Existence Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

My Father "yes it is honey, gladly to have a lots of baby dragons" my mom replied calmly -ERUVELLIEL'S CHAMBERS- After breakfast, I came back here at my room and sitting comfortably here at my balcony, I'm about to lay down but I saw eclipsa's pigeon flying towards me and, I quickly get the scroll to read the message "my dear beloved friend", the heck this childness it makes me cringe, this disgust me eclipsa! {chill author-nim's readers it's a joke, well this is how we work our friendship}

“…won’t test whether you can exist.” Silence. Then: “It will test whether you deserve to.” --- END OF CHAPTER 75 Kael didn’t win. He didn’t lose. He proved something the system couldn’t understand— That existence isn’t something that can be calculated. But now— Something deeper is coming to decide if that truth is allowed to survive. ---

Lyra looked at the creature. Then who is it? Aiden's eyes filled with terror. The creature smiled. I am what your father became before you were born. The Mother Before Creation whispered, The King of the Dead. Lyra froze. The creature raised its hand. And every dead soul in existence rose. End of Chapter 129.

In a sense, someone with mystical powers is protecting you from something dangerous. "I also found something here!" Xander exclaimed "In this book, precisely in the chapter 'ILLUSION FROM THE MYSTERIOUS' it is said that it is true that the ability exists. And that means on this earth, we do not live with fellow humans. But also other creatures, which we have never met before! " Xander exclaimed then looked at Alice and Logan "Do you think the author of the book Xander is reading has experienced this too?" cried Alice "I think so, because there's no way he just wrote his imagination. Look, all his books are handwritten. But why didn't he give a clue where the man went?" Xander exclaimed, flip

​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute. ​"The 401st chapter," Kael whispered, his golden-text skin beginning to flake away like autumn leaves. "It’s not a story. It’s a Life." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines died. The ship began to dissolve into white light. ​"THE END?" flashed across the sky. ​And then, a new line appeared, written in Nora’s own handwriting: "NO. THE PREFACE."

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

He started a new chapter. Chapter 10: The Mortality Curve. Subtitle: How the Reaper Learned to Sniffle. He wrote for an hour. Cale woke up with a start. "Elion!" "I'm here." Cale looked around wild-eyed. "The time. What time is it?" "It's 2 PM." "Tuesday?" "Yes. It's Tuesday." Cale relaxed. He slumped back. "We survived the morning," Cale whispered. "We survived the morning." "The variable... it didn't kill me."

Ayumi can be scary sometimes. Next morning a curious message received me as soon as I opened my eyes: Hello My dear readers, I'm very sorry i published chapter 9 twice, please dont unlock both. For everyone who have unlocked both, I'm very sorry.

The moment that I laid my eyes on her, I already knew that Victoria Stephens is mine. “ Technically, he killed me first,” Lourde said in between his laugh. I howled knowing he’s stepping towards Victoria but the bound in my body made no mercy against my attempt to stop him. “ Come on. I thought Erebus are supposed to be feisty and wise like how my father describes them. What happened, heiress? You failed to see how he’s useless? He’s not an alpha. Heck. He’ll never be.” “ Shut up!” I shouted. “ I’m a fucking alpha. You failed to realize I’m the executioner, now? And technically speaking, you’re a ghost, Lourde. You’re dead.”

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.