Kabala Ayinleri

In the chaos sea there are thousands of worlds you have the knight world, the magic world, the immortal world,... This story is about a race that no one encoutered before.. They call themselfs dragonlords

Out in the wild How typical of a man to base his judgment of her solely on her looks! Clearly Kip Forsythe would have preferred that she wore khaki shorts, a bush shirt and the odd python draped around her neck. Natalie would show him she was quite capable of preparing for the arrival of an entire film crew at Africa's Kabala Dam. He didn't need to know--he wouldn't know--it was all part of an attempt to mend her broken heart. ***** 'I went to pick up a middle-aged lady in a battle dress with few cameras slung over her shoulder. What I've got is an exotic black and gold butterfly. Kip Forsythe, the man in charge of the Kambala dam project in Madembi, didn't pull his punches. He considered that Natalie was a pampered daddy's girl, wholly unsuited to the task of researching a documentary film on the remote African dam. But Natalie was determined to do her job well --- with or without the arrogant Mr. Forsythe co-operation. But she hadn't considered the rush of desire that threatened to consume her each time she thought of Kip. Will love come knocking at Natalie's door with an arrogant Forsythe to handle...will Natalie fall in love with Neil, Ray...or is there a third wheel...She hadn't considered she'd fall prey to his Jungle Enchantment!

Su Mu once again created a locust tree in the era of spiritual energy recovery. In this era, powerful people were everywhere and ruled the region. Strange beasts were roaring in the mountains and rivers, occupying the land and making it king. The myriad creatures of this era rose up and competed against each other. A locust tree rose up from the heavens, creating a paradise of pure land in this chaotic era. A hundred years ago, I was a legend. A thousand years later, I was a myth. Some people call me the Tree of the World, to protect this world, to pray day and night. Some people call me the World Tree, for all living things to support a piece of the sky. Some call me the Tree of Life of Kabala, a symbol of truth and wisdom. Others called me the source of demons, the scourge of all realms, the forbidden zone for all living beings. Day and night in the shadow of death. But no matter who it is, regardless of their identity, they will always be respectful in front of me