drew near, things all went wrong.