webnovel

Favoured By The Grandmaster Who Can't Resist Me(BL)

Autor: _Zhiying
LGBT+
Laufend · 1.1M Ansichten
  • 323 Kaps
    Inhalt
  • 4.9
    19 Bewertungen
  • NO.200+
    UNTERSTÜTZEN
Zusammenfassung

“You said you would always treasure me.” The Grandmaster choked on blood, his body trembling beneath Chi Chengxin’s blade. “Is this how you love, Chi Cheng…? Destroying that which you love?” Chi Cheng leaned in close, his voice soft, almost tender, but there was also something dark. “No.” Then colder than winter steel, he answered again, “In all your perfections, dear Grandmaster, loving me was your greatest flaw. This is how I end things I should’ve never started.” ******* He was once Jing Ling, a celestial beast revered for his beauty and power. But punishment for his crimes in the heavenly courts left him banished, hunted, and broken. Stripped of his divinity, he escaped to the mortal realm, crawling into the cold body of a dead child from the Chi Clan. Now reborn as Chi Cheng, he is not free. His meridians are sealed, his power coiled like a beast in chains, and his name is a stain on his clan. Even in this second life, he suffers—mocked, unwanted, forgotten. All he wants is quiet. Peace. Maybe even the love of Han Yijun, the senior disciple of the Ice Sect he once adored as his lover. But on the day he arrives at the Northern Ice Sect, Han Yijun betrays him with another—and the fragile hope in Chi Cheng’s chest shatters like ice underfoot. Then comes the Grandmaster. A man who is feared by mortals and dangerous to the immortals. He’s meant to become a Celestial Hunter—trained to kill the very being Chi Cheng used to be. He doesn’t know who Chi really is. And yet… he can’t stop wanting him. Affection becomes obsession. Pain blurs with pleasure. Chi Cheng becomes an addiction the Grandmaster can't stop chasing, a dream he's wanted for years. And as demons rise, slaughtering sects in the shadows, an old lover from Jing Ling’s past returns—with one goal: to control him again and use him to bring darkness to the world again. Now Chi Cheng walks a knife’s edge. The love he sought is not easy. Nothing comes without blood. ****** He was reborn with sealed power, a shattered heart, and a bounty on his soul. But the one man meant to kill him… is the one he’s making fall in love. ********* Note: The story doesn't follow an omegaverse trope but there is a factor of mpreg much later in the story. join my discord server to chat with me: find link under my profile cover picture is ai made by me

Tags
10 tags
Chapter 1Letter from the Chi Clan

"Grandmaster, why don't you retire for the night?" Han Yongrui suggested, his brows furrowing with concern for the Lord who had just returned from a wearisome journey. "You'll need your rest for the junior apprenticeship exchange course tomorrow."

"Don't remind me of that dreadful task, Rui." Seated in the sanctum hall of the Ice Sect's estate, the Grandmaster sighed, massaging out the creases forming on his forehead.

"Forgive me, Grandmaster." Han Yongrui expressed his apologies with a deep bow.

Fatigue gnawed at the Grandmaster's bones and filled his mind until it brought about a throbbing headache. And upon his return, piled over the many unfinished tasks was a letter lying across his oak-polished desk, crinkled and folded.

Addressed to him by the distant Chi Clan, the Grandmaster read the letter's contents carefully. The words held some form of desperation and it amused him somewhat.

But they were precise and cleverly phrased, reading more like a plea for help than the actual threat it was.

"Hah!" The Grandmaster sneered, resisting the urge to burst out into a fit of laughter. "The Chi clan's audacity never ceases to amaze me."

And at the grave ending lines of the letter, his shoulders stiffened; his gaze narrowing at the words which read:

'The fate of my son lies in your hands. Heed my wishes, Grandmaster Han, for you are the last hope I can turn to.'

A request had been made, and a favour called in.

"I would rather deal with this now," the Grandmaster stated nonchalantly, craning his head to the side to loosen the knots in his neck. "I won't have the leisure to discuss this matter in the morning."

