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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.

Dark_Scholars · LGBT+
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Tides Part One

The moment Xaloc spoke, he did not need any introduction. A white lotus artefact, long black hair and piercing black eyes. Everyone had heard of the description of the Leader of Sanya, even though he was not dressed in his signature black robes, everyone knew clearly that this person was the Black Monarch.

Some of the people standing in flying boats could not help but take several steps backwards as they saw Xaloc. It was not surprising. While the title was popular, the Black Monarch, himself was rarely seen. 

A person who could free slaves, who could bring the Death Hound, General Tafari and the famed Strategist Indigo under his command was not an ordinary person. 

Under the skilful mouth of storytellers, the Black Monarch had been morphed to be akin to a demonic entity with seven heads and countless eyes. It was not just the people around, even the high priests that were fighting Tafari stopped giving the general a little time to breathe.