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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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350 Chs

He Is Not The Same

Currently, Mal and Lamont were in an alley behind Anna's music store.

The dark angel was as infuriating as ever and seemed to be blissfully unaware of just how bad Malachi wanted to tear his head off. 

"She's a real cutie, huh? And as thick as cold peanut butter-"

"Why the hell are you here?" Mal asked. 

Lamont glanced at Malachi and finally noticed something strange about him. 

Outwardly Mal appeared to be very calm, almost like he had no emotions, but his eyes were smoldering. 

It was as if he was envisioning roasting him alive.

"You seem different, buddy boy. Mad that I interrupted your steamy conversation? I promise you can get right back to the little goth girl after-"

"You're really starting to piss me off."

This time, Lamont did not miss the sight of Mal's pointed teeth flashing as he spoke, and he realized that things were becoming dangerous.