Novel & Cerita Xuan Zhen

New World - 1 Month and 2 weeks and 3 days It’s been one day since I had visited the Great Phoenix Empire. This Empire has two great beauties that I want to f**k. First, The bitch name Liu Xiling is a famous Zither Fairy, a premium grade bitch I say. The other one is that damn wh**e called The Blood Princess Tian Xiulan. It’s too bad, she already has a husband, and her husband is also a cripple. Damn, I’m so envious of that cripple.

"Elder Yun, don't worry. I'm not that kind of person who doesn't know the limits..." Xuan Yu said arrogantly, but his eyes were constantly looking at Zephyr Khan and Lord Long Yun. Especially after seeing Zephyr Khan, the pair of eyes gradually began to become a little surprised. Xuan Yu was the descendant of Lord Meng Xuan, one of the four nine-star Elixir Grandmasters in the Alchemist Alliance. Naturally, he was qualified to see all kinds of alchemists. However, with his knowledge, he had never seen a monster as monstrous as Zephyr Khan.

水 1 200 ( 1 200 Oraclia) [A/N before anyone bashes me in the comments, I know that that character (Chinese word or "symbol") means shui (water). I wanted it to be the currency so for the sake of the book I'm using it as that. I feel connected to water and that's what I'm doing. If you feel disrespected in any shape or form I'll change it but for now deal with it as Oraclia]

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

I don't have a phone and right now, I have no way of communicating with Xavier. Should I open the door or not

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

His golden hair weaves with the golden light as he steps across the gleaming wooden floors. Before he reaches me, Zoe stops beside him and presses her palm across his chest, halting his movements. “Calm down, babe, he’s not here to fight with you.” Amused by Zoe’s command, I arch a brow and approach the couple. “Hello, Azazel. It’s a pleasure to see you, mate?” Azazel’s expression sours at my congenial tone. I’m sure he was expecting me to make a rude comment, which is why I choose to be affable.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

"Hello," Xavier muttered angry that he approached his sister like some stranger and not her big brother. Her eyes flashed with realization as her hold on her wineglass tightened, "I should have known your fiancée will sell me out even with her reassuring, I respect your decision phrase," Xavier's gaze flickered to Brian's form as he took in his overly gelled hair which made him think of a man striking poses in his briefs every morning. He won't want to mention names to avoid being kicked out of the table.

The trees part in smooth arcs, roots sinking away as a procession steps into Midnight’s territory. They look… ordinary. That’s what terrifies me. Five figures walk forward, humanoid in shape but indistinct at the edges, like reality hasn’t decided what to make of them yet. Their faces shift subtly when I try to focus—male, female, young, old—never settling. Observers. Outcome-eaters. The Crown hums low, not screaming, not fighting—bracing. One of them speaks, voice soft and layered. “Sovereign Liana of Midnight.”