Han Yongrui observed the Grandmaster's eyes flicker with frustration, the icy blue hue in them intensifying as he folded the letter and set it aside.

As if the Emperor's abrupt summons back to the capital didn't test the Grandmaster's patience enough, now the Chi Clan had already been burdening him with their problematic affairs.

"Send for the Chi Clan's eldest son immediately," the Grandmaster commanded, his fingers tapping impatiently on his desk as he gazed out the open window.

"As you wish, Grandmaster," Han Yongrui replied, bowing again before departing.

**********

Chi Cheng woke up to the snowy zephyr that breezed in through the window he'd forgotten to latch before the afternoon nap that he rewarded himself with.

There weren't any exciting activities to cure his boredom at the Ice Sect's disciple quarters so the only way to deal with his restlessness was through sleep.

Uncovered by the cotton sheets, he woke up rubbing his arms as the icy cold air in the Han Clan's mountainous region blew against his face.

"Why is it so cold here?" He complained through chattering teeth, stepping away from the bed to close the window.

But he stopped, remembering that he had a prior engagement to attend to.

"I was supposed to meet with Han Yijun!" Chi Cheng slapped his hands to his cheeks and hurried over to a wooden bowl of water resting on a small, white oak table.

Chi Cheng's impatience to meet with his lover, Han Yijun, was quite clear.

Rushing about, he quickly splashed the cold water onto his face, wiping away the chilly dampness with a soft cloth afterwards. It was refreshing and cleared away the visible weariness in his eyes.

"You'd better take a good look at me, Han Yijun." Assessing his appearance in a small hand mirror, he pouted while combing out the knots and messy strands of his long, red chestnut hair.

"I only agreed to this apprenticeship course so that we could see each other often and spend time together."

Chi Cheng had been eagerly anticipating his stay at the Han Clan's estate for the last month, and his arrival brought a feeling of relief because he would no longer be separated from Han Yijun for weeks at a time.

Although unfamiliar with the glacial nature of the Northern Mountain, he was prepared to endure the obstacles and unbearable conditions.

He even promised to hide his disinterest in the junior disciple exchange course and not stir unnecessary trouble. For Han Yijun's sake and happiness, he would readily conform to the things he rarely liked or took an interest in.

"Tonight," Chi Cheng whispered cheerfully, his cheeks flaring with joy and excitement. "You'll finally embrace me, won't you, Han Yijun?"

Straightening out the creases in his red and white hanfu robe, Chi Cheng sighed hopefully as he made his way out of his room in the disciple quarter's hall.

Once outside, the mountain'sicy night gales embracedhim,; chilling through his back and causing goosebumps to pop up along his arms.

"The Han clan's region is beautiful," Chi Cheng complimented, admiring the lotus lake which spanned most of the inner estate's area where the halls were built.

But pensive thoughts settled in as he crossed the long stone bridge. He remembered that although his lover treated him kindly and praised him occasionally, he seldom, or even rarely, touched him.

There were always the brief, soft brushes of Han Yijun's hand against his cheek, but even in those, there was hesitation.

As time passed by in a few months of their courtship, their relationship became oddly platonic. It became more like a casual friendship between two friends who greeted each other now and then or only spoke with each other out of common courtesy.

On many occasions, Chi Cheng attempted to charm his lover with romantic or affectionate gestures like a light peck on the cheek or a hug from behind. Still, Han Yijun always shied away or used the excuse of not wanting their relationship to be exposed.

"No matter what I've tried, Han Yijun always brushes it off," Chi Cheng sighed softly, twirling the earring on his left ear with his finger. "This is no time to sulk. I'll do it right!"

Chi Cheng quickened his steps until he reached Han Yijun's private hall, where he promised to wait for him. He stopped twirling his earring and rubbed his arms again for warmth, wincing at the sudden strong gale that hit him.

"Hmm?" He cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out why the hall wasn't lit. 

The hall from the outside appeared completely dark, not even a slight spark or wavering candle flame. But as Chi Cheng drew closer to the door, over the howling wind, he heard the faint sounds and moans of a woman.

