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master son

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance,, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.
Imzebahh · 23.2K Views

Lordly Ones: Scaled Lord Of Strife

Eldritches, Abominable creatures that originated from the deepest depths of the earth, they were dark creatures that hid and lurked under the cover of night searching for prey, they devoured anything who dared to roam the world under the light of the moon, they would slowly creep towards you and sneakily spread their long, noxious, tentacles around you and strangle you as they slowly moved you toward their maw, then they'd pull their tentacles back and little ridges on them would tear your body apart and you would fall into deep into the abyss that was their large, miasmic maw. Humanity prayed to their gods for millennia yet their gods had not answered, not until one day, when mankind was at the brink of extinction did they finally receive their blessings. From Zeus, The Authority Of The King From Poseidon, The Will Of The Creator From Adonis, The Soul Of Rebirth From Apollo, The Spark Of Liberation From Heaphestus, The Seal Of Confinement From Hercules, The Emergence Of Unembellished Power From Hestia, The Seed Of The Hearth From Artemis, The Bestial Sapien From Hecate, The Soul Of Mysticy From Hades, The Woke Of The Soul From Athena, The Spirit Of Conquest From Ares, The Body Of Savagery These 12 blessings were the cornerstones of the Eldritch Slayer path, a path forged by the hands of both mortal and divine, with these, humanity would be able to combat their foe, however, this was many many years ago, nowadays, Eldritch were the least of problems. --------------------------------------------- "Trixion, from behind you!!" A deafening scream resounded through the continent of war like the clap of thunder, though the noise did little to put a stop to the endless bloodshed occurring on the crimson continent. The one who had been alerted of an incoming attack, Trixion tried to look back at the perpetrator of said attack however the attack had already reached him and he was unable to react to it anyway. "You were a worthy opponent, Krimson Khaos...." To be a worthy opponent to the Scaled Prince, The Golden Dragon, of the Empyreans was truly commendable, yet to Trixion who looked down at the scaly arm piercing through his torso it seemed like more of an insult, an insult that brought him rage. Trixion attempted to move however the poison within his body wouldn't let him, after all, what led to him managing to get pierced like this. As Trixion slowly passed he started to accumulate his energy within his body, within a second his body was full to the brim with energy, soon he would burst into a bunch of blood pieces, and burst he did. "W-what are you doing?!?!" The Scaled prince hastily removed his arm and attempted to dash back but it had already been done. Trixion busted into hundreds of little pieces each piece of his body was supercharged with energy and thus was incredibly durable, it would pierce through many Empyreans and go undamaged, even more, he made it so that when it came in contact with anything it would burst even more it was like a bomb with shrapnels that that acted like a bomb. That act had killed nearly 10 million Empyreans and from then on out he was known as a hero to the whole world, he was someone who even in his final moments managed to bring the enemy to their knees. They were correct however it was not in his final moments it was in the final moments before the end that led to his new beginning. However, Trixion wasn't the only one who would begin once again, for Dendracove, The heir to the Driconite Empyreans would accompany him in his journey, as this was the story of both the Krimson Khaos, The Lord Of Strife, And The Golden Dragon, The Scaled Prince Of The Empyreans.
Lord_Sleepless_ · 10.4K Views

The masters son

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he found the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bound wbythe curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located in the deep fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules is a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his torture? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces?
billbanky63 · 2.1K Views

War Goddess' Guide to Creating the Perfect Husband

Khirelle, the War goddess, is hailed as one of the greatest fighters since time immemorial. However, no one knows this indisputable fact, except for Zeus himself. But not even he, nor Hercules, can even dream about defeating her. This goddess of war may be the most powerful on this planet, but when it came to matters of the heart, though? Love? Pfft, forget about it! Love, is the only battle she'll always lose on, again and again. Whoever said, 'There's plenty of fish in the sea,' obviously didn't know what it's like to be a goddess who lived in Mt. Olympus! Everyone knows how messed up the Grecian deities are when it comes to relationships, and that's putting it mildly. Undeterred by what's considered 'normal' in their society, Khirelle takes matters into her own hands and decides to create her partner entirely from scratch. Yes, literally. Using an ancient spell, she has to go through a long and arduous journey that's filled with never-ending trials that'll continuously test her to her utmost limits. A grand adventure that's packed with violence, laughter, heartache, friendship, table flip worthy scenarios, self-discovery, and let's not forget - tea, and even more tea. - "So, all these ingredients I'm going to gather, they're going to be used to create my husband?" "What? My concern's pretty legit, you know? I mean... 30 River siren femurs, 10 Elysian worm skulls, 5 Centaur skin... I don't know about you, but don't you think this destined better half of mine, is going to end up looking like a chimera at this point?!"
Ankth · 112.5K Views

LETTERS from 1988

Nakita muli ni Ysa ang nag-iisang tao na ayaw na niyang makasalamuha. Nagdadalamhati man sa pagkawala ng ama ay nangibabaw pa rin ang galit at poot ng malaman niya na sa kanyang ina na siya titira. Dinala siya nito sa probinsya kung saan naninirahan ang kanyang ina kasama ang kanyang lola na hindi niya pa nakikita sa personal simula ng magkamuwang siya. Tahimik at payapa ang kinatitirikan ng lumang bahay na pag-aari ng mga magulang ng kanyang ina. Ngunit gaano man kaganda ang probinsyang ito, ay alam niya ng hindi niya magugustuhang tumira dito. Aside sa makakasama niya ang ina araw-araw sa loob ng bahay, naiinis siya sa pagiging maingay at pakikialam ng lola niya sa kanya. At ang pinakaayaw niya sa lahat ay... Ang lalaking nararamdaman niyang karelasyon ng kanyang ina. Ang lalaking sa tingin niya ay dahilan ng paghihiwalay ng kanyang mga magulang noon. Ang lalaking alam niya na first love ng kanyang ina na walang iba kundi... . . . Ang lalaking may-ari ng mga liham na nasa kanyang mga kamay. December 23, 1988 Dearest A, Kahit hindi tayo sa huli ay ikaw lamang ang iibigin ko. Lagi mong pagkatatandaan 'yan. Ang bawat letra na bumubuo sa mga salitang nakasulat dito ay siyang patunay ng pag-ibig ko sa iyo. Ang mga liham na ito ang siyang magiging tahanan ng mga ala-alang babaunin natin sa mga darating na panahon. P.S. I will always love you. -J. Nakakunot ang noo at nakangiwi ang mga labi na tinitigan nito ang liham bago nakabawi at nakapagsalita. "Tang*na. Eh di, WOW!" A FILIPINO NOVEL. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2020.
KalyeEscritoria · 7.8K Views
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