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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

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286 Chs

In Search Of Lost Friends

As the darkness enveloped the land, I found myself walking alone through the deserted streets. With Hiroshi slumped over my back, I scoured the area for a safe haven, a place to rest and recover before continuing our journey. Eventually, I stumbled upon an abandoned house, the perfect hideaway from prying eyes.

I laid Hiroshi down on a dusty old bed and started to prepare the house for our stay. I lit a fire in the fireplace, carefully tending to it until the flames roared and cast a warm glow around the room. Though Hiroshi seemed stable for now, I knew the night air would only exacerbate his condition.

With a sense of urgency, I fetched a bucket and hung it above the fire. I scoured the dusty old room for anything I could use to sterilize the bucket, eventually settling on a dirty cloth. I submerged the cloth in the hot water and added aloe vera gel, watching as the concoction bubbled and frothed, until the cloth was clean and sterile.