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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
338 Chs

Man or Avatar? Monster or Nightmare?

When Malachi's miniature sun collided with the castle, the explosion that followed looked like it was right out of a Hollywood blockbuster. 

Debris from the building and black fames rained down everywhere, along with the smoldering corpses of the unfortunate vampires lurking inside. 

Malachi didn't budge a single inch and instead stared unflinchingly into the flames as he waited for his attack to bear fruit. 

And sure enough, the result he was hoping for occurred. 

A powerful aura and a monstrous voice cut through the smoldering rubble, and traveled far into the dead of night. 

"INGRATES! SCUM! YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY HOME!!"

In a flash, a man appeared through the flames and made a beeline directly for Malachi. 

Clearly, this man was above the rest of the rabble, as he had not immediately burned to death when subjected to his powerful flames.