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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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Trust Issues

He felt alone, and a dark thought soon sprung into his mind.

Perhaps it would have been best if Moses remained dead, at least then, the grandfather he knew would be alive.

He wondered how someone would fake his death in front of his young grandson and let his family grieve his death on top of the misfortunes they were facing and have the nerve to act like everything was okay.

Xaloc stared blankly for quite a while, then suddenly scoffed, and as he laughed to himself, a somewhat bitter expression, somewhat hateful, gradually surfaced on his face.

The starry expanse was terrifyingly silent as Xaloc stayed crouched next to a tree, he glanced sideways at the large number of threads that lay all within his grasp.

He thought of his lover and as he wanted to reach for the thread, he hesitated, his heart instantly raced with anxiety, and his dark eyes flickered with an inexplicable light.