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Atticus [BL]

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arms, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents from their realm and was thrown into the human world. The reason? He hadn't given them grandchildren yet.
lazyferret · 686 Views

To Rise Again in the Apocalypse [BL]

This series are also available at: 1. Tapas 2. LunarWrite 3. My own BMC pages Other than that, the chances of you reading off from a pirate site are high. They did not upload it with my permission. Ko-Fi: ko-fi.com/linxiaolong Patreon is also available at: patreon.com/littledragon Discord: https://discord.me/lxl Li XinWen is a cultivator and was a peak master of the Soaring Heaven Sect. Having obtained a treasure that made even his fellow sect members green-eyed, Li XinWen was betrayed and had everything taken away from him. Years of cultivation gone for naught in the face of death and yet, his soul is unwilling to let everything go. The next time he opens his eyes, he finds himself in an unfamiliar world, in an unfamiliar body. By coincidence or fate, the body he's inhabiting is also called Li XinWen. Except, this Li XinWen is mortal and an actor at that! The master cultivator then decides that since he has been given second chance, he may as well use it to his advantage. Family? Since he has never had one before, then he will try his best to protect and enjoy this familial warmth. Money? There doesn't seem to be any problem since the original Li XinWen of the body he's occupying is quite successful. Cultivation? Excellent! This body has the aptitude for it! Li XinWen can once again begin his journey to the path of cultivation. Love? Now that is a bit complicated... Why does he have this scum hounding his back?! Dear sister, please put a leash on your fiance! The end of the world? Li XinWen: "Oh... wait, what?!" Disclaimer: This is fiction, a work of fiction and is purely fictional. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Lin_XiaoLong · 2.2M Views

एक दायरा ऐसा भी ?(BL in Hindi)

(complete) english..you can read in English with translater feature क्या होगा अगर किसी इंसान ने एक लम्बे अरसे तक अपनी मोहब्बत का इंतज़ार किया और अचानक उसे पता चले कि जिसका इंतज़ार वो एक अरसे से कर रहा है वो कोई लड़की नही बल्कि निहायती खूबसूरत लड़का है! एक ऐसा खूबसूरत राजकुमार जियान जो एक महान योद्धा भी है लेकिन उसमे दया नाम की कोई चीज नही है, उसके नजर मे किसी भी चीज की अहमियत उससे अहमियत बढ़ कर नही है, अपने अध्यात्म शक्ति का प्रयोग उसके क्रोध पर निर्भर है! एक राजकुमार सोवी जिसने अपनी मोहब्बत का इंतज़ार एक लम्बे अरसे से किया है वो बहुत ही उदार है जो हर किसी से प्यार करना जानता है लोगों के सामने वो कठोर है लेकिन सत्य तो यही है की वो अत्यधिक मृदु स्वभाव का है! सोवी और जियान की ऐसी रोमांटिक लव स्टोरी जिन्होंने कुछ न कहते हुए भी एक दूसरे को प्यार किया और ये साबित कर दिया कि खामोश रह कर भी प्यार किया जा सकता है! दो जन्मो के लम्बे दौर की यह एक खामोश मोहब्बत की कहानी है! पहले जन्म में वे प्राचीन कबीले के राजकुमार थे जो आध्यात्मिक शक्ति के मालिक और योद्धा थे । सोवी का जियान एकतरफा प्यार अंत तक दो तरफा हो जाती है उस प्यार को हासिल करने के लिए एक जन्म काफी नहीं थे अंततः वो एक होते है अपने दूसरे जन्म में जब वो एक मशहूर यूनिवर्सिटी में एक साथ पढ़ते हैं, सोवी का जियान को पाने की जिद और जियान की शिद्दत इस जन्म में दोनो को एक दूसरे के करीब ले आई!.
Girleyyfic123 · 359.4K Views

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 10.1K Views

To The World (BL)

