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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

Dark_Scholars · LGBT+
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Don't look

Jamal left the room and headed back to the outskirt cities where the Einherjer were residing.

"Lord Hovodan!" Shouts echoed wherever he flew by and he nodded, acknowledging their greetings, watching as they trained. Did he feel guilt that the Einherjer trained to serve a lord who he 99% believed was not still leaving, he did not. To be honest, they were better off without that crazy old man.

A small smile appeared on his face, maybe it was not just the slaves who would find freedom in Sanya.

He landed in front of his home, it was a beautiful courtyard with a lake in front and an incredibly large training ground. The training ground was almost empty with an old man tending to the weapons that were scattered about.

He wore a black long gown while leaning on a cane in his hand, his hair was white like snow with a face covered in wrinkles, and his eyes seemed to have experienced countless years, yet they were bright and deep. 

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