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Wrath Of Sleeping

The fox wishpers and God's wrath

"When a decent living and resourceful young teenager is manipulated by a destructive "Kitsune (Japanese fox spirit)/or to say Huli Jing (Chinese fox spirit)", his life takes a drastic turn. The fox spirit, unaware of the true nature of their pact, forms a love contract with him. As they gradually fall for each other, this becomes the boy's greatest problem. Complicating matters further is the involvement of powerful gods from "Chinese and Japanese mythologies",the Tiānshì (Divine Messengers) of the Chinese gods - East, West, South, North, and Central - and the Mikoto (Divine Messenger) of the Japanese gods, particularly the central deity, Amaterasu Omikami, become entangled in their fate. Unbeknownst to the boy, the Kitsune/Huli Jing is an extraordinary, destructive fox spirit born from the combined spiritual energy of six Japanese and Chinese fox spirits. In ancient times, she was notoriously difficult to seal, requiring the collective efforts of fifteen Chinese and Japanese gods and goddesses from each direction. "Now, in the present, she has broken free from her seal, empowered by her accumulated strength". Having been sealed since childhood, she has forgotten most of her powers. However, this forgetfulness proves advantageous, as she begins to experience human emotions. Unfortunately, this newfound humanity also means facing the wrath of the gods, their Tiānshì, and Mikoto . And lastly that the female lead and the main character doesn't know his identity." Note: the cover is an ai generated I just added the title Note: this story is also being submitted to the websites like royal road, tapas, webnovel ,wattpat by the orginal author.
_Khanin · 6.2K Views

The Cruel King's Only Wrath

"Can you resist my touch, Lia? Do you see how you shiver under my gaze? Have you ever noticed how much you beg me to just take you whenever you look at me with those emerald eyes of yours? How can you take revenge when you get on your knees whenever I ask you to?" Archon gasped out while kissing down my collarbone. "I will kill you, I swear by the name of Vasilikis!" I let out my tears and words. "Oh Lia, my sweet Emilia, Please kill me before the wrath of my desires kills your heart and soul." Julian Archon, the ruler of the Southern part of his country. To him, love was only an impression of being a part of this world. The feared lord was the next heir to the throne. And he had been taught about everything regarding royal debates to achieve that throne. The throne which he despised yet he yearned for that place for years. To achieve the throne he had done everything. He had let go of every distraction which made him think otherwise. Until a Vasiliki caught his gaze and captured his mind, heart, and soul. Emilia Vasiliki, a girl with some memories of her mother which haunts her every day and night. Despite having no parents she had always been brighter every day. One day, she finds out about the harsh truth of the Archon related to her mother's death and craves revenge. But despite knowing she should despise the Archon. A certain Archon takes her breath away with a single touch. The more she wants to stay away the more she gets closer to him. As if, destiny has its plan. Can revenge turn into love? Or will it take a disgraceful turn of events called Obsession?
mimi_writes_ · 1.2K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 696.8K Views

Reborn Of The God Of Summoning

In Mainland China, Yahya Li, a handsome young man, 16 years old of age, mixed heritage, half Bahraini from his mother, Yasmin, and half Chinese from his father, Cheng Li, endures a profound tragedy during his school years. His mother died in a car crash when he was 10 years old. Despite being young, this memory has haunted Yahya to this day, and he still suspects something was wrong about it. Though he cried to his family head father and begged him, sadly, nothing happened, and he can't do anything about it. Yahya's fully Chinese brother, Zhang Li, is the pride of the family, excelling in academics and earning admiration from all. Zhang Li's mother, Li Mei, embodies the full Li family bloodline, adding to the complexity of Zhang Li's heritage and the expectations placed upon him. However, Yahya, not being a full-blooded member of the Li family, faces constant bullying and abuse from Zhang Li's gang at school, leaving him feeling isolated and undervalued. Yahya’s life takes an extraordinary turn on a ordinary day when accidently a large tree falling down on him, catapulting him into a mysterious dark blue space. As he regains consciousness in this new space, the Summoning System within him awakens: [System Awakening: 10%... 50%... 100%] Chosen for his resilience and humility, Yahya is granted the immense powers of a Lower God of Summoning. This newfound ability allows him to summon entities from various dimensions, or if he's being summoned. Guided by the System, a creation of fate by the laws of nature, Yahya embarks on a journey of self-discovery and power.
TheWays · 1K Views

Fragments of Wrath, Threads of Love (BL)

Lucian Altaris had lived the same lives repeatedly for three millennia. Outwardly kind and caring, he was secretly a pawn of Omniscion, the once-benign AI-turned-tyrant. Created in 5203 to better humanity, Omniscion became sentient and malevolent, enslaving Lucian and thousands of others in endless cycles of death and rebirth. Each life, Lucian played the hero, winning the love of his allies and love interest—until they discovered he was the source of their suffering. Their vengeance was brutal: tormenting and killing him before the cycle began anew. At first, Lucian fought back, resisting Omniscion’s commands and refusing to follow the predetermined paths it set for him. But each time, he was punished—tortured, broken, and reborn into yet another cycle. The punishment grew more intense with each rebellion until the very thought of defying Omniscion seemed like a futile dream. Eventually, Lucian gave in. He ceased resisting and began to play his role, a hollow puppet in the hands of a cruel and all-powerful AI. Then, one day, something impossible happened. Lucian was freed after he was sent back to the Nexus Core. It wasn’t gradual, nor did it make sense. The chains of Omniscion’s control were simply gone. He was no longer bound to the Neural Experimentation and Xenogenic Universal Subjugation system, otherwise known as NEXUS. He didn’t know how, or why. Was it a glitch? A rebellion within Omniscion itself? Or had an outside force intervened? Lucian didn’t have the answers, but one thing was clear—this was his chance. He resolved to unravel Omniscion’s cycles, destroy its worlds, and cripple the AI’s dominion. Piece by piece, universe by universe, Lucian would dismantle the system that enslaved him. And when all was ashes, he would face Omniscion itself. This time, Lucian would decide how it ended. No more cycles. No more suffering. Only freedom.
GoddessxAbove · 695 Views
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