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Boku No Kanojo Ga Majime Sugiru Shojo Bitch Na Ken

La Renaissance d'Oméga

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*
JHeart · 201.5K Views

Ang Kampilan na Humahati sa Hangin

Isang uri ng nobelang Bayaning-Mandirigma (War Hero), na ang mga pangunahing mga karakter ay marunong manlaban at nageensayo ng kanilang Sining Pandigma (Martial Arts). Sila ay mga Alagad ng Sining Pandigma (Martial Artists) na nagpapalakas ng kanilang Gahum (Spiritual Power) sa pamamaraan ng pagpatay ng ibang tao o hayop at pagkukuha ng kanilang Gahum o pagbibigay pugay o paghihingi ng kapangyarihan galing sa mga umalagad (ancestral spirits). Sa Kapuluang Baha-Bahagi, sa mundo ng Ikinatha, tinatahak ng dalawang dakilang magkakapatid ang buhay ng alipin. Si Mayumi at Bolan ay dalawang magkapatid na aliping horohan ni Datu Ranao. Mga dalaga't binata na, walumpung taon sila nagtataka kung sino ang kanilang mga magulang. Si Mayumi ay isang mabuting bata, umbo ni Bolan, mainitin ang ulo, at walang takot na sumusulong sa buhay. Lahat noon ay mababaliktad nang napaginipan niya ang puting buhok na diwata. Nanay niya ba ito? Buhay pa kaya siya? Si Bolan ay ang oyo ni Mayumi. Malumanay, matalino, pero marunong pumatay. Mahuhulog ang kaniyang damdamin para sa napakagandang Baylan sa kanilang lungsod... kaso lang, siya'y binayaan ng pagkikita sa mundong hindi makita. Maari siyang maging bayugin. Sundan ang dalawang magkapatid na ito at ang kanilang kaibigan na sila Urduya at Galura, sa pagngayaw kay Datu Keraya, ang Datung nagnakaw sa makabuluhang Kampilan ng Humahati sa Hangin. Kakayanin ba nila ang katotohanan? Gagampanan ba nila ang kanilang responsibilidad? Hanapin ang Kampilan ng Humahati sa Hangin. *** Kapag nagustuhan ninyo, mag-vote at comment! Talagang pinapahalagaan ko ang inyong mga feedback! *Ako gumawa ng cover, pero hindi ako ang may-ari ng imahe na ginamit. Credits sa owner.
oinonsana · 52K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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