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Reincarnated As An Assassin: Hwarang

Dan Tae, a boy dies as an unfortunate victim in a fatal car wreck with his parents but when the universe has bigger plans for him, he finds himself in another dimension of the world. He is reincarnated as the son of a noble in the Silla Era, but when he bears the mark of Maitreya, he is chosen to be part of an elite assassin who wields supernatural great powers, known as the Hwarang, flower knights and Dantae's fate as an assassin is sealed. In his past life, he lived in a dark lonely shell, away from the light of the world as a result of elevated bullying as he was a weak and frail prey for the terror hungry world, but when he gets reincarnated as a powerful assassin and is given the freedom and inexplicable power, he explores his capabilities and immense power he is reincarnated with. Legend had it that when Maitreya, a great god's physical form died on the soils of Silla, its spirit incarnated into the body of the young men who bore its mark, giving them a fragment of its tremendous power in the process. They are popularly known for their flawless beauty and their resilience along with their elegance and prowess. The Hwarangs are the most dreaded assassins throughout the three kingdoms of the Korean nation, feared and admired for their remarkable powers and skills. Behind their flawless and captivating beauty lay a cloak of darkness, will Dantae who is reincarnated as an assassin be able to resist the tempting darkness, or will he succumb to the darkness calling him? //////// This work is running for WSA 2023. For those that want to contact me about the book, feel free to dm me on discord: Mel_goddess123#0675 Follow me on IG: melaninngoddess_123

Mel_goddess123 · Fantasy
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Trapped In The Shadowed Grove

"Dark entities reside in the shadowed grove, but our presence triggered them to reveal themselves now." Yeonsi remarked.

"I can feel it too." Nari whispered beneath her breath.

"We can all feel it." Joonho remarked as they all unsheathed their weapons, eyes scrutinizing the darkness in alert.

The dense forest was plunged into a silence of eeriness, only a gust of wind whisked past them, retaining an ambiance of menace, depicting a guttural essence.

The gloaming darkness seemed to blend with the twisted trees in a dreary sense as if it were emitting darkness, as it hovered around it like a thick cloak of eeriness.

A gust of murky wind blew past them, carrying with it dreary whispers floating in the thick air. They couldn't decipher the meaning of the whisper whisking into their ears.

The whispers intensified around them as it resonated in the dead forest. It was as though it was telling a guttural tale, portraying darkness.