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Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M 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 · 695.7K Views

Chronicles of Draconian Empire:The God of balance

In the world of Drasia, where diverse lands and cultures intertwine, the focus of attention shifted dramatically to the Olympus civil war, a conflict that threatened to reshape the balance of power across the realm. Amidst this turmoil stood the city-state of Draconia, a formidable and influential entity known for both its prowess in trade and its swift, decisive actions against any who dared to oppose it. At the heart of this turbulent landscape emerged the enigmatic figure of Alex, known as the God of Balance. With his keen strategic mind and unparalleled leadership, Alex led his armies not only in battle but also in the advancement of civilization itself. He provided them with the tools of war and the means to propel their societies forward. Yet, beneath his outward facade of strength and determination, Alex harbored a deeper understanding of the delicate equilibrium that governed the world. As the Olympus civil war raged on, Alex saw the need for intervention to restore balance. He marshaled his forces and intervened, aiming to bring about a swift conclusion to the conflict. However, as peace seemed within grasp, Alex witnessed a subtle shift, a realization that perhaps war itself was necessary to maintain the fragile equilibrium of the world. Join Alex on his journey as he navigates the intricate web of alliances and rivalries, leading the unofficially most potent nation in the world – the Empire of Draconia. Built upon the foundations of blood, sweat, and tears, Draconia embodies the vision and determination of its founder, Alex Luker Draco. As he grapples with the complexities of morality and power, Alex endeavors to ensure that his actions reflect the principles he espouses, shaping the destiny of nations and leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of history. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ This is my first ever written novel came from my imagination that started in highschool although im not a skilled novel writer this is my first and many other stories i wish to release Release dates: only on fridays other days depending on the reason or context also i have to say sorry for the few dozen chapters since my editors were d*cks that they didnt properly format it.
Mr_Chess · 82.9K Views

I rely on intangible cultural heritage to transform waste star

Rebirth through Time Travel] "I Rely on Intangible Cultural Heritage to Transform the Waste Planet" Introduction: [Planting + Food + Infrastructure Management Daily] In the year 4321 of Interstellar, the frozen Evelyn woke up on a waste planet. She wanted to grow flowers and fish, but unfortunately she was bound to the "Inheritance System". Faced with tens of thousands of inherited skills in the system, Evelyn was overwhelmed and wanted to lie down and give up immediately. Unfortunately, the waste planet was desolate and the environment was bad, which was not suitable for planting and retirement. In order to get rewards and improve his living environment, Evelyn had no choice but to learn various inheritances [Learn house building, food, medicine, martial arts, embroidery...] [Congratulations on completing the task, rewards include fields, forests, lakes, shopping malls, family planning supplies...] Later, there were millions of fertile fields on the abandoned planet, herds of livestock, and rich nutrition.    a priceless treasure that shocked the world was produced on the abandoned planet.   the Intangible Cultural Heritage College, the Science and Technology College, and the Immortal Cultivation College were opened on the waste planet.   …   the defeated waste star regained its vitality, with advanced medical care, advanced technology, and explosive combat power.   All races of people in the universe want to learn culture and technology.   Evelyn looked at the crowd of different races: Sorry, the natives of the ancient blue star are given priority. Special topics: Cool articles, food articles , farming infrastructure articles
Babun_Swapnil · 5.2K Views

