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Got Arya Kills Night King

Blessed by Night

In the year 2033 it began. Gods, monsters, devils, angels, every higher creature from every mythology began to bless those they found worthy and share their powers. Eventually with the emergence of the gates, we realized they were preparing us. The so called chosen heroes who enter gates are known as the Blessed and in it’s become the most sought after career in the world. They are the most famous and well known people in the entire world and some are even the leaders of their own nations. They are immensely powerful, beautiful, and charming beings. After five whole years, we still have no idea what the higher’s criteria are for blessing a human. Despite the seemingly loose criteria, only 1 percent of the population actually end up as blessed and gain the privilege of entering gates and defending our world. With all of the excitement around the Blessed, we seem to have forgotten the most important question. Why are they doing this for us and what will they require in return? —— Discord link is : https://discord.gg/yXuqHaS6dc ———————— Additional tags : - yuri (MCs sister and best friend.) Milf (MC is a milf hunter so most of the women in the harem will be cougars. Character development is a bit slower compared to my other novels because Malachi is meant to feel like a real person. If you start reading this with the expectation that Mal is going to be some cool bastard with no emotions who treats everyone around him like they’re disposable, then boy o boy are you in for the shock of your fucking life.
AnathaShesha · 2.8M Views

Embers Of The Night

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?
Aishat_isd · 19.3K Views

I Got Reincarnated as a Gluttonous King with a System

I was nobody—a faceless drone, slaving away at a meaningless job in the modern world. But fate—or perhaps something far more sinister—had other plans. One moment, I was staring at the rain-slick asphalt of a street I'd never cross. The next, I woke up in a world torn straight from fantasy, staring down at hands that weren't my own. I was not only in another world; I was inside the body of King Alaric Varelius—dead, bloodied, and betrayed. In a next few moments, chaos engulfed me. Assassins came attacking me, and before I even get to scream, a voice in my head whispered to me: Skill Activated: Gluttony. When I woke up, I was covered in their blood, their strength flowing through my veins, and a glowing status window hovered before my eyes. It said one thing: in this world, power isn't earned—it's taken. But death is far from being the end for me. Each time I die, I revert to the same damned moment of rebirth—becoming the dead king once again. Wielding the skill Gluttony and replete with experience garnered through multiple lives, I vow to cut out my path towards survival. The kingdom I now rule teeters on the brink of collapse, plagued by treacherous nobles, ancient grudges between races, and whispers of a Demon King's impending invasion. It's clear what I'm here to do: unify the races, strengthen the kingdom, and uncover the mystery of why King Alaric—and now I—was marked for death. Every death teaches me something new. Each enemy I slay adds their strength along with their memories into mine. But the stronger it gets, the less one can control and harness it. More so, with each successive life taken, the hunger gains momentum. Can an ordinary nobody like me, a man, really be the king this broken world needs? Or will I lose myself to the darkness within before the final battle even begins? One thing’s for certain: I’ll die trying. Again. And again.
Conspirator · 15.3K Views
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