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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

Words Hurt

Standing in front of the trio of Malachi, Aisha, and Bianca, was a woman that two of them never expected to see again.

Aisha immediately recognized what was happening, and she began trying to put out a fire before it could spread. "Mal, that's not-"

"Mom...?"

She was a woman with beautiful brown skin and a head of dark curly hair with blonde ends. 

Just like Aubrey, she had kind yet mischievous amber eyes and an inviting smile. 

She wore dark black jeans and her favorite shirt that Malachi hated due to the cringey words written on the front. 

'Mom. Boss. Forever.' 

It was a shirt that he never expected to see again.

Because she had been wearing it on the day she died. 

"My little man is all grown up... I can't tell you how happy that makes me. I wish that your father and I had gotten to see you grow with our own eyes."