Superstitious Nine Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The ninth command was already in their server logs, but Chapter 132 needed its physical mark before the water claimed the floor. ​I flipped the page of my notebook and wrote a single, definitive line before holding it up for the entire crew: ​We type until the paper floats. ​Julian looked at the text, his chest heaving as he grabbed his adjustment wrench to brace the carriage rail. "Act III is in the stone, Elara. Strike the keys."

Now Randell held in his arm the arms the 3rd item of the keepers, this book is the 3rd artifact among the nine. Finally, he found the page that he is looking for, without wasting any time he started reading what is written on it, chanting in the cold night. Cold breeze encircled him and flew all around him, chanting the words. All around him the ground trembles, as he continues chanting. After he finished chanting, everything became quiet. His surrounding became still. Not a single sound can be heard. Pockets of darkness forms all around him, in his surroundings. Up above, the Clouds forms and cover the stars, only the moon can be seen, thunder rumbles, and flashes of lightning hit the sky.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

By now, a yellow-robed Taoist caught up to them and asked loudly, "Who are you two? How dare you trespass on the Corpse Refinery Sect's forbidden ground! If you don't stop right now, don't blame me for being merciless!" Thanks to the dark of the night, that person couldn't get a clear look at Xiao Chen and Su Lianyue's faces. Xiao Chen ignored him and twirled his left fingers. In a flash, nine flames erupted on the hollow of his palm. These were the Nine Heaven-scorching Flames. The yellow-robed Taoist was shocked. He could instantly feel the terrifying might hidden in these flames. He yelled, "What are you trying to do?!"

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

😄 today's chapter is about the first meeting of Qilin and Chang'e. I really hope it's good and if you think it's a bit naive then You are right. That's what I am aiming! (*´∀`*) The newborn Chang'e is a bit naive so I want to show her that way. I hope this chapter satisfy you because I am going to add more chapter to my other novel for a while. (^_^;) see you in the next chapter! (#^.^#)

"So that's your name! Very well, open the ninth gate, Taotie, give me your power!" Long Chen raised his spear and opened the ninth gate, which had never been used before. And when the ninth gate opened, Long Chen could feel a very strong aura of destruction enveloping his body. And the more that aura entered Long Chen, the more he could feel a strong sense of hatred, to the point that he was almost affected by it.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

Seconds passed when an idea popped up like a light bulb was turned on. “Humayo’t bumalik!” I shouted. Then my hands started to glow. The two Manananggal looked at the direction where I am hiding. They might have heard me. I can already feel it. I can already feel my sword coming back! When the sword came back at me, I looked at them. Okay, let’s get this over with! End of Chapter 11