"Is this the right hall?" He placed his ear against the door to listen more clearly, covering his other ear with his hand to prevent the wind from clouding his hearing.

Chi Cheng's eyes widened when the sounds reached his ear more clearly. He heard the passion-filled cries of a woman in the heat of heightened pleasure. Her moans were soft, pleasantly sweet to the ear, but they were like daggers piercing through his heart.

His instincts warned him to walk away immediately, fearing that he might become a witness to an unbearable scene that his heart would never come to accept.

But Chi Cheng's stubbornness and curiosity defeated his better judgement, and he reached out to the door with a quivering hand.

He gulped, closing his eyes tightly before he slid the door open with a sharp force. In the room's darkness, he vaguely made out two silhouettes in the distance on the bed.

At the bedside was a miniature candle with a dying flame that was hardly noticeable at a glance but it illuminated the faces of the two silhouettes vividly. 

Chi Cheng's legs trembled, and he took a few steps forward when he saw his lover's features brightened by the candle flame. He astonishingly fixed his gaze on the scene in front of him, unable to break away.

His lips quiveringly parted to speak, "Han...Yi...jun?"

Das könnte Ihnen auch gefallen

The Alpha's Hidden Lover

[Warning: Mature content 18+, BL, Omegaverse] Clyde Aldric would have ascended his throne as the CEO of his family's billion dollars company if it weren't for a Beta falling into his arms begging for a help. Born to a distinguished elite Alpha family as the only surviving male heir, the grave mistake he committed that night with a Beta earned him nothing but a great danger to his own future… However, amidst his hazy vision Clyde found that he wasn't taking any ordinary person to his bed... That golden hair and honey-like eyes…. They sparked the flame of rebellion within his heart! With enemies lurking in the dark trying to prevent him from inheriting the Falcon throne, it wasn't time for him to play around. He should be looking for a powerful Alpha female as a mate, but why couldn't he forget that Beta? His sweet smell, his burning skin, his anger, his dangerous mind... Clyde wanted it all! Now that there’s no going back for everything that happened between them, would he risk his life and everything to keep the fire that continued to burn his passion? *** Ryley was wrong to think that being kind and forgiving would ensure his safety in the modeling world. His sister called him out of the blue, the blond agreed to have a dinner with her thinking it would be a sweet family reunion. But who would have thought that he would find himself waking up in a strange hotel room with all his limbs going numb and someone he didn't know climbing on him! Ryley struggled to escape, and once he managed to get past the door, he unknowingly fell into an Alpha's embrace. All he could remember from that time was how fate pushed them into a bittersweet journey to reveal the truth... He had a secret about his real identity that he had to guard tight especially from Alphas, yet he needed that Alpha to get back at people who hurt him. What should he do? *** Tags: Action, Drama, Revenge, Conspiracy, Mystery, Superpower Get ready to be entangled in the threads of conspiracy, intrigues and betrayals, also a journey of two mortal enemies trying to fight the dire fate that the world forced upon them! *** Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/JU3XsnJzpS *Thank you for reading!*

DrAxy66 · LGBT+
4.8
1058 Chs

Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse [BL]

Zou Yue jumped to the side, dodging an extended claw of a growling zombie. A pair of warm hands gripped his small waist from behind and pulled him over to a sturdy chest. The same pair of hands slowly groped his chest. “Brother fan w—what are you doing?!” Zou carefully looked up at him. Fan Xui smirked mysteriously at him and removed the huge shades stylishly. A clear pair of eyes met Zou’s challengingly. “since I saved you just now, why don’t you give me a kiss?” “you... you can see!!! Aren’t you blind!!!” Zou Yue glanced in shock. He pushed himself for of his body. Fan Xui laughed out loud, gently caressing Zou’s long black hair. “are you gonna leave me now?,” he continued groping his barely their chest through his girly tank top. “Fuck yeah!! Let go you poser.” he pushed him away and started shooting the zombies outside with renewed passion. Fan suddenly caught his wrist. “You bastard, what are you doing, let go of my hand. The zombies are coming!!!” “Hmm okay,” Fan Xui let go. He swiftly snapped a fluffy handcuff snugly on his wrist, tying them both together. “Now we are tied together for live and death,” “FAN. XUI!! Get this off of me!” Zou growled at him, but the young man just laughed happily. “Sigh, you are beautiful even when you are angry, dear,” Fan Xui whispered and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. He gently bit those soft lips and moaned. “Delicious,” Letting go, he slowly waved his hand towards the upcoming zombies and they are reduced to ashes.

