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The Boys Diabolical Homelander Death

Diabolic Occult Of The Forsaken

[Previous Title: Travesty of 1959 (TO1959)] Ines Lacroix, the Lady of the Witching Hour who was hunted worldwide for decades. Someone like her… No one would believe that she had settled down, and grown into an old wrinkly woman who sold books for a living. From being a low-ranked member in an occult, a personnel under the Archduke, then a Saintess belonging to the Church of the Sun God, to finally having her face plastered everywhere and deemed a sinner. At first, Ines was flabbergasted at the accusations that flew her way one after another. Worst of all, all those whom she once knew believed the damned rumors and the papers—even her closest allies, and her lover, Regis Beaumont. During the pinnacle of her horrid reputation, horrified, Ines watched as the rumors came to life. Starting from mass genocide, arson, crimes against humanity, and dozens more—crimes and actions she had never committed were now tied with her name. But as time flew by, Ines had unknowingly accepted the rumors, and she became the person they made her out to be. “Ines,” Regis mumbled, a distraught look in his eyes, “You’ve changed.” Gently embracing the deformed spirit in her arms, she patted their little heads and smiled at him. “Have I?” — Excerpt: Ines watched as her sweet, beloved lover, Regis, held a blade to her neck. The poor man trembled like a feeble branch, unable to go through with his actions. “Do you hate me?” She softly asked, looking him in the eye. When he didn’t reply, she leaned closer to his blade. A thin red line appeared on her neck, and droplets of blood spilled onto the ground. Regis shook, and the corners of his eyes reddened as he helplessly dropped his blade. “No,” He murmured. A smile slowly crept up Ines’ face. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall, and she threw herself at him. Muttering incoherent words, she wrapped her arms around him and wept. For a moment, Regis stood still. But, in the face of her tears, he crumbled and hugged her back. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “I know.” Ines watched as he defenselessly leaned into her arms, unaware of the looming dangers. Slowly, she raised a small dagger that she had previously hidden in her sleeve and aimed it at his heart. —— [This novel is participating in the 2023 WSA ] Discord: eudine Discord server: https://discord.gg/XKN7tJH88 [ON BREAK TILL OCTOBER 7, 2023!]
eudine · 211.6K Views

Death Bringer: Eyes of Death

Reymart transmigrated to cultivation world as Neru. Neru was born with abnormality. But not a deadly one, he just can't cultivate immortality due to absence of Dantian in his body. He was shunned by his family and got bullied by his peers. Neru looked at the sky helplessly. "What's the use of transmigration if I can't fucking cultivate!?" At the brink of despair, Neru awakened special eyes that had existed even before the creation of every verses! "Conceptual Eyes of Death" Unparalleled eyes that allows the user to see the end point and lines of vulnerabilities of anything, thus cut and kill everything! Huh? You are a Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator and I'm just a puny mortal? Let me stab your end point to see if you don't die! Huh? The strongest defensive technique and armor that makes you immune to physical attacks and an invincible physique? Let me cut the lines around you using my scissors to see if you can stand it! You are the god of flames and the overlord of the sun governing the laws of temperature? Kill!! You exist outside of space and time? A conceptual being that can't be killed? Give up your dreams and die!!! Everything has an end point even concepts. Laws of causality, time, space, reality, mind, spirit and power. With my eyes, everyone and everything would have to die! Thus, unable to cultivate, Neru can only walk the path of body cultivation and began his journey of slaying demons, dragons, conceptual beings, and gods starting at the cultivation world.
MadScythe · 26.5K Views
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