Raw Manhwa Novels & Stories

Valerie notices wrath in the eyes of the crying lady in front of her and hears a familiar name, but before she has a chance to inquire about what is going on and about the name that the crying lady called her, the scene of her dream changes once again. “I know that's you, My Empress, but I'll have to wait a bit longer to have you here completely.” The familiar voice of the man told her but she hasn't seen the man's face since she can't turn around and she's facing a field full of gorgeous flowers that sparkle in the light and sway in the breeze. She was embraced from behind by an arm that rested its forehead on the back of her head “Please don't stray out of my sight again, Zhilux, because I

I wasn't in the mood, so I didn't eat well, my original purpose was to attract the attention of those predatory wolves. And, it worked, but disappointingly I don't realize where the other person is, I can only feel a strong energy around here, not only that but more. Normally, just someone looking at you from behind, that feeling, you know. What makes me more certain is the “MANA” which especially happens to werewolves who frequently abuse magic. Quite similar to Arina, she also occasionally overflows with MANA, the difference here is the illness. Arina has no control over it,, and usually, she will fall asleep for more than a few weeks.

' Ritian scolded himself, 'I don't plan running around in this mess. He doesn't know the place he is currently in. Ritian don't even remember coming to this place. The only thing he could verify right now is that, he's not dead. And this place is no heaven. "Hey!" Ritian called him, "What's your name?" The man swam to his direction. His muscles flexed as he pushed on the ground and hefted himself up with ease. "I'm Wenren. I'm a martial hero." 'It's official.' Ritian thought, 'Looks like I really lost my marbles.'

His hands were veined, like someone who often spends his mornings or evenings at the gym. Her jaw was very firm, giving a masculine impression to his small face. His nose was sharp, his gaze was sharp and deep. The look in his eyes really looked familiar. The ash gray mane complements the look that looks amazing at that time, making anyone who sees it will think that he is a Japanese manga character who has been brought into the real world with the help of the Gods. This man is not human. Everyone will label him with a sentence like that. Realizing that Malia noticed such detail, the man immediately gave a sweet smile. Malia blinked quickly. Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attentio

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.