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SHINKEN NO KAKERA

—Los fragmentos del don no son un regalo divino… son la condena de un dios caído. En un mundo donde tres planos —el Celestial, el Infernal y el Terrenal— colisionan por el control de la Llave del Don, los fragmentos de ese poder supremo se han dispersado en los ojos de diez humanos elegidos. Ninguno sabe quiénes son los demás. Ninguno sabe por qué fueron elegidos. Pero los demonios sí. Kenji Hoshino, un joven cazador marcado por la desaparición de su hermano mayor, Edu, durante su expedición número 41, lidera su propio escuadrón dentro de un gremio lleno de secretos y alianzas dudosas. Cuando en la mazmorra conocida como Caverna Goru no Mitsudo, Kenji encuentra a un muchacho sin ojos. Kenji Hoshino no sabía lo que le esperaba. No sabía que aquella misión sería diferente. Que aquel muchacho sin ojos que encontraría bajo tierra cambiaría su destino. Y que, en sus ojos —en los ojos de todos ellos— descansaba el eco de un dios que alguna vez fue luz… y ahora solo ansiaba volver. —Kenji descubre una verdad que cambia por completo la guerra entre demonios y humanos: los demonios buscan extraer los ojos de los diez fragmentos para reconstruir la Llave y liberar al dios caído. Así inicia una carrera contra la oscuridad, una búsqueda a ciegas por los otros fragmentos, que ni el propio Kenji sabe si porta. Entre ruinas antiguas, ciudades encantadas y cavernas demoníacas plagadas de monstruos con nombre propio y especie única, se desenvuelve un conflicto ancestral donde las piezas ya estaban en movimiento mucho antes del nacimiento de los protagonistas. Porque en un mundo donde dioses caen, demonios conspiran y las mazmorras ocultan más que tesoros, incluso el fragmento más pequeño... puede destruirlo todo.
Eduardo_Ruiz15 · 433 Views

At the Edge of the Abyss

The continent of Terrazir is etched upon an endless sea, a land of hills that roll like waves, mountains that scrape the sky, and prairies that seem to stretch on forever. Here, the history of clans and kingdoms has been written with the blood of the innocent and the lament of the victors. Right at its heart, Zhailon rises, a kingdom of imposing walls and the home from which, it is said, the mightiest warriors are born. For many, to belong to Zhailon is a herald of power and ambition. For young Aiden, however, it was once simply his world, the place where his future as a distinguished student at the Eilhart Academy was just beginning to blossom. But one fateful night, everything changed. In a single, tragic confrontation, the world Aiden knew shattered into pieces. Condemned, his Svalthren blood a shadow that weighed heavier than any trial, he was cast into the desolate silence of the Hollow Bastion. Fifteen years passed there, and with them, hope vanished almost entirely. It was then, with the coronation of a new king, Veilon Thalmyr, that an unexpected order twisted his fate once more. Aiden was pulled from the darkness, not to find the freedom he longed for, but to be placed in the service of the King's new elite forces, under the gaze and command of the dangerous Angellon Norvel. Now, back in a world that recognizes him only as the ghost of a crime, Aiden finds himself on a path fraught with peril. Bound by a duty he did not choose, to a king he distrusts and a commander whose true motives are a mystery, the echoes of his past cry out for vengeance. But the future, uncertain and menacing, seems to demand that he become someone entirely different. Will Aiden allow himself to be consumed by the bitterness of all that was taken from him? Or can he find, amidst the rubble of his former life, the strength to face what comes, and perhaps, just perhaps, forge a new path? His journey unfolds... At the Edge of the Abyss.
Ren_GV · 4.5k Views

The Vampire's Luna

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** Luna is the Princess of the werewolf kingdom, trained to be ruthless and strong. At the Blood Moon Festival, she comes face to face with Damien Dragos, the vampire prince. The ancient fates mark them as mates. It is forbidden, it is impossible and yet the bond is undeniable. Will she betray her kind and surrender to Damien's dark seduction?
JoyceOrtsen · 111.7k Views