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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

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A Mistake! Please Don't Read

NB; This Chapter is a mistake. I am sorry.

The correct chapter is the next one.

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Xakoc was unhappy, very unhappy. 

He was late today. Today of all days. 

Today was Jamal's sword lesson and he was meant to assist his class and yet Xaloc had come late today. As for the reason, he had been so fashionably late, it all had to do with puberty.

His puberty was finally here, triggered by this instructor of his. After a set of uncontrollable, unexpected and unplanned dreams, Xaloc had woken up thirty minutes after breakfast.

One would think that being someone who domain involved the control of dreams and dream scapes, he would have a reasonable control over his but it was not so.

He had jumped into the bathroom and had the fastest bayh that he had in his life. After throwing his clothes on, he had jogged to the classroom.