Novel & Cerita God Of Lost Fantasy

DEVASTATING truths have been folded out. I can now say what I have gone through. Maybe, that's the reason why I keep on longing for Venus' attention but chose to be with Olivia although just as friends. I know now where I get the guts to be with Venus despite what Olivia will say. "Look! Konan is doing something!" says Finn. My eyes were just closed, letting them out of the dream. "STOP HIM!" Fairy shouted. But none of the fallen deities can do so. Who could do that? I'm the most powerful god of the dream in my era before I was reborn as a nine-tailed fox.

Luckily both of those mates were godlings themselves, meaning Lora's blood was so pure, it matched even mine. I am the creator, I am God. And I will not stop until our blood is the only blood roaming the four realms once more. ••••••••••••••••••••••••The End••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Leo wore the helmet and the voice of an AI lady was heard . “Scanning Data in check, DNA status Male 21,Leo Hiram registered as New user of The Lost World!” Welcome to the Lost world, a bright white light engulfs Leo and sends him to an open area where he could choose the Region he wanted to spawn too. Leo and Dard had read too many beta manuals on The Lost World which clearly started spawning and starting the journey in the Eastern Region had better rewards, without thinking further he chose the Eastern Region, so did Dard and they both were sent to a White River City.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

~ROTIP~ Eight years ago, I raided the devil’s den to search for the mystical scripture of the Dordon Wizard. The prophecy mentioned that the Dordon scripture contained instructions on how to break all evil magical powers. However, when I laid my hands on the book, I could not understand the language. It was written in some codes, strange names, and alphabets I had never seen in my life. I accidentally flipped to the last page of the scripture, then became able to read the short note attached at the ending. It said ‘Code of Sacred Bloods’ meaning that the codes could only be read by the sacred bloods; the bloodline of the pure soul mystical white sorceress who the prophecy called ‘The Lost Az

I would add a hidden surprise under a hidden surprise, do you get draft? I know you wouldn't I'm too smart for you, extra smart. For those who understand you are getting closer to my intelligence.... OK enough of talks time for the plan.. Wait first, do you know the plan that am talking about? If you do, your intelligence has reached mine and mine has just increased, so you're still not intelligent like me. If you don't understand, well, start reading from the starting of this chapter all over again. OK time to meet Jenny.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

"Just say yes." The idea makes my whole body tighten with longing. Run away with Andrew. Leave everything behind and just... disappear. It sounds like heaven and hell all at once. "You can't say ridiculous things like that and expect me to give you an answer," I say, trying to pull away from his touch. But he catches my waist and pulls me back against him. I can feel the heat of his body, smell his cologne, and for a moment I want to give in completely. "Can't I even dream?" he says with a small smile. "Am I not allowed that much?"

It was not carved from stone or forged from metal, but built entirely from bones—the bones of fallen gods, some still shimmering faintly with a dying, tragic divine essence. ​Upon that throne lounged Malzareth. ​The High God looked almost disappointingly ordinary. He was a tall man draped in loose black robes, with long silver hair falling over broad shoulders. His calm, crimson eyes studied Kaelor with an unsettling, quiet amusement, and his smile was warm. Too warm. It was the smile of a predator that found the terror of its prey entertaining. ​"So," Malzareth said softly, his voice cutting through the damp chill of the hall. "The forgotten god returns."