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A Whisper Of Horses Tween Dystopian

Whisper of the Moon: Rising Calamity

When the crowd had finished cheering, Sirius stood and walked toward his throne. Everyone believed the coronation was finished but instead of sitting down, he took ahold of Saoirse's hand.  "Now before we crown my queen I would like to ask my people how loyal will you be towards her?" Everyone's attention was drawn to Saoirse who confidently rose to her feet. The room remained silent because normally it wouldn't be a question a king would ask. They had to be loyal to him, not her. She was just a woman and the men ruled the vampires.  No one answered him so he called for one of the nobles to step forward. "Please state your answer, will you be loyal to my wife?" He asked to the man.  The man got flustered a bit, not wanting to offend the king, but he cautiously answered, "Your majesty, I don't understand why you are asking us to. She is a woman."  Sirius allowed the man to sit back down and then called the next man to his feet to answer. He bowed and seeing how the first man wasn't punished for his honesty he boldly answered. "my king, I will never show loyalty to a werewolf woman."  Sirius then called a third. "I agree with them my king, werewolves and women are below us and I will not bow down towards them."  Sirius frowned and before calling another man he asked a follow up question, "what would you think then if my only heir is a werewolf? Or if by her, I bring forth a vampire woman to be my heir? Will you show loyalty to my heirs?"  A few of the nobles became uncomfortable at this but calmed themselves. One man rose to his feet boldly and came forward. "My king if I may speak my opinion, it is very bold of you to assume that we will sit back and allow a werewolf to reign over us. We would allow a woman, that is not nearly as bad, but we would do as we did with Sköll, daughter of Fenrir. We would have her step down as soon as a male heir comes of age. My king, I expect that you would be able to bring forth a male heir, a vampire, if you just chose a different woman to be your queen."  Sirius asked him to take a seat as his doubts were confirmed that these people would be more loyal to their traditions than to him, and equally, that meant they could betray Saoirse, Lachlan, and Sroka one day. "My last question is, what if my queen here is Luna of six werewolf packs, and that gives me command over them as Alpha, would you accept if we form an alliance with her kingdoms? I could quickly put a stop to this war if my marriage to her symbolizes an alliance, and what will you say of your loyalty to her and my heirs then?" The nobles became enraged at the thought. "We will not form an alliance with the werewolves! They have their loyalty to Odin! Loki has sworn revenge on Odin and we exist to bring forth that revenge!" "That will be enough!" Sirius said suddenly. The nobility who had become too comfortable speaking to their king quieted down. "That means your loyalty doesn't lie with me, your king, because you would quickly overthrow me if you didn't agree with my decisions."  "You say you follow Loki above your king because he is a God, but hear this, I am the son of the goddess Hel, and the demigod Alastor; I am not a mere vampire. My path is to ascend and you may follow me or you may follow Loki, but you cannot do both. I will not tolerate betrayal, if you cannot swear loyalty to me above Loki then you may leave, but I will teach you the strength of my power."  "You think you follow the God of chaos? I will be the God of Calamity!" Then he unfurled his Valkyrie wings and with his wind sword, he flew up to the spot above the throne where the beam of light was covered and uncovered it. The people gasped as the concentrated sunlight bathed his skin and he didn't burn.  "Bring me the guards who killed me, I should repay the favor; because of them, I now have the blessing of Odin and sunlight doesn't hurt me. You think Loki is your God, but does he have the power over your soul?" 
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Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

The latest novel by the author of 'I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm', Let me laugh, the author you will never be disappointed with, enjoy to your heart's content!!! ------------- Author's message to webnovel readers: It has come as an unexpected delight that Xianxia novels, a genre unique to China, have been warmly received by an international audience. I sincerely thank everyone for their support. I am committed to considering all the valuable suggestions put forth by readers, and to maintaining the style you have all come to love, all the while striving to continue delivering my best work. The book "Steadily Becoming a Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me to Tend the Horses" retains the familiar style of my previous works but ventures into entirely new territory with its plot and world-building. This story will reflect mortal aspirations for eternal life and ascension to immortality, as well as portray the epic tale of celestial beings witnessing the evolution of the universe through the ages. I hope you will all enjoy it. Best regards. by Let me laugh ------------- As a house servant, Gu An accidentally shattered a jar of Spirit Flowers in his youth, and in his panic, he discovered that he had seized twelve years of life span! A path to immortality thus unfolded before Gu An's eyes! In order to cultivate in peace, Gu An chose to become a Servant Disciple of the Supreme Sect, planting medicinal herbs daily to cultivate by seizing the life span of these herbs. Through the evolution of life span, his Basic Skill constantly evolved, deducing from Basic Sorcery to reach Divine Skills that connected to heaven! Eras changed, constellations shifted, and the Mortal World transformed vastly. Gradually, legends of immortals emerged in the Mortal World. The immortal known as Gu An expended half of his life span, helping his Cultivation Level break through the limits of the Immortal Path and achieving the realm of a Saint, soaring above the heavenly laws. However, one day, a white-robed old man with a saintly presence came to visit Gu An. "I am Xuan Qing from the Heavenly Stars above, appointed by the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao. Hearing of Daoist Friend's numerous benevolent deeds in the Mortal World and your countless rescues of the living beings here, the merits are immeasurable. Thus, I have been dispatched from the Lower Realm to invite Daoist Friend to join the ranks of the immortals, to take up an immortal office, the Divine Steed Celestial Official." "May I ask what the duties of the Divine Steed Celestial Official are?" "In the Heavenly Court, there are divine steeds that can traverse earth and heaven and penetrate Yin Yang. The Divine Steed Celestial Official is responsible for looking after and feeding these divine steeds." Huh? Taking care of horses? Groom?!
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Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
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