(Mature Content and Adult Things and Mentions Of Drugs) ~~~~ Yang is an abandoned child when he was only 7 years old because his drunken father abandoned him by telling him to wait for him at the park bench but…2 hours have passed but Yang hasn't heard from him ever since the moment he said he will be back to check on something… He began searching for him while tearing up and calling his name but no one responds and the people at the park stares at him calling his father…Yang asks the people who is on the park and some ignored him and continue talking or walking and some just completely refuse to help me…  That makes him tear up even more suddenly it began heavy raining and he have no umbrella causing him to run but he trips because of the wet concrete and causing his knees to be bruised and even bleed but he try to stand up and cover himself to a roof off a gym…Yang gets a cardboard box and too cover himself and continue crying of why his father just left him like that… Some minutes later of crying he fell asleep and the coach of the gym noticed the cardboard and went outside with a umbrella on top of his head and looks underneath the box…And to his shocked it's a kid that seems to fell asleep while crying he wonder to himself why is a kid like him be here all alone he began looking around and lift the kid out of the cardboard box and carry him to the gym to not get him a rough sick and cold to his little body Yang wakes in the shouts of many people and he sits up on the seat of the gym and wonders who takes him here…He stands up and sees the two fighters on the ring boxing each other not knowing he is on the main event of the whole tournament the final between “Roger Malone” vs the current defending champion “Nicolas Lynos” The coach from earlier sits beside him and stares at Yuma watching intensely the two fighters boxing he chuckles and pats the kid on the back and speak carefully to not scare this kid “Hey kid are you alone…where are your parents and what are you doing on a cardboard box instead of your parents house?” Yang turns around and looks at the old man that seems like kinda older to his father he nods at him slowly and tears makes his eyes kind of red on the inside “Yeah…My father abandoned me in the park, I don't know why he did that. I am a good kid in the house…But he tells me to wait for him because he is checking something in the park…i don't know what to do I have no house to live…” Yang began crying once more and the old man hugs him and patting his back and wiping him tears on his eyes and smiles at him to make him not cry anymore and to make him know he is safe around him…Yang hugs back and stares at the boxing ring once again hearing the referee counting up to 10 the old man laughs and put his hands on Yang shoulder and speak “That is called boxing kid…You seem so interested in it wanna learn it or how it works and to even do it on your own you have so much potential I can sense it because of your pure heart and good spirit…” Yang smiles happily and nods at him with pure excitement and ready to learn how they do the things they do on that ring (Heavily inspired by Hajime No Ippo)
TheAuthorAka · 581 Views

THE UNKNOWN {BL}

Synopsis: 'The Unknown" The city was a tapestry of ancient rivalries, woven with threads of power and magic. In its heart beat the pulse of two dynasties, the Dawn Kingdom and the Night Kingdom, locked in an eternal dance of light and darkness. But beneath the fade of splendor lay a sinister truth-a conspiracy that would shake the foundations of both realms. One fateful night, the air crackled with treachery as the forces of evil descended upon the unsuspecting city. In a cruel twist of fate, the good witches of the Dawn Kingdom fell victim to a malevolent plot, their lives snuffed out in a whirlwind of betrayal. Among the fallen was Eithan, heir to the throne, his dreams of a united kingdom shattered in an instant. Yet, amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope remained-Nisa, his beloved, spared from the clutches of death by some twist of fortune. Together, they were laid to rest in a remote island sanctuary, a silent testament to the tragedy that had befallen them. But time, it seemed, was not content to let their story end there. Thirty years passed like shadows in the night, until one fateful evening, when Nisa felt the stirrings of destiny calling her name. Driven by a restless longing, she ventured beyond the confines of her solitude, seeking solace in the mundane pleasures of the mortal world. As the rain poured down in sheets, washing away the sins of the past, Nisa found herself drawn to a forgotten corner of the city-a place where memories lay dormant, waiting to be awakened. And then, like a bolt from the blue, fate intervened. A chain, ethereal and glowing with otherworldly light, materialized before her eyes, beckoning her closer with its silent plea for aid. With trembling hands, Nisa reached out, her fingers closing around the cool metal links. And in that moment, she heard it-a voice, soft and haunting, whispering words of warning and redemption. Terrified yet resolute, Nisa stood at the crossroads of destiny, her heart torn between love and duty. For she knew that whatever path she chose, the consequences would be dire, the sacrifices profound. But as the seconds slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass, Nisa knew that she could no longer afford to hesitate. With a steely resolve, she made her choice, the chain glowing brighter with each passing heartbeat-a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness .And so, with the weight of centuries upon her shoulders, Nisa took her first step into the unknown, her fate intertwined with that of her beloved Eithan, in a tale of revenge, mystery, and undying love.
delphine_siri · 8 Views
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