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The Dark Half

The Dark-Immortal's ROD

[sexual content and lemons warning] Warning: Sexual content, lemons, MILFs, Genius Mc. Voldrak, once a formidable outer immortal, finds himself betrayed by those he trusted most and cast down to the Base Realm—the lowest and most wretched of all realms. Stripped of his power, his wealth, and his freedom, Voldrak awakens as a slave in the human world, a realm where the weak suffer and the strong rule. All that remains of his former glory is a faint trace of his dark powers and a CURSED DUAL-CULTIVATION technique—a technique he despises above all else. Faced with the prospect of a slow death and his bitter thirst for revenge, Voldrak has no choice but to wield the forbidden power he abhors. As he stares at the Notifications shimmering before him and then at the woman lying at his feet, his face twists with fury and resolve. "I will use you," he growls, his voice as cold as the abyss. Yet, to his surprise, the woman nods fervently, her eyes burning with a fire of her own. "Use me," she echoes, "as long as I can gain enough power to seek my revenge too." Now, with vengeance as his only guide, Voldrak embarks on a perilous journey to reclaim his lost power and build an army strong enough to challenge the Inner Immortals who betrayed him. But with each step he takes, the cursed technique claws deeper into his soul, threatening to warp his mind and twist his desires. But what happens when one of his wives dies and he realizes that he can no longer be bound to a system that insists on snatching his body instead of helping him to power up? Sacrificing the two people he swore to protect, he makes a pact with the devil, discovers his hidden identity and discovers the truth in his missing memories. Fueled with renewed rage against the ones who tossed him down from his ultimate seat of power as the overall ruler of the Superior immortals, Voldrak's soul is blackened beyond repair. He kills his body and gets a second chance, one paved in blood, gore and completely devoid of mercy. [Minion Subjugation System Activated} [Stella-Sixth rank soldier has been defeated. Would you like to absorb her powers directly or turn her into a mindless minion} [If dissatisfied you can also turn her into a busy-bee, a money-maker, Core enhancer or a magnificent member of your harem} His power increases as he slowly conquers the high-mortal realm one person at a time but the three Superior immortals are unwilling to let him amass power in a way that would threaten their reign.
deGreen_clawn0 · 85.8K Views

Half me and half...

Determined to take control of her destiny, Luna decides to confess her feelings to her best friend, Tandru. But his unexpected reaction will change everything, leaving her to question where she truly belongs. Trapped between two worlds, Luna leads a double life as she is born with the ability to live alternatively between a modern realm and a medieval one. She awakens to one reality each time she falls asleep in the other. In Timeless City-the modern world, she is a misunderstood girl, misdiagnosed with narcolepsy and bullied for her strange condition and appearance. To make matters worse, her mother has never helped her and only added salt to her wounds. Her only solace is her best friend, Tandru, the one person who has always been there for her. As a child, Luna learned it was dangerous to speak about one world in the other. There was no way to prove her experiences, and people either looked at her strangely or panicked, thinking something was wrong with her. Over time, she adapted, learning to take things as they came, asking few questions, and sharing nothing about her two lives. In Ether Kingdom-the medieval world, Luna is the daughter of the most powerful duke in the kingdom, commander of the royal army. Her parents have protected her by creating a comfortable estate where her condition poses no burden. The duchy has been carefully designed to meet her every need, and though she is monitored from afar, she has a degree of freedom. However, there is no one her age, and she never leaves her father's lands and no one ever visits. As time passes, Luna begins to suspect that her parents are isolating her because of her condition. Luna yearns to escape this divided life. Eager to uncover the truth about the medieval world she lives in, Luna seizes her chance during the night of a grand festival and escapes. But her freedom is short-lived. She's quickly caught by her father’s right hand—River, the vice-commander of the army—who slings her over his shoulder, and no matter how much Luna yells at him to let her go, the tiger of a man doesn't flinch and carries her back. >> "Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, struggling, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, desperately trying to break free of my hold as I struggled with the cloak in my other hand, attempting to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "Lunatic!" "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. She screamed and struggled, but I ignored it, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. And since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the lunatic. No wonder I hadn’t known Sir Caedmon had a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she went suddenly still and quiet. Had she grown tired or gotten worried about attracting attention or realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. After a few more steps, and I started to get anxious—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t move. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted towards the Commander's house.
Inemin · 112.7K Views
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