Wuxiaworld Novels Novels & Stories

My hands are twitching, my wolf is commanding me to bare out claws, to plunge lungs but I have to keep it at bay. “Ozar!” The dowager shrieks. She has been shrieking. However, it has gotten to the point where my ear buds cannot pretend like it doesn’t sense the voice. I am standing at the precipice of the garrsion’s towering citadel. From up here, the wind whips the flags of Orizon. Below, the world is cloaked in sand covered air. It curls and twists like a serpent, obscuring the vast expanse of my kingdom. Yet, to my keen eyes, a phalanx of warriors emerges from the ethereal veil.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

Xuanlu says as she sips her wine. Blake looks at her and shrugs, seeing no harm in telling her about himself and Claire. If anything, he hopes it deters her obsession with having him as her husband. “There is really not much to tell. Myself and my wife come from what is known as the Upper World.” Blake pauses and watches as Xuanlu chokes on her wine, hearing this news. “What? When? How?” “Stop. I went through this at Flowing Sword Sect. Just know that I’m able to travel between worlds with a formation. I was thinking of creating one here with your permission.” Blake thought it would be an ideal spot for traveling to and from the Small World and Empire City.

She had vanished as spoke, followed by the flying cat. Wu Xi possessed the ability to predict the future. About one hundred years ago, she had foreseen what would happen today. But she could only see part of the future because she was badly injured at the time. It begins with a teenager girl, coming to the Nine-Tower in the Habitat to study; she would change everything because she is both the savior and the destroyer.

And Nina didn't know why her chest was throbbing so violently, she also lost her attention to what she was reading and remembered her last conversation with Argus. But she also immediately erased the suspicion that started building her system and she would still trust Argus no matter what. Soleil's eyes dropped to the book on her lap, and her eyebrows met. "The Moon Goddess and the wolf." Soleil reads the title of the book she is reading. "I didn't know you were fond of that kind of genre, miss Nina." "And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?"

Zia searches the shelves one by one, and choose a book randomly with the title 'Absorption Aura'. 'Absorption Aura?' Vic read the title. It is not a combat technique, "there is no problem if it is a combat aura or any kind of aura that may harm their enemies, but it is not." Looking at her sister, "Sis, why absorption aura? And if you look closely, it's a very thin book, with only three pages. And it's written as incomplete." Vic asked. "I know, we can find the other chapters in the other cities, but it will take us a while because we have to prepare the travel expenses" Zia replied.

Even if she knows this world isn't a novel anymore, there's a possibility that Gior could be defeated too. But for some reason, Aesthelia has this feeling that Gior Frauzon was blessed by the deity itself. The demi-god also paid attention to him and wrote Gior's story in disguise as a novel. He will be lucky enough to survive and be safe. Aesthelia was so sure of it. According to Custos, the novel was written by a demi-god because she had transmigrated here.

} Wan asked sardonically. “Killing them is merely a necessity. I find no pleasure in what I am doing.” Wan took a second to open her mouth once again. {Hey, can I know what it’s like to be inside the book?} Malikul, who was searching for any communication device with the corpses around, halted his hand and looked up to the sky, where the blue-ish light flickered. Wan, the creator of the novel. He had the writer ability - which was the mystic ability that could drop anyone that he desired inside the book for the sake of the novel plot.

“The memories… Charlotte… Everything here…” He swallowed hard. “Was created by me.” Ria’s eyes widened. “Alpha Klein… Is he real?” She asked suddenly. Michael laughed bitterly. “I tried creating a werewolf world. A reborn world. Just as I did with you.” “Everything was moving smoothly. But then you stopped obeying me.” “Once the things I created stopped obeying me, everything began changing.” “And still… You never loved me.” His voice cracked. “You still didn’t.” He paused.

Chenzhou was a mid-sized merchant town three days south of the Tiancang mountain, and it looked exactly like what it was — a place where ordinary people lived ordinary lives without any of the elevated drama of cultivation sects. Lihua found it refreshing. The streets were busy with commerce and noise and the specific cheerful chaos of a market town doing its daily business. Nobody looked at her with the cautious respect of someone aware they were near a powerful cultivator. Nobody looked at Yijun at all except to note that he was tall and move around him. They were just two people walking through a market town.