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Crossing The Line Bl Manga

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 arm, 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' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.
lazyferret · 7.5K Views

Cross Dragon x Devils

Welcome to a world where dragons soar through skies painted with magic, and devils lurk in the shadows cast by ancient portals. Five thousand years ago, a rift opened in the heavens, connecting our world to another—a realm teeming with gods, dragons, and a myriad of fantastical beings. Overnight, the balance of power shifted, and humanity found itself amidst an age of wonders and perils. In this new world, magic is not merely a legend but an everyday reality. It flows through the air, courses through the earth, and pulses within the very essence of life itself. With the advent of magic, humans evolved into heroes, demon lords, and monsters, carving their place in a society now governed by divine beings, dragons, and demi-humans. Three thousand years into this new era, a cataclysmic battle erupted between two mighty dragons—the Dark Dragon and the White Dragon. Their conflict ravaged continents and threatened to plunge the world into eternal darkness. Fearing mutual annihilation, humans, gods, devils, and demi-humans set aside their differences, forging an unprecedented alliance to slay the warring dragons. With great sacrifice and courage, they succeeded. The souls of the Dark Dragon and the White Dragon, however, did not find peace. Instead, they awaited their chance to reincarnate, their destinies bound to new hosts chosen from among humanity. Now, as the world enters its two-thousandth year of peace, the White Dragon has found its bearer—a young warrior named Ryuji. Ryuji, renowned for his valor and mastery of elemental magic, is hailed as the savior who bears the soul of the White Dragon. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to many, the Void Dragon—the counterpart to the White Dragon—awaits its own host, observing humanity from the shadows. As Kazuki Satoru prepares for his first day at a prestigious high school, unaware of the ancient power stirring within him, he finds himself thrust into a world where legends and reality converge. Little does he know, his destiny will soon intertwine with that of the Void Dragon, setting the stage for an epic tale of magic, courage, and the bonds that unite or divide us.
kamesensei22 · 4.8K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 1.6K Views
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