Lullabybao · LGBT+
4.7
435 Chs

The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'

~Updates Daily~ (usually near 8PM ET / 1AM GMT) Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~ --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant. How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!] How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~] How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is. It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius. Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... | Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting. ... she really shouldn't have let on. It made her | El | kind of vain. Oh, and muscles. | Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A reincarnator MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

Seraphelki · LGBT+
Zu wenig Bewertungen
391 Chs

From CEO to Concubine

Yan Zheyun was born and bred to be a winner. His parents were on the Forbes’ List, he was the valedictorian of his graduating class at the top university in the country, and the icing on the cake was being voted ‘school grass’ four years in a row by his peers. And now, at just twenty-five, Yan Zheyun was the proud chairman and CEO of his very own tech company. But what should have been the happiest day of his life turned into the worst when he heard a strange robotic voice while crossing the road for coffee, just because he couldn’t wait for his secretary to return from the photocopying room. [BUG REPORT #193842347: OTHERWORLD SOUL DETECTED. INITIATING DEPORTATION SEQUENCE.] And then he died. In a very boring, very run-of-the-mill car accident. …except maybe he didn’t. The first thing Yan Zheyun thought after he opened his eyes and found himself in a bedroom that looked like the set of one of those inner palace dramas was: Wow, coffee wasn’t worth it. The second thing he thought after he realised he was now in a historical BL novel and had transmigrated into the body of a tragic beauty who was (about to be) used and abused by his multiple lovers was: I must have opened my eyes with the wrong technique, let me try again…nope, still here. Well. F**k. From CEO to lowly slave, Yan Zheyun couldn’t believe his luck. Stuck in a foreign world and surrounded by crazy tops (respectively A.K.A ‘The Childhood Friend’, ‘The General’s Son’, ‘The Crown Prince’, ‘Some Other Prince’, ‘That Creepy Duke’ etc.), Yan Zheyun realised that his one day’s experience as CEO had not prepared him adequately for this new life of misery. But he wasn’t the sort to give up without a fight so…Yan Zheyun resolutely made up his mind to stay away from the terrifying romantic plot line, try and write himself a new political plot line, and while at it, hug some big thighs, curry some favour with the powerful. And in a dynastic monarchy, whose thighs would be a better choice for hugging than the emperor himself? Liu Yao: …This Sovereign permits you to hug other parts too. Pairing: - This-Sovereign-Looks-Stern-But-Is-Secretly-Kind!Emperor Top VS I-Look-Like-A-Rabbit-But-I’m-Secretly-A-Fox!Slave Bottom - NOT harem, entire story is 1v1 Warnings: - This novel deals with some heavy subject matter that arises as a result of slavery and a caste system. I have added trigger warnings where relevant but just a heads up, the scumbags are called scumbags for a reason! Updates: 21:00 GMT+8 Illustrated By: HAZHE

Queeniecat · LGBT+
4.8
226 Chs
Inhaltsverzeichnis
Volumen 1 :Sweet lies and past dilemmas
Volumen 2 :The real hunt begins

Bewertungen

  • Gesamtbewertung
  • Qualität des Schreibens
  • Aktualisierungsstabilität
  • Geschichtenentwicklung
  • Charakter-Design
  • Welthintergrund
Rezensionen
Beliebt
Neuest
MidgetDumpling
MidgetDumplingLv12
ExQuartz_Roachina
ExQuartz_RoachinaLv4

UNTERSTÜTZEN