Xianxia Novels & Stories

West had been the very person who was responsible for apprehending the rebel duo. The audience appeared very focused as if expecting something big to happen. Muxue Yan’s minions ranged from the lesser races such as demons and devils, human-looking guards with some demonic air about them, the fae that originated from the Xuancang mountains, half-celestials and celestials, as well as people like her who had some celestial blood but were however not celestials.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

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Xiao Chen, who heard that Xue Qiuyue would take another step, responded with a smile. It was true that it would be difficult for Xue Qiuyue, but Xiao Chen was confident that it would be no problem for Xue Qiuyue to ascend to the realm of Immortal King in the near future. However, he was concerned that Xue Qiuyue would now go to the western continent, which might not be stable yet despite the existence of the Xiao Empire. So, Xiao Chen tried to recall everything he had read about cultivation in ancient books. The more Xiao Chen remembered, the more books appeared in his mind's eye. There, Xiao Chen looked left and right and found a book that was suitable for Xue Qiuyue.

Yu Liang: Yes, this is the kind of world here, gaining enlightenment while eating instant noodles and listening to classical music. Xiao Yao was silenced at the system user's sarcasm, but she couldn't deny that it was indeed this kind of world, which were it because of the questionable character of many characters and the author's dark plot, it would be more of a cultivation of arts martial novel in a modern world, full of comedy and romance on all sides.

Sierra’s POV Immediately following their escape from class The air in the abandoned corridor was thick with dust and ghosts. Sunlight seeped weakly through high, cracked windows, cutting the gloom into thin, jagged lines across the stone floor. Sierra leaned against the wall, pulse still fluttering from too much—too much adrenaline, too much attention, too much Malick. Every breath seemed to echo in the hollow corridor, mingling with the faint scent of old ink, broken spells, and the sharp tang of shadow magic.

And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I heard you did the same to Camilla after her death. You really have a thing for throwing dead bodies into mass graves, don't you? It's something you haven't changed even after two lifetimes!" "Gigi, you… you've been reborn, too?" he asked shakily. "I should've seen you for what you were in my past life, Maurice—a worthless piece of trash," I snarled. Maurice's strength left him when he learned I'd also been reborn. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor.