kabanata axton

GOING ON HIATUS MAY. WILL BE BACK JUNE. Cinder Pack? A depraved and atrocious place to be. And for ‘one of those’, a term used to describe the abandoned children on the streets, it’s nothing short of a nightmare. Lesser than crippled dogs and only slightly above rogues for being born within the pack, they survive on scraps, always covered in dirt and ignored by society. But Aurelia Night is different. Eighteen years on the street. No wolf. A pale skin. A strange set of eyes which sends shivers down the spines of everyone she comes across. She’s considered weak by everyone, yet feared for reasons no one can explain. But none of that bothers her because she has her best friend by her side. Until one night, she overhears a conversation she shouldn’t have… and is shoved off a cliff by the very friend she trusted most. But… she wakes up six months later. No name. No memory. Just two boys growing inside her. Seven years later, she returns to Cinder Pack. Her mission? Kill Axton Wolfe. The pack’s twisted and ruthless Alpha. A man who finds delight in bloodshed and has no patience for weakness. Unaware of her true identity, Axton is baffled when he finds himself drawn to the seemingly timid maid in his residence, a woman who should repulse him. The more he tells himself not to crave her, the harder he does and the more he does, the more she recoils away. That is… until she notices the resemblance between him and her sons. But one thing is certain. When kiss comes to shove and she must sink a knife into his heart, she won’t hesitate. … Lifting her chin with a single finger, he pressed the hard length of his arousal against her thigh, his voice low and lethal. “Every time I look at you, something inside me burns. And yet…” His jaw ticked. “You let other men touch you. Do you have any idea what that does to a man like me?” Forcing down the disgust swelling inside her, she exhaled sharply. “My lord, women in Cinder Pack, unless marked by a mate or sold, can let any man touch them.” He slowly brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, a sneer escaping his lungs. “You live in my territory, breathe my air, and serve under my roof. Every man who looks at you risks losing his eyes. Every man who touches you signs his death sentence. And you?” “You may forget my face, my name, even your own, but your body will always remember who it aches for. That you were never anyone else’s to begin with. That you’re mine!” … Author’s note; There will be quite a number of grim things.  Male lead is more than morally grey, twisted, obsessive and possessive. Female lead is tough, thinks on her feet, can stand up for herself, but has no wolf… so a damsel in distress.  Enemies to Lovers? Definitely.  Smut? Well, male lead is OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE!  (I don’t know how long this novel will be, but definitely over 300 chapters.) With that said, welcome to Aurelia Night and Axton Wolfe’s tortured love story.

Author's Note: Good book but it didn't earn so yeah, I'm marking it as completed and starting another and hope it earns this time. ______ Martin woke up in a seething rage. The memory of his father's name leaving the mouth of the assassin tasked with his death was forever etched into the inner parts of his brain. The man he had trusted with his life, although they weren't that close, Martin had never thought he would be the reason for his death. But in the darkness that followed, something extraordinary happened. he found himself transmigrated into a new body, in a new world. A vessel made for his burning anger and thirst for revenge. He was accompanied on his journey by a strange type of rune, and blessed with an hidden room of power. In his new life, he realized he wasn't spared from the constant betrayals. Martin forged his timid heart into one made of boiling furnace, his soul was fueled by the desire to return to his world and pay his father for his crimes. He took an oath, one drenched in the blood and sweat of his struggles: They would grovel before his feet. Each breath he took was tainted with the want for vengeance, each step was guided by the inferno that blazed wildly in him. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, but Martin welcomed it, for it was the crucible in which he would forge his revenge. "I AM AXTON ZAVIER, THE SUPREME GOD OF CULTIVATION." ......................... _________ ****I do not own the cover**** I have been planning this story for a year now and I hope you like it. Yes it has everything ranging from action, adventure, revenge, etc. DISCORD SERVER : https://discord.com/invite/UXY22fphqe ____ CHAPTER LENGTH (1000-1500) Depending on my inspiration. (1-3) CHAPTERS DAILY 20 powerstones leads to an extra chapter at the end of the week! 40 powerstones leads to two extra chapters at the end of the week! ^^ Thank you for joining me on this literary journey. Enjoy the adventure!

"Sa bawat kuwento ay may kani-kaniyang kabanata." -Diego Guevarra

Age of Adepts

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Set in the Feudal Era of 1683; Tamari Uchirōku the infamous "Monk of Madness" sets out on a journey to find the Six Sacred Masks to oppose the faceless demon that attacked his temple; stealing one of the Masks and killing his Master. Causing Tamari to be labeled a criminal for the slaughter of the Head monk as well as the destruction of the temple. The die has been cast, and Tamari knows what must be done in order to clear his name and avenge his fallen monks.

Scorch, Kill, Notions and Bury. Four inexperienced youths have their lives entangled together by fate, to uncover the truth about their world that is buried beneath the surface. As hidden powers awaken inside of them, they face enemies that deems impossible. To survive, they will need to rely on one another or else the world may be consumed by into absolute oblivion.

The book created me for a good thought. and in this book represented of my history.

masahiro kusakabe was sentenced to execution due to his irresponsibility, the city then decided to let him show his faith by cutting his own eye out. now masahiro is a demon slaying warrior for the city, then an old family friend shows up and gives him the opportunity to pick both paths will masahiro accept the friends offer?.

Malcolm didn’t have a lot going for him. He wasn’t one of the blessed, or one of the beautiful. He didn’t have many talents. He was, however, a damn good chef. He worked hard and he insisted on perfection -- not just from himself but also from everyone else in his kitchen. And if that made others miserable, that was just too damn bad. If one couldn’t live up to expectations then one didn’t belong at Burgeon Manor.<br><br>Darien on the other hand, was everything Malcolm envied, hated, and secretly fantasized over. Lean, slim, with a smile that could melt ice and enough charm to woo demons, Darien surprised Malcolm by showing not only interest but also attraction. Which only meant one thing as far as Malcolm was concerned: Darien had to be playing some kind of game. There was no way that a rock god like Darien Flint could have honest feelings for someone like him.<br><br>Yet the more Darien tries to know him, the more Malcolm feels himself being drawn into the lie.