Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]
Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement.
As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral.
With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect
Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be.
Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret.
When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust.
As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side.
He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first.
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Updates 3-4 times per week.
Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff.
When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice.
There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy.
This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love.
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Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!):
Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze.
Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan.
A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left.
But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another.
He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else.
One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer.
Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out.
"What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest.
"The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it."
"Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him.
Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again.
"I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it."
Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you."
"I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction.
"I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…"
"You want what?"
"I want more."
Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · LGBT+
O membro mais bem classificado do grupo, o nível C Hunter Song, foi gravemente ferido, o que significa que não havia ninguém aqui que pudesse potencialmente impedir Kim, que possuía um poderoso conjunto de habilidades, mesmo dentro do rank D. Kim apontou para o altar com sua espada. "A lei final, prove sua piedade. E há um altar aparecendo do nada no meio deste lugar." O olhar de Kim, em seguida, mudou para Jin-Woo. "Então, não devemos oferecer um sacrifício? Senhor Seong?" Jin-Woo assentiu lentamente com a cabeça. Foi isso que os jovens pensaram também. Um dos seis sobreviventes teve que agir como um sacrifício. 'Isso é o que a última lei provavelmente significou ....' Jin-Woo chegou a essa conclusão. Ele sentiu mais perturbação e levantou a cabeça, e percebeu que os olhos do Sr. Kim quando ele se aproximava não pareciam nada amigáveis. Uma longa gota de suor deslizou pela testa de Jin-Woo. "Ahjussi ... O que ...?" "Você, meu jovem, não diga nada e fique quieto !!" Kim gritou com raiva e apontou a espada para o Sr. Song, que estava agachado ao lado de Jin-Woo, a fim de verificar a condição do jovem. "Apenas quem foi que nos arrastou para este lugar? Não foi esse cara? Sim, foi o Senhor Song! Então, você não acha que é justo para o Senhor Song assumir a responsabilidade final?" "Ahjussi!" Jin-Woo tentou levantar-se em um ataque de raiva, mas a mão de Song que lembrava a casca de uma árvore envelhecida deteve a juventude. Jin-Woo olhou para Song em descrença. "...." Song sacudiu a cabeça sem dizer nada. Seus olhos estavam implorando para Jin-Woo, pedindo aos jovens que não dissessem mais nada. Claro, Jin-Woo tinha muitas coisas para dizer, mas ele as manteve por agora. Song lentamente levantou seu corpo. "O que o Sr. Kim disse está certo. Eu deveria assumir a culpa por hoje." "Velho, acho que agora estamos finalmente na mesma página." Kim usou a ponta da espada para apontar para o altar. "Se você conseguir agora, então vamos embora. Mais de dez pessoas morreram aqui por causa de você, meu velho."