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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
Not enough ratings
293 Chs

Don’t Break

A sliding door opened up on the opposite side of the room where Malachi had come from, and a man stepped out from the doorway.

Like Malachi, he had a leaner figure that was still in excellent shape and he wore the same black military garb as all of the dead men lying outside.

Albeit his seemed to have more patches to symbolize his higher rank and status.

His unnatural pale skin and white hair paired with icy blue eyes made his identity as a blessed scream out loud and clear.

Both of his arms were bionic and remained clasped behind his back as he paced around the room.

"This one was quite a fighter. I'm sure she would have made you proud. We had to keep her sedated like this because she kept-"

"Did…you… put… her… here?"

Malachi had never had such trouble stringing together a coherent sentence in his life, but after seeing this man and Anna's condition; he felt like he was having difficulty maintaining basic functions.