Novel Dual Cultivation

Xiao long, is a regular high school boy. To have activities like any other schoolchildren, such as school and play. At the age of 18, he was stabbed to death saving a young boy who was about to be kidnapped by a big, fat thug. Before he died, Xiao Long saw a few people dressed in robes with all the lights around him. And after that he realized that saving that little boy was the best choice he had ever taken, because that choice changed him from ordinary men to immortals who conquered all with the knowledge of the gods and power of darkness. This is the continuation of Xiao Long's story in Successor of the Gods. Continuing from chapter 26, you have to read the first novel with the same title before reading this.

Sebastian ‘Baste’ Paner was a jock of hotel services and master of client pampering, especially for rich old women. When his best friend who was running a dating agency enlisted his help to fulfill a dying woman's wish, the greedy Baste accepted the offer right away. Who wouldn't be anyway if you're bound to inherit a massive land in the province after her death? However, it wasn't as easy as Baste had initially thought. “When I called and told your orphanage that I want a family, I didn't mean I need a husband. I need a child,” clarified 61-year-old Filomena Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage. By the way, it's not a love story. It's something more profound than that. It's... something only we know.

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

In my previous life, at the mate selection ceremony held by our pack, the Silvermoon pack, I saved a wolf that had suffered a crushing defeat in a territorial war. He turned out to be the Alpha heir of the Sunfire pack, Julian Sterling. To repay me for saving his life, after Julian returned to his pack, he immediately announced that I would be his future Luna. Within a year, I gave birth to a pure-blood Alpha, which was extremely rare in the Sunfire pack. Julian was overjoyed, and he named me his Luna after his father passed on the leadership to him. I not only had a mate who was outwardly loyal to me, but I also held an unparalleled position. As for my sister, Rosalie Ashford, she chose Jacob Blackwell, the courageous Alpha heir of the Stoneridge pack, to be her mate. However, she suffered because of her betrayal, and in the end, she was sent back to the Silvermoon pack. The pack believed that Rosalie had tarnished the glory of the pack, so they banished her. I took pity on her loneliness, so I brought her to the Sunfire pack's territory. However, she grew jealous of me. She killed me with silver-infused poison, and she even threw our pup off a tower, killing him. When I open my eyes again, I have returned to the day of the mate selection ceremony. I watch as Roselia runs without hesitation toward the dying wolf in the woods, Julian. Hence, I know that she is reborn as well. However, she has no idea that while it may be easy to save an Alpha, it's exceedingly difficult to bear his pure-blood descendant. Being the Luna of the Sunfire pack is anything but easy!

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

The day the Porter family went bankrupt, my elder sister, who had been engaged to Calvin Porter, claimed she was in love with someone else and cut ties with him without a second thought. I was the one who stepped forward to take her place, becoming the laughingstock of our social circle. I smoothed away all the hardness in him, tried to shape myself into the woman he liked, and swallowed countless moments of bitterness, hoping only to warm his distant heart. Until our wedding day. A car accident happened, and Calvin's first instinct was to shield my sister with his whole body. "Rebecca, don't be scared. Where are you hurt? We'll get you to the hospital right away!" He carried her into the ambulance without so much as glancing back at me. I looked down at the iron rod piercing my chest and felt warm blood gush out. It was only then I understood. He was not indifferent by nature, he was simply indifferent to me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Calvin came to our house carrying the engagement gift.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

"Ayo, menikah denganku! Aku serius. Di Indonesia seusia kita bahkan sudah banyak yang punya anak!" Tidak seharusnya Aya mendengar kalimat diluar nalar itu diusianya yang masih 20 tahun. Saat dia sedang pusing-pusingnya memikirkan kuliahnya dan kerja parttime di Adelaide, Australia. Dan lagi! Laki-laki sebaya di depannya ini tahu seperti apa masa lalu Aya. Aya yang menjauh dari Indonesia, mengubur semua ingatan buruknya, dan berperang dengan ketakutannya sendiri. Laki-laki ini pasti tahu. Jadi tidak mungkin dia sampai punya perasaan ke Aya, bahkan berniat menikahnya. Ini jelas-jelas diluar nalar. Aya tahu mereka teman SMA. Punya banyak ingatan yang bisa dijadikan bahan berdebat. Tapi, hubungan mereka bukan hubungan romantis yang penting untuk dikenang oleh otak dan hati. Jadi kenapa? Datang tiba-tiba di depannya begini. Di saat Aya sudah menjauh sejauh ini...

Malika harus terpaksa menerima desakan para warga untuk menikahi seorang pria asing yang di kenal sebagai preman di kampungnya yang suka membuat obat dan doyan tawuran.

The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones. By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him. She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death. And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years. For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came. She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive. The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together. As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” In the end, I still died in the aftershock. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents. But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”