Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory - Chapter 942: The Guardian’s Fall

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall.She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her.Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit.He does not believe in love.He does not want her.He has already lost too much.An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life.But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind.Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him.Hate twists into desire.Desire ignites into fierce passion.And passion threatens to become love.But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built?~~~WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!#Slow burn#Spicy#Morally Gray ML#Adventure#Angst

Grim Reaper

Pursue the power of waves, keep company with the darkness, practice thunder and lightning waves, I am the ‘Emperor of Heaven’

Honing the power of blood, fighting with madness, becoming a blood demon and killing the sky, I am the “devil god”

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Traveling into the world of the god of death, with the template of a dnf ghost swordsman, since the god of death has a king, and the destroyer has a king, then I will become the king of the void!

Asura, Berserker, Devil May Cry, Sword Soul, Sword Shadow, Dark Warrior, Wandering Warrior, Demon Contractor, Sword Rider, Dark Templar, all of them are me!

I am the ancient apostle, the God of Death in the Tower of Delusion, the Void King of the Tower of Despair, I am…

In the beginning!

The vest flow in this book, the behind-the-scenes flow, although the plot line started two thousand years ago, it will quickly transition to the plot

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?