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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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Getting Stronger

Xaloc gripped the necklace with his left hand even tighter.

He was sorry. Sorry for not noticing. Sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for not understanding. For not being reliable.

"I am sorry." The words left his mouth as big tears ran down his face in a steady stream as he sat curled into himself in the middle of a cold, sandy desert, holding an ornate necklace, crying till he fell asleep.

Day came and Night passed. Time moved like a confusing puppet play, Xaloc was not sure anymore.

He was surrounded by treacherous winds, the sand blocking his eyes, in this desolate place, there was only one ray of light and a soft voice whispering in his ears.

"You can't die

***

"Run!"

The wailing screams of men filled the air. They were tossed into the swirling vortex, twisted into nothing, with nobody listening to their last cries.