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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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325 Chs

His Mother

The screaming of the doppelgänger was truly horrendous, and Malachi felt like he was listening to some kind of dreadful sonnet. 

When his eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was the beautiful and always cheery Bianca, with a face that was smeared with blood. 

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On the other side of the cavern, he could see Aisha embedded into the stone wall. 

Not only was she bleeding from her abdomen, but she was also bleeding heavily from her face just like Bianca. 

Although it was very clear that she had endured much worse treatment, as the sight of her was nothing short of heartbreaking. 

Spurred on by the scene of the women he cared about hurt, Malachi buried his knuckles in the dirt as he finally started to push himself up from the ground.

He was only able to lift his head up a few inches away from the dirt before a foot landed on the nape of his neck and brutally forced him back down.