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Blessed by Night

In the year 2033 it began. Gods, monsters, devils, angels, every higher creature from every mythology began to bless those they found worthy and share their powers. Eventually with the emergence of the gates, we realized they were preparing us. The so called chosen heroes who enter gates are known as the Blessed and in it’s become the most sought after career in the world. They are the most famous and well known people in the entire world and some are even the leaders of their own nations. They are immensely powerful, beautiful, and charming beings. After five whole years, we still have no idea what the higher’s criteria are for blessing a human. Despite the seemingly loose criteria, only 1 percent of the population actually end up as blessed and gain the privilege of entering gates and defending our world. With all of the excitement around the Blessed, we seem to have forgotten the most important question. Why are they doing this for us and what will they require in return? —— Discord link is : https://discord.gg/yXuqHaS6dc ———————— Additional tags : - yuri (MCs sister and best friend.) Milf (MC is a milf hunter so most of the women in the harem will be cougars. Character development is a bit slower compared to my other novels because Malachi is meant to feel like a real person. If you start reading this with the expectation that Mal is going to be some cool bastard with no emotions who treats everyone around him like they’re disposable, then boy o boy are you in for the shock of your fucking life.

AnathaShesha · Fantasy
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351 Chs

A Southern Boy in The North...

"Remember, little sis. Men are trash. They lead you on, say that they like you and then leave you in the dirt as soon as the mood strikes them."

Camille nodded like she was listening to this harder than anything else she had ever heard in her entire life.

*Smack!*

"Ow!! Why?!"

Serana rubbed the side of her head as she looked at the only other occupant of the couch.

Even though she was still only within her early twenties, Bianca had developed the figure of a mature, shapely woman.

She wore a pair of smart black pants and buttoned down shirt. Though since she was done with work for the day, the first three or four buttons of her shirt had already been undone.

Serana was trying her best not to stare, but politeness was never really her strong suit.

How was it that her literal mother was having a more fulfilling sex life at night than she was?!