revue of souls

Many aeons ago, in a land filled with riches and abundance, where peace reigned unhindered by anything, lived a kind called A'Khina. The realm was painted with lush greenery, its meadows were filled with blooming colours, and its sun was just warm enough so everything could grow and thrive. Seasons changed, and a new ruler rose, determined to bring change into the realm and show her people that there was so much that they hadn't seen or experienced. She broke the sacred law that had kept her kind safe for such a long time and allowed for the very first entry into their realm to one other kind. One man from a realm filled with abundance brought with him sparkling stones and precious metals, which began to ornate the Queen's Palace and the homes of the A'khina. The man was a merchant, one of the lowest of his guild, and his name was N'gatarkan. Time passed, and the man was allowed entry once every season to bring in his precious stones in exchange for grains and food. He slowly began to earn their trust, and with each visit, he found out more about the realm, and the more found he began coveting the power that made that realm so special. Many seasons passed, and he began planning and scheming an uprise and taking the power that he wanted for himself, and with it, the demise of an entire kind began, and he became the first of his kind. Aeons passed once more, and peace reigned in the realm until one day, the power he had coveted for himself, others wanted it just like he did. And a silent war began between what they called the First One and the powerful entities that desired to wield that power. To save his people and himself, he returned to his roots and bargained his precious life and the power he held in exchange for the safety of his kind, the sithrians. Until one day, when a girl was born unlike any other of her kind, with her white hair and sparkling emerald green eyes that held the promise of change but also led to her kind's demise once more. And thus our story begins.....

Two souls from different worlds met in a weird twist of fate. An antisocial male mechanic walks the path of solitude while aiming to become the top designer of giant robots of mass destruction, Doppels. However, the jealousy of his surroundings caused an unfortunate "accident," leading him to the brink of death. An evil female cultivator sets out on a path of revenge after getting betrayed by the whole world. However, she was given a chance to redo her life once again from the moment she started her journey. Both souls wandered around a pure white space and met a mysterious system before entering their bodies... But the wrong one?! Female cultivator in the mechanic's body: "Where did my cultivation go?!" Male mechanic in the cultivator's body: "Where did these melons come from?!" Follow the unfortunate love (?) story of the two, who were literally worlds apart, as it unfolds!

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

In a world where power within a game is used to solve crises in a country. Find out what our players will do to survive in this world, where they care about their level and equipment. --------- The story begins when the young Liu Yang turns sixteen and has his initiation to start playing a game called Project: Unknown. Due to an accident while he completed a quest, Liu Yang got a mysterious chest, and after discovering that it belonged to a master of souls. Liu Yang embarks on the journey to becoming the next master of souls. Follow the adventures of Liu Yang as he talks and helps those who have died, but have not left this world. This is the tale about the one who has the power to see and talk to souls. This is The Tale of Souls. -------------------- Cover created by MikeWe - https://forum.webnovel.com/d/27252-free-covers-for-your-books --------------------

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Alternate Name: The God Of Souls System! Surrounded by terrifying Gods Deus stood his ground, even with all their tricks and underhanded means they were still killed by his hands! The shackles of a powerful barrier held him but his power was still unfathomable! Sadly, he has to die at the hands of his former rival and friend, who attacked and killed him when he was at his weakest! Chill up! Things are still going according to plan. Deus knew that he would die one day worse still, at the hands of his crafty, two-faced friend who betrayed him in the past. But that was it... He is dead, but his vow to kill Zeus still lives on... All hope is not lost, he left a package for his reincarnated self in the near future, along with a mission to kill Zeus, the Emperor of the Upper realm Million of years later... A gangster and bastard from the Maxwell Family, with an unknown heart disease, discovers a shocking secret... He, Leon Maxwell is the reincarnation of a powerful God by the name, Deus Anima... ┏━━━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━━━┓ Congratulations, Leon Maxwell my reincarnated self, the Soul Merging process has been completed. You've obtained a legacy from the God Of Souls, Deus Anima... THE GOD OF SOULS SYSTEM ┗━━━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━━━┛ 'What?! I'm the reincarnation of the God Of Souls?! ' ***** With this System, Leon would cave his path to power... Even after getting reincarnated his anger has not been quenched and his thirst for revenge has risen even more... "Wait for me, Zeus. I'm coming for your head!" ***** Join our discord server.... https://discord.com/invite/dyhAPQhnsy

