Midwives

When the soul is sold to the devil, endless beauty, power, wealth, and authority become readily available. It is a gamble that subverts the perception of the world and reshapes the order of the world. I will tread in the footsteps of the devil until the world trembles beneath my feet. —— Freyr Russell Three years ago, Freyr·Russell descended upon this world with an unparalleled calmness, leaving the midwives bewildered. He did not cry or fuss; his routine was more disciplined than that of a working adult. Rising at fixed times, feeding, sleeping, and the rest of the time, he would silently stare at the ceiling. He rarely wet the bed; a mere lift of his hand to ring the bell by the cradle would prompt the servants to swiftly bring a chamber pot. This "genius" behavior left everyone amazed. Unfortunately, this "genius" halo shattered in less than a year—because he couldn't speak! To make his son speak, the Earl spared no expense, offering a hefty reward in the imperial city: one thousand gold coins to anyone who could make his son speak! Thus, the entire city knew that the eldest son of the Earl's family was a mute idiot. As the eldest son of the Russell family, Freyr had extremely mediocre aptitude. His frail body couldn't train in martial arts, and he had no magical talents whatsoever. In the eyes of his father, Earl Edward, he was a useless son. With the birth of his brother William, Freyr was naturally stripped of his inheritance and exiled to the family's fiefdom—the castle in the Russell Plains. In the castle's secret chamber, he unexpectedly discovered the legacy of his ancestors and unlocked the dormant magical avatar, embarking on his journey of magical practice. Subsequently, he traveled far and wide, relying on his wit and means to gain various abilities, establish his own power, and help the prince seize the throne. Along the way, he discovered a millennium-old secret hidden in this continent, a secret closely related to his identity...

The moon goddess has spoken, the only person to destroy this deadly beast is born, with a golden mark which has an image of arrows. Emma was banished to the thick forest because she mated with a man who is not her mate , for a night sex , she got pregnant which lured her life . Family, friends, her pack and entire clan turned their back on her to suffer. Both the midwives and all the nurses rejected her during her delivery, but luckily to her faith found with her mate Aero . When her father and the entire Rogues soldier were searching for a solution to Save their clan from the beast from hell , the clock turned around; it was Emma's son who could destroy the beast . Would they ever find her?". Would she ever forgive her pack and the entire family

Butchers don't kill five-fingered pigs. The guardian of a village does not guard a village with a temple. Feng shui masters don't tell evil dragons what to do. Midwives' hands must be washed with rooster blood. There are 360 lines in the world, and there are rules in every line. Are these ancient and mysterious rules really formal? Would you believe me if I told you that there are rules you can't break, that breaking them could endanger your life?

Nicoli's grandfather, Gustav, lived a long, remarkable life, and was a man of many eccentricities and desires. They say he never cried when he was born. Even after the midwives struck his bottom until it was peachy-red, he did not cry! Others even claim he learned to talk when he was merely six months old! "Maybe it's because of those fangs?" Throughout his childhood, Gustav was a bit of an oddball, and had unusual habits. Unlike other children, he detested the outdoors, and spent his days holed up in the library—explicitly avoiding the sunlight. "Is that why his skin is so pale and without blemishes?" He grew to be unparalleled in both appearance and talents. Something he called a misfortune, as it brought him nothing but disdain and envy from men and women alike. In fact, his talents in magic were so ethereal that some believed he was not human at all. "How can a human possess such strength, and command such powerful magic while retaining their sanity?" Perhaps as a price to pay for his unusual, ethereal talents, a sinister nature akin to a curse lay hidden in Gustav. "This substitute is no good either! Should I try human blood next?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- However, this is not the story of Gustav's life; that was the prequel. Years later, Gustav's time has long passed, and with the end of his life fast approaching, his sole reason for living is his grandson, Nicoli. As fate would have it, however, past mistakes come back to haunt Gustav, causing his untimely demise. In the aftermath, Nicoli learns there was a lot his grandfather kept hidden from him, and as he seeks revenge, his only lead is Gustav's last words: "Drink the witch's blood!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: The cover used does not belong to the author of this novel. All credits go to the rightful owner.

Prologue ‘Minister Eiji, your wife has gone into labour' a maidservant came to inform Shogun Eiji, however instead rushing home to his wife he made a detour to the Royal Astrologer estate. ‘I’ve come for the matter I met you for weeks ago' he said once he had seen the Royal astrologer. The old man went about his business as if he wasn’t there, but minister Eiji didn’t mind. Old men weren’t exactly reasonable. The old man fetched a small shiny disc from one of the numerous shelves and placed it in a small pool of water and the constellations came into full view. After looking at it for some time he turned to him and sighed. ‘Minister, you should go home to your wife’, he said. ‘And…?’ Eiji urged him on and he sighed. ‘Your wife will give birth to a set of triplets who will be against each other until the day they disappear from this earth, however, one of them will grow up to be a mediator or the catalyst that leads them to war.’ When minister Eiji got home his wife had delivered the triplets safely and he was allowed to see them. The midwives gave him one of the boys to hold and he felt the mana rolling of them in waves. This was mana worthy of the first generation of the Sasaki clan he nodded secretly and mourned their fate. He found that his wife had already named the boys, Itsuki, Kiyoshi and Akane. ‘Kenji!’ Eiji called in a low voice and a piece of his shadow separated from him and morphed into a human being. He sealed their chakra gates and gave the triplets to Kenji and instructed him to leave them with different families in different realms at his own discretion and he disappeared with the boys. Eiji then turned to his wife who was smiling sweetly at him, however, he noticed her hands were clenched so tightly under the sheets. ‘Any objections?’ he asked. ‘Of course not, after all, my lord knows best’ she replied through clenched teeth. He sighed again and left the room, she would never understand his sufferings. Meanwhile, Kenji exited the realm in which the Nakamura clan was based to the three lower realms. He left one with a wealthy and influential shogun clan in the first realm, one in a military base the second realm, and one with a childless poor couple in the last realm. While minister Eiji had decided to leave the children to their own devices, their mother, Aoki Ayame sent spies and guards to find the boys and protect them but their trail had long been wiped clean by Kenji.