Wizard Lord of Westeros - Chapter 97: Small Council of Domeric

Have you ever stared directly at the moon?A hundred years ago, the Blood Moon emerged.Mythical creatures descended from the lunar surface, bringing unimaginable slaughter upon humanity.In the brink of extinction, seven human legendary warriors awakened SSS-level talents, leading mankind in a desperate counterattack.The tide of war began to turn.The invaders from the moon were driven back, inch by inch.Now, in the final stage of this long war, victory is within humanity’s grasp.And you—A boy born on the eve of triumph—Are about to awaken your very own talent.But on the day of your awakening,you receive a mysterious notebook.Scrawled across its cover in bold letters:“Humanity will be completely wiped out in 10 years.”[Ding! Congratulations, host! You’ve obtained a UR-grade talent—Gain the talent of your killer upon death!]…UR-grade talent? What even is that?[Ding! Congratulations, host! You’ve obtained an SSS talent—Infinite Resurrection After Death!]You clench the notebook tightly in your hand.You know—

Having a rough life growing up, Wang Tong had numerous dreams of living a better life. However, his alcoholic foster father sells him off as a space settler of the distant planet Norton for some pocket change. Soon after his arrival, the Zergs overran the planet and obliterated its defenses in a matter of minutes. What awaited Tong on Norton was more than just an unbearable environment – its gravity alone was five-times stronger than earth – there were also swarms of bugs, constant hunger, thirst, and desolation.

While he lives a year of total carnage and survival, humanity’s Confederation eventually overcomes the Zergs on Norton and the powerful survivor Wang Tong is given a recommendation to a once famous, but now dying military academy where he begins his life anew.

Lachlan, once a victim of deceit and betrayal, wakes up to find himself back in his high school days, just before his life took a dark turn.With a newfound system that grants him immense knowledge and skills, Lachlan vows to change his fate and protect his love, Julius. As he navigates through old rivalries and new opportunities, will Lachlan succeed in rewriting his destiny and exposing those who wronged him?

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.