This book is silver tier winner of webnovel contest WFP #21 Under "angels and demons series". A demon met an angel in a club accidentally and saved her life. From then the angel sticks with him no matter what. She put every effort to make him fall for her. But did they fell in love coincidentally or is it the fate repeating itself again. Come and join the journey of Asbeel, the first fallen angel and now demon the prince of hell and his half-angel. And see how they fight with heaven to live their forbidden love. Excerpt- "Abigail" A gut wrenching cry shook heaven and earth. An angel was flying towards heaven. His blood shot eyes have so much grief that even angel bowed his head. But the creator was standing there unperturbed. "Why Father, why did you kill Abigail." He asked with so much remorse that blood started seeping out of his eyes. "You were a watcher, yet you led astray the whole Grigori of watchers by falling for the daughters of men. " God asked back, the voice was calm and collected but the swirling storm behind him is a clear indication of his anger towards his own creation. "But I love her father." He begged, pleaded for the life of his lover whose eyes has turned hollow. Those eyes who had kept him spellbound. More blood fell from his eyes. "An angel can't love a human, it's forbidden and you know that." His father rebuked. He was annoyed at the folly of his child. "But we all are your child father, if you want to punish, then punish me. Let her live." If one has to go, then let him be the one. He hugged the soulless body as if he wants to be one with her. His father smirked, "you, my child, has got the worse retribution for your sin" He looked at his father, uncertain what other things he had planned. "She died an easy death, but you, you will live alone an immortal life feeling the pain to be the reason for your beloved dead." The creator explained his innocent child. "Just because she is a human," he asked the obvious can't believe that God can be so cruel to his own creations. "Then let him be the angel." He declared. Growing his nails, he stabbed himself without an ounce of hesitation. His hand encompasses bright light energy and inflict it in his lover's body. The soulless body took a deep breath and her cheeks turned rosy again, the lifeless eyes fluttered and he smiled. He caressed her cheeks and took her fallen strand of hair in his hand, putting it back behind her ears. He looked at the stunned face of his father and smiled. Just then he fell from heaven, losing all the energy his body had, and died. But the good was beyond control. His creation has disgraced his gift. But he can't take the power the fallen angel has gifted to his beloved. "Throw her back to earth before she wakes up. She would never be accepted as angel here." With that he vanished in the air. After 100 centuries.

The Lord of Death is dead and the Abyss is in turmoil. While its most powerful denizens vie for control over Death’s seat, a young reaper named Morgana sees a golden opportunity. She hatches a plan to rise above the ranks of Death’s former servants and travels to the mortal plane in search of the perfect soul to become her accomplice. Leonardo Dante, the world’s greatest game developer, is dying tonight. As a young man he sold his soul to Death for more time to chase his dream. But as the sun sets on his life for the final time, he meets a strange teenage girl who offers him a choice; be reaped by her and join countless lost souls in the Abyss or help her bring order to Death’s domain by duping foolish mortals called gamers into selling their souls to her. Despite being conflicted by this fiendish request, Leo’s desire to finish his dream outweighs any guilty conscience, and so the pair forms a strange new partnership. Together they set out to create the ultimate gaming experience! RELEASE SCHEDULE: Daily Chapter releases at 9 - 10 PM GMT+8 Participating in the Webnovel #Spirity Awards for Spring 2020 -- so if you like the book so far, please don't forget to vote stones. Want to read more of my works? Check out THE FOOLHARDIES (ML-Fantasy) only on Webnovel. NEW COVER by OKAZE_ARTS - Sean Lumiano. Check him out on Instagram! Follow me on Twitter "@WhoisGDCruz" for updates on Game Master of Souls and Foolhardies.

"I'm mesmerized by her fire, even if it is I who burns in it" Small town girl Zara is a bookworm and a student who aces every exam. She is unaware of the fact that she is an Oneiro, one to occur in centuries. She can see the dreams of both angels and demons, know their deepest desires and greatest fears. But, this blessing is a curse in disguise. Unbeknownst to her, this ability has put her in the middle of a war between heaven and hell. She is the key to find the most powerful celestial weapon ever. Heaven and hell have sent their best soldiers after her. On one hand, there is Ryan Jackson- the blue-eyed devil whose smile is enough to make her go week in the knees, and on the other, there is Jake Turner- the charming angel who is just what she needs. Before she knows, her life gets entangled in a complicated web of deceit, hurt, and love. What will she do when she learns about her power? What will she do when they break her heart and her will? How will a mere mortal stand against the might of heaven and wrath of hell? Excerpt: Ryan chuckled, “Then why are you opening up your secrets in front of the so-called bad boy?” When pleading and tears won’t help her she turned frustrated and vented out all her anger on him, “V was right. You don’t care about me. I bet, you didn’t even remember me for a second these past months. And here, despite her multiple warnings, I somehow felt you were different. I was a fool to think of you, to wait for you, to love-” Ryan’s eyes darkened at the unspoken words. She was taken by surprise when he walked up to her and lifted her in his arms. She hadn’t known what fire she had kindled by letting the unspoken words tear at him. “What did you just say?” Zara’s face turned beet red and she tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. The effort to keep his hands firmly planted on the table was visible on his face. “Complete your earlier sentence, Z” She faked an exasperated breath and completed her line, “I was a fool to think of you, to wait for you, to…to love this stupid dress.” Despite her anger and despite the harsh words, he smiled. Not just smiled but chuckled and broke into his pearly white smile that formed a dimple on his cheek. Zara sucked in a breath at seeing him smile and laugh- his smile that had the magical ability to take away all the pain from her body and heart. He asked breathlessly, “Is that what you were going to say?” (Cover is not mine, credit goes to the original creator)

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense." An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist. Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation. After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate. Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.