Gun Mage

In the realm of 'Wild Valley World,' Sebastian was a legendary figure, renowned as the master of enlightenment. As the world's leading mage, he possessed the extraordinary power to manipulate the elements and shape the virtual world to his will. His name was synonymous with authority, and his presence garnered admiration from countless players. He had long reveled in the glory of the gaming world. However, a tragic twist altered the course of his narrative. Sebastian's heart was torn between two cherished bonds - his beloved partner and his brother, both of whom had once been his closest confidants. Yet, darkness infiltrated their hearts, leading to a cruel betrayal. Deceived by their false sincerity, Sebastian found himself ensnared by the 'Black Dragon King,' a formidable boss dwelling in the mystical realm of immortals, notorious for being one of the game's most elusive and ruthless foes. With little time to react, Sebastian faced his grim fate within the perilous lair of the Black Dragon King. The battle was fierce, and he ultimately met a tragic demise, consumed by the Black Dragon King. His in-game avatar crumbled, leaving no trace of his existence. Time passed, and it seemed that Sebastian was lost within the digital archives of the game. Yet, fate had different plans. Against all odds, he was reborn, his consciousness awakened, back in the world of 'Wild Valley World,' one day before the game's official launch. Sebastian's gaze met the vibrant landscapes of the virtual world once more. With unwavering determination, he realized he had been granted a unique opportunity - a chance to change his destiny. Equipped with the knowledge of his past life, he embarked on a journey to rewrite his own story and become a formidable force once more in the realm of 'Wild Valley World.'

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

Although her past is very unclear because of amnesia, Yula tried to live her simple life despite of all the questions she has in mind. These people who claimed to be her family proved that her name is Yula. As time goes by, she believed them as there are a lot of photos of her from her childhood to present. But she doesn't know why she has this feeling that there's something she needs to unravel about her life ever since a mysterious man gave her a strange letter. Apart from that, she also started dreaming about these two mysterious men. They made her more confuse and desperate to get her memory back. The one is holding a gun, and the other one is kissing her with full of love. Who are these men? Are they part of her past? Or they are just a simple dream and don't actually mean anything? But what made her more skeptical about is this gorgeous billionaire man, who disguised himself as a farmer.

" I should kill you. Shoot right in that head," Damiano stopped letting the cold metal drag along her temple. " which betrayed me." he hissed, fixing the barrel of gun on her forehead. Raging blue clashed with guilty green ones. " then do it." ------------------------------------ One rule that was clear to Damiano Pietro that the punishment of traitor is only death. But what will happen when he will fell in love with the one. One rule that was clear to Claudia Riddle that she shouldn't fell in love with the one she was sent to destroy but what will happen when her target become the centre of her world... He was the cold hearted and ruthless person and he lived up to his tittle but then SHE dared the only one to crumble his wall which surrounded his cold heart and cocoon it with the warmth of her love yet She was the one who clawed at it mercilessly and let it bleed without a single remorse... She was brave and cunning who would have embraced death with a mocking smile gracing her lips but then HE was the only one who made her flinch by the mere look in his eyes yet he was the one who made her feel safe just by being beside her........... "OPPOSITE ATTRACKS" they both altered the meaning of these two words by all means .... Secrets will expose, hearts will break and war will definitely happen.

I kept on running with Kay as we manoeuvred our way through the messy crowd. Kay pulled me through and we finally got out of the club. We couldn't take the main entrance because Yoshim's men were there. We were running through the dark alley, panting and gasping for air. Relief washed over me when I realised that I finally left that hell hole. We kept on running when I heard a gunshot. I immediately halted and felt a warm liquid trickling down my arm. I looked around and saw no wound, I glanced at Kay and my eyes widened. I immediately brought my hand to my mouth trying to suppress the scream that wanted to come out. Kay held his arm as he bled profusely, he groaned in pain and fell on his knees. “Oh my God, Kay are you alright? Ugh, what am I going to do.” I said while hyperventilating. I heard footsteps and looked up only to be met by those same devilish eyes. He wore a grin on his face. And to his left was Gail who clung to him like a barnacle. How did he even know I escaped? “Haha, I overheard your little conversation with the guard, so I told Yoshim.” She smiled while talking. “Gail, what the is wrong with you?” I said with anger and tears in my eyes. She shrugged her shoulders and her mouth curved into a smile. I pressed my hand on Kay's wound to stop the bleeding, he groaned in pain and I couldn't stop my tears. “I should've gotten rid of you a long time ago.” Yoshim said while pointing a gun to my head. I closed my eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger.

Lowa was reincarnated in a world called Lycanthrope where humans were hunted by werewolves, a catastrophe that occurred over a thousand years, causing all survivors to hide in magical membranes. Humans are divided into many areas to live in, each area will have a mage to protect. Tragedy fell from the sky when the magic curtain cracked, her parents, the people living with Lowa could not survive, except for her and Dai. The organization is called: “Peace Corps”, Lowa and Dai are helped by the goddess Irina to take care of them after their objects are discovered and destroyed. They are taught that people must always be put first, the only goal is to destroy all werewolves to regain this land towards freedom. During a mission, Lowa meets a werewolf. He helped Iowa, another human, return to the organization. It was also from this meeting that Iowa understood that attempting to kill all the werewolves would be tantamount to using violence against violence that would only cause more casualties for innocent people. Lowa sets out to find people who share the same ideal of peace, between humans and werewolves, both deserve to live. One thing that Lowa didn't think about, it was Dai, her best friend, who was the most staunch opponent. He thinks werewolves deserve to be destroyed for the crimes committed against humans. Irina, the esteemed older sister to Iowa, was extremely disappointed in her. She officially kicked Iowa out of the organization, silently sending people to kill Lowa.

Mariana Fairchild learned at a very young age that magic exists in Paradis, and humans who could control magic are called mages. These humans received them from the elemental spirits - mystical beings who grant their powers to those who ask or deserve them. One day, Mariana, too, has been blessed with the power to become one. So she sets off to Arcanus, the academy for those who wish to master their newfound strengths. Alas, on her way, tragedy befell her. It was something she could not have escaped from had she not been saved by a stranger. From this person, an irregularity arose. His magic incinerates wood and flesh alike. His spells blaze upon his enemies without prejudice. He is a mage the whole Paradis thought should not have existed. He is...

My entire existence has led to this moment, the day I finally put an end to this misery, the day I pay tribute to the sacrifices of my loved ones, the day I grant freedom to the human race. All it requires is a simple pull of the trigger. I desired this, worked tirelessly for it, but inexplicably, I find myself unable to complete the task. "Do it," Bas urged in a soft whisper, a gentle smile playing on his lips. How could he find solace in a moment fraught with tension? His eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge. Unable to contain the tears streaming down my face, I felt a flood of emotions. Sensing my hesitation, Bas delicately laid his hand on mine, guiding the gun closer to his chest. "I love you," he uttered to me. No, I couldn't endure this any longer. I shook my head, the pain becoming unbearable. "We do this in 1...2...3..." **** In a world where werewolves coexist with humans, Rebecca faces a daunting prophecy: she must become the mate of the infamous Alpha's son, Bas. Every century, the moon selects a human girl to fulfill this prophecy, destined to bear a child for her mate and then be sacrificed. But Rebecca refuses to accept her fate. Can she defy the prophecy and protect her loved ones, or will her rebellion lead to tragedy? And when she starts developing feelings for someone forbidden, what will the consequences be?

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.