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Morel Orel

El Camino Hasta la Cima

En un mundo donde el destino de cada ser está entrelazado con las artes marciales, Xiaolong era un joven cuyo nombre era sinónimo de desesperanza. Su talento inexistente y su humilde origen le cerraban todas las puertas del camino marcial, llevándolo a una resignación silenciosa… hasta que el destino, caprichoso y voluble, decidió otorgarle una segunda oportunidad. Un giro del cosmos que marcó el inicio de una transformación sin precedentes. Con una nueva vida ante él, Xiaolong se embarcó en un viaje para reclamar su lugar entre los cultivadores, aquellos seres de poder inimaginable. Su sueño renacido lo impulsaba hacia la cúspide de las artes marciales, un reino reservado solo para los más fuertes, los más valientes, los verdaderos maestros del Qi. A lo largo de su odisea, Xiaolong forjó lazos de camaradería y enfrentó la traición, descubrió el amor en sus múltiples formas y desentrañó misterios que desafiaban la comprensión. Cada paso estaba plagado de desafíos, cada victoria tenía su precio, y cada revelación lo acercaba más a su destino. Desafiar al orden establecido no estaba exento de riesgos, y Xiaolong se vio obligado a superar pruebas que medían la fortaleza de su voluntad y la profundidad de su corazón. Solo así podría alcanzar lo inalcanzable, y cuando lo hiciera, el mundo se postraría a sus pies. Con el poder de desviar el curso de los ríos, fracturar montañas y sacudir los cimientos de la tierra, él redefiniría lo posible. Esta es la saga de Xiaolong, la crónica de un ascenso desde el olvido hasta la cumbre del mundo marcial, una leyenda que se extenderá a través de los siglos. ¡De la nada a la gloria, hasta la cima del mundo de las artes marciales!
Alan_Nahuel_Morel · 853 Views

Love Oracle : The Oracle of CICERIO the Legend #1

Love Oracle : The Oracle of CICERIO the Legend #1 Orel ! l thought we had time, my soulmate... Until she vanished in front of me. I still remember.. The vision The man tall in scurfy hoody and dark jeans a shadow more like, running off down the street, steps heavy and stealthy the black boots pounding on the ground “clomp! Clomp!” loud in her ears until they become faint sounds gone with the cold night air, further away from her. Orel Lanett stared in a blank blinking trance before slowly turning her head facing the night sky which was a cover of dark clouds. There was wetness, soaking her dress. Orel was on the cold concrete pavement lying flat glancing up the sky and she couldn’t move. On his way rushing his pace towards her, Neil thought, he would make it, but it was over body going still momentarily in panic, she was matted in blood from her chest where the man stabbed her. Quickly kneeling and leaning in gathering her to himself “You can survive it!” said Neil. “l am so sorry if l came earlier! l should’ve have run out …….” “It’s nnnot …not your fault …. you came Neil, it couldn’t be evaded, could it? … he came for me again!” “Hello 911 someone is hurt here! please hurry in Beckley Street!” voice fast toned in a panic and immediately hanging up on the phone…… “Orel with your strength alone…. do not …. Don’t die one me, my love the ambulance is on is on its way” Face crumbled, lips trembling and his heavy figure shaking with sobs Neil was in hysteria. “Neil! … Neil take out the knife... ...please, it’s extremely excruciating ……. l can’t …. aaaah looking up into his eyes darkness of pain clouded in them. Orel ‘s voice gave out her last breath “l don’t have time Neil” she was sobbing tears which was sprawled over her face in droplets and unfit to talk intelligently.
C_Pixie · 26K Views

Angeli Caeci

- Written by Rowben. A life gives off many feelings. They give off warmth, a presence sensed. When a life is lost, these feelings go away. Within a subway, just arriving at it's stop, rested one without these feelings. They were cold, as it felt as if they weren't even there, but regardless, a life still remained. Upsat the being, a confused expression on their face, as they look towards their surroundings. It's dark, the lights broken as all that can be heard is the feint dripping of distant water. They stood theirself up, but something was off to them, they couldn't feel their palms pressed against the floor to push themselves up, they couldn't feel the warmth, nor coldness of their own body, they felt nothing. Angeli Caeci is a dystopian isekai with a darker atmosphere added. Morell, a quiet soul awakens in the body of the doll, now in a horrific city, consisting of mutations and supermatural beings. Morell learns of the city’s terrible Ruler, turning the place int a ghost town, in lack of proper living, a world of despair. Learning of her past family Morell is chosen to be the next ruler, planning to revolutionize thr current leader to return the city to it’s further glory. Throughout Morell’s journey dhe phases regret, betrayal, and a ride through her forgotten memories as she discovers what her purpose truly is, what’s more to her then being Ruler. she embarks on newfound abilities as well as many threats along her way, though she’d learned earlier on to treat these threats seriously, a loss not being a new feeling to her.
Rowbenverse · 14.5K Views

sons and lovers

I wait," Mrs. Morel said to herself–"I wait, and what I wait for can never come." Then she straightened the kitchen, lit the lamp, mended the fire, looked out the washing for the next day, and put it to soak. After which she sat down to her sewing. Through the long hours her needle flashed regularly through the stuff. Occasionally she sighed, moving to relieve herself. And all the time she was thinking how to make the most of what she had, for the children's sakes. At half-past eleven her husband came. His cheeks were very red and very shiny above his black moustache. His head nodded slightly. He was pleased with himself. "Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass? I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an' what's think he's gen me? Nowt b'r a lousy hae'fcrown, an' that's ivry penny–" "He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly. "An' I 'aven't–that I 'aven't. You b'lieve me, I've 'ad very little this day, I have an' all." His voice went tender. "Here, an' I browt thee a bit o' brandysnap, an' a cocoanut for th' children." He laid the gingerbread and the cocoanut, a hairy object, on the table. "Nay, tha niver said thankyer for nowt i' thy life, did ter?" As a compromise, she picked up the cocoanut and shook it, to see if it had any milk. "It's a good 'un, you may back yer life o' that. I got it fra' Bill Hodgkisson. 'Bill,' I says, 'tha non wants them three nuts, does ter? Arena ter for gi'ein' me one for my bit of a lad an' wench?' 'I ham, Walter, my lad,' 'e says; 'ta'e which on 'em ter's a mind.' An' so I took one, an' thanked 'im. I didn't like ter shake it afore 'is eyes, but 'e says, 'Tha'd better ma'e sure it's a good un, Walt.' An' so, yer see, I knowed it was. He's a nice chap, is Bill Hodgkisson, 'e's a nice chap!"
Akash_Kumar_3878 · 2K Views
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