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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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Honesty

Jamal moved over to Xaloc's back and using one hand he brushed down the unruly soft hair before trying it with a hair band. The packed hair revealed an expanse of Xaloc's neck and Jamal swallowed it. He said a few sentences to cleanse his mind before returning to his seat. At least now, Xaloc's slightly long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pale.

Xaloc's face was ugly. It seems the second rule is a scam. 

This might not be as easy as he thought.

But he was not one to give up quickly. His eyes quietly caught sight of an unfamiliar word in one of the books and his brows furrowed.

It detailed a battle between one of the Tyr and Morpheus in an Aether-forsaken land.

The sentence was a bit puzzling. For every Tyr had power that stretched to the heavens, Morpheus drew strength from the faith of mortals.

Strength from the faith of mortals?