Apostle of the Void - Chapter 57: Wintering (8)

Lucien is an exploited employee, with a miserable salary and a life marked by loneliness... as well as carrying a secret that beats within him: the mysterious Black Blood.One night, on his way home, he is attacked by vampires. What seemed like the end becomes the beginning of an unexpected destiny.Lucien wakes up as a vampire... And not just any one.Amidst intrigue, power, and an unexpected marriage to beautiful vampires, he will be drawn into the dangerous supernatural world.What Lucien never imagined was that this strange condition he detested so much would be the key to transforming him into the most feared... and powerful vampire of all time....So, about the NTR stuff. Netorare? Absolutely not. Netori? I'll leave that up to fate... Oh, I almost forgot, there will be no incest in this novel.

Annabelle Asra:“Wait!” He commanded, hope surged within me. Maybe he will change his mind, but his expression turned icy, and my heart sank as I understood he had no intention of doing so.“I will never allow you to live a normal life, even if the Crimson Moon has shown you mercy, Annabelle. I will make your existence a living nightmare for what you did to my sister.”As I pondered his plans for me once I was no longer part of his tribe, he seized my throat, and his fangs pierced my neck. The pain was unbearable as he marked me. The agony I endured was nothing compared to the torment his mark would bring.Anger, resentment, and bitterness consumed me. A mark typically signifies acceptance and protection, but in my case, it signified the opposite.Betrayed by the Alpha's fiancée, Kari, I was sentenced to death but spared by the Crimson Moon, only to be exiled and marked by my ruthless Alpha, Zachary Ziglar.After surviving and joining a new pack, I discovered I was pregnant without remembering who I had been with. But why did my pup bear a striking resemblance to my tormentor?

Why do Gods of Transmigration love to murder their benefactors instead of asking for their help a normal way?That's how Karl got started as well. Murdered by a goddamn goddess, dumped into another world, and told to save her from her problems. You'd think gods would have their shit together, being gods and all. But apparently they do not.Karl, a teenager, who felt the inequality in his already struggling life more than ever before, finds himself transmigrated as a vice principal of a magical academy. The council accuses him of his incapability and his inexperience, believing he's not fit to lead them to the top.[ Mana meter unlocked: capacity F ]Even his cheat skill seems like a useless gimmick as Karl faces the worst students of the academy and the most difficult professors.That goddess better sends his paycheck to his parents in his old world because Karl isn't going to work for free, and if he does this job, the least she could do is pay off their debts.But then again...“I won't accept this fate handed out to me. This world might offer me the fantasies but they can't give me the warmth of my loved ones.”Would he be able to meet the Goddess and return back to his world or would he gets buried under the history of the lands that had once housed Gods and Demons alike?

I will not die. Not for someone else.

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For as long as Kairos could remember, he experienced things twice. Originally, Kairos believed that was completely normal. However, as he grew up, he realized that it was not nearly that simple.

Kairos would experience things one second before they happened. At first, he used it to avoid stubbing his toe or having a plate fall on his head. But as he got older, he realized that being too different from other people was essentially a sin.

And so, Kairos quickly covered his ability up and pretended to be a loner. He let himself get shoved around even when he knew he could avoid it, just to blend in with the crowd.

However, things weren't just left at that.

Along with his strange ability, Kairos always had dreams.

Dreams of a rising red sun.

At first, they were infrequent and more confusing than anything else. But as time went on, he had this same dream more frequently.

And it also became more terrifying.

Kairos would wake up in a cold sweat, not truly understanding why he was so afraid. That is, until one day.

When the red sun rose.

And the apocalypse descended.

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