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Cronica de Aethel: El ascenso del silente

. . El año es 2748. Aethel, un planeta dividido entre naciones de avanzada tecnología y reinos mágicos, se encuentra al borde de una guerra. Kayn, un agente secreto del Imperio Solari con habilidades excepcionales en combate y sigilo, y Selene, una poderosa elfa experta en magia elemental, son enviados en una peligrosa misión: infiltrarse en la Liga de las Sombras, una organización que busca desatar el caos. Su misión se convierte en una lucha desesperada por la supervivencia cuando una traición interna los deja expuestos a la fuerza bruta de Lord Valerius, un vampiro inmensamente poderoso. A pesar de la pérdida de Selene y su propia muerte aparente, en su forma más brutal es arrastrado al Vacío Dimensional, y ha regresado... cambiado. Ahora, enfrenta una guerra entre naciones, una conspiración que amenaza con destruirlo todo, y un poder dentro de él que desafía toda comprensión. ¿Es un salvador o una amenaza? La respuesta se encuentra en la oscuridad, en el corazón de una batalla donde la magia y la tecnología chocan, y donde un solo hombre, forjado en la anarquía del Vacío, decidirá el destino de Aethel. Su nueva capacidad lo convierten en una arma poderosa, aunque el verdadero alcance de su transformación sigue siendo un misterio, incluso para él mismo. . . [ Novela original... todos los derechos reservados ] [ Soy Allen Reinoel, y les comparto una pequeña parte de lo que divaga por mí mente. ] patreon.com/AllenReinoel (contenido exclusivo en patreon)
Allen_Reinoel · 18.1K Views

"Cronicas de Tharsia 1" La Profecia de los Elegidos

Cuentan los Elfos más viejos que todo empezó con una tormenta cerca del gran lago, después de un gran estruendo aparecieron ellos. Decían ser La Legión IX Hispana, soldados leales de una tierra extraña llamada Roma. Hace ya más de mil años de aquel extraño suceso, Aquellos cinco mil hombres conquistaron gran parte del continente, esclavizaron a elfos y semihumanos por igual, crearon naciones de hombres y su sed de poder no conoce límites. Nubes de llanto y desesperación cubren con su oscuridad el continente de Tharsia. Lousen, uno de los elfos más viejos del Reino de Verama clama sobre una nueva profecía: Cuatro héroes acababan de nacer, y uno de ellos será el salvador de las tribus élficas. Christopher es un jubilado de origen mexicano que visitaba una zona arqueológica en el Perú, cuando de repente se ve envuelto en una intensa luz y es transportado a una extraña tierra; para sorpresa de él, su físico es idéntico al personaje de un videojuego. Los tambores de guerra suenan a lo lejos. ¿Será cierto lo que profetiza Lousen? ¿Habrá nacido el héroe que logrará unir tanto a hombres, como elfos y semihumanos en una misma bandera? ¿Y los otros héroes? ¿Se unirán o se convertirán en enemigos? ¿Y Christopher será parte de la profecía, o solo tuvo la desgracia de estar en el lugar y momentos equivocados? Esta es la historia de uno de estos héroes. Bienvenido a las Crónicas de Tharsia “Aquelarre de Asesinos”
RyogaRizo · 2.4K Views

Nun Wife

Description: Isobel, a modern nun and school teacher, works tirelessly to support the aged nuns who had cared for her and her sister during their childhood. When the monastery where she grew up is shut down by the government, she finds herself struggling to make ends meet on an average salary. Her twin sister, Isabel, pleads for Isobel's help in stepping in for her in her matrimonial household, just like when they were children. Isobel agrees to help, but only under certain conditions, and takes on the role of Mrs. Isabel Julius Cza. As she settles into the household, Isobel begins to understand the depth of her brother-in-law's love for her sister, and realizes that his affections are anything but ordinary. She finds herself caught in a web of emotions and desires that she never anticipated, and must navigate a delicate balance to protect herself and her sister's marriage. ****** "Isabel suck on my neck." He gently guides then sucks in a deep breath as he felt the cool shy lips of his wife. He itched for the stimulation. "Isabel say ahh..." He pulled in her retreating form, locking her head in a tight grip. His hands crawled up and grasped the swollen globe on her chest and caressed his wife's trembling breast. As if on cue she gasped, then he pierced his genitals deep inside her mouth. Isobel instinctively gagged as it touched the back of her throat. ---Skip---Skip- .... Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Julius's lips when he heard the sound of gulping and swallowing of s*men. He looked down at his wife's beetroom form under him with her mouth stuffed with d*ck. She looked ready to pass out... "You look divine wifey..." Julius hugged Isobel head tightly,loving how his wife chokes on his manh**d. Massaging her hair as if to pet her. He pulls his hip back a bit to allow her breathe. She holds his thigh for support as she heaves in deep air. He calmly looks at her and whispered lowly as he soothingly wipes the corner of his wife's cheek that were glistening with tears, drool and cum. "Now it's your turn. Baby." ******
Fredat_ · 65K Views

The Royal Ruse

In a fantasy world where political alliances are forged through arranged marriages, I find myself thrust into the role of a princess from the rival kingdom of Rassec. Awakening in the body of my favorite character, Gabriella Isobel de Rassec, I face the daunting prospect of marrying Asher Von Rothchester, the formidable Duke of the Vraenia Empire. As I stand before Asher, the supposed epitome of cold-blooded aristocracy, I can't help but wonder if I've stumbled into the wrong fantasy realm. Here I am, expecting a brooding, aloof duke straight out of a dramatic romance novel, and instead, I'm met with a man who treats me like a cherished treasure rather than a political pawn. "Are you sure you're the Duke of the Vraenia Empire?" I can't resist teasing him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "You seem more like a lost puppy than a fearsome ruler." He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine, a stark contrast to the icy facade I was expecting. "Well, I've been called many things, but 'lost puppy' is a first. I'll have you know, I have a reputation to uphold." I raise an eyebrow, unable to contain my amusement. "Oh, I'm well aware of your reputation, Your Grace. The Grim Reaper of the battlefield, they say. But forgive me if I find it hard to believe that the feared duke is nothing more than a big softie at heart." He flashes me a lopsided grin, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, but you see, my dear princess, even the Grim Reaper needs a cuddle now and then." I can't help but burst into laughter at his absurdly charming remark, my initial apprehension melting away like snow in spring. Maybe this arranged marriage won't be so bad after all.
happipotato88 · 10K Views
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