Trials of Destiny: Way of The Sword

Jin, a user of ki and trained by his master, Roshio until a war broke out and his master died due to sacrificing himself to save Jin. Jin who was in tears vowed to get revenge of the bastards who had started this and killed his master, and his clan members. Being the only survivor of the Bone Structure Palace, The master had handed Jin a weapon to form a contract with. Offically being the master of an broken palace that no longer exists. What will he do to get his revenge? What is he willing to sacrifice for it. ------------ 1. I would like to firstly say that this is my first time writing, so don't expect everything to be perfect for a while. 2. This story is a slow/fast-paced reading. It'll have a mix of both. Some chapters will feel slower because it is, and others will feel faster because it is. 3. It does have romance in it and I wasn't sure to add cultivation because it's more like meditation and like ki gathering and things. However, after going through my thoughts, it was basically the same thing, so I just did it. 4. It's a little all over the place for I'd say the first 6–8 chapters maybe more? But It'll will slowly come together, hopefully… 5. If you do enjoy this, make sure to give it a review and ask other people to read! 6. If there are any questions at all, ask in the comments, and I'll be answering questions every 10 chapters. 7. So update to the list above ^ Romance has been removed due to it taking the first slot and having it show up primarily (I think primarily) as romance and not showing the others before you click on the actual book. It'll still have romance, so don't worry. Nothing will change 8. I would also like to clarify that this is an original work by me, and the clothes i decided to use for the characters, "hanfu" mainly, I do not mean any disrespect to anyone by using it as a novel that is made within america if anyone thought anything like that. I'm simply doing it because i like the design and i think they look extremely cool and also beautiful to me. So again i don't mean any disrespect if im wording any of it wrong. I just really like them.
NexMotions · 12.7K Views

Edge of Nothing: Last Star of Dawn

Her life was simple but full of love. Growing up under the care and affection of her parents, she found joy in their humble home alongside her little brother. Despite the poverty they lived in, she had everything she needed: a family, love, and peace. But peace is a fragile thing, easily shattered. One fateful day, a young man entered her life like a storm, uninvited and unwelcome. What began as a passing interest in her soon morphed into a dangerous obsession. At first, she tried to dismiss his attention, hoping he would move on. But his fixation grew darker and more consuming, stealing away the innocence of her once-happy world. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she had cried, her voice trembling with both anger and fear. “Because you’re mine,” he had replied, his voice calm but chilling. “You just don’t realize it yet.” His obsession became a force of destruction. He tore through her life like a wildfire, leaving nothing untouched. The final blow came when her little brother, her greatest source of joy, was taken from her—killed by the same man who claimed to love her. Devastated and broken, she stood on the edge of the abyss, ready to let go of everything. The weight of her loss, her ruined innocence, and her shattered world was too much to bear. “There’s nothing left,” she whispered to the void, her tears falling freely. “Nothing worth staying for.” Just as she prepared to step into the darkness, a warm hand grabbed hers, pulling her back from the brink. Startled, she turned to see a man with kind eyes and a soft smile. “You called?” he asked, his voice gentle and calm, as if he’d been waiting for her all along. Before she could answer, exhaustion overtook her, and she fainted in his arms. With the shadows of the man who had destroyed her life still looming, will she ever manage to escape? And who is this mysterious stranger? Is this the end for her, or the start of something new?
Sapphire_N_Moon · 411 Views

Rebirth of the Emperor of Brazilian Crime

Durante os anos 70, Carlo, conhecido como Abaçai, era o senhor absoluto do crime organizado no Brasil. Operando em meio à repressão do regime militar, ele criou um império criminoso que se estendia por todo o país, corrompendo políticos, controlando a polícia e manipulando a economia nas sombras. Sua mente estratégica e brutalidade o tornaram uma lenda, mas também o levaram à ruína. Traído por aqueles em quem confiava, Carlo encontrou um fim violento. No entanto, o destino lhe deu uma segunda chance. Em 1991, ele renasce como Túlio Panvanore, em uma família de classe média em Brasília. Com memórias intactas de sua vida passada e o conhecimento de como manipulou e moldou o país, ele percebe que o legado de Abaçai ainda vive. As estruturas de poder que construiu continuam a influenciar a sociedade atual, e os fantasmas de suas ações assombram o presente. Agora, Túlio enfrenta um dilema: usar suas habilidades e experiência para retomar o controle do submundo, reconstruindo o império de Abaçai, ou encontrar um novo caminho em um Brasil que ainda carrega as marcas do caos que ele criou. Mas o passado nunca permanece enterrado, e antigos aliados e inimigos começam a perceber que o fantasma de Abaçai pode estar de volta. Em uma Brasília dividida entre política, corrupção e a memória de um império criminoso, Túlio descobre que sua segunda vida pode ser tão mortal quanto a primeira. Afinal, o que é mais perigoso: um homem que aprendeu com seus erros ou um mundo que ainda vive sob sua sombra?
Escritor_K · 261 Views
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