Dark_Scholars

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Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate 
much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods.
He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. 

But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top.

His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal.

To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain.
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Rule number two. Play with your hair….

Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears.

Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it.

The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. 

It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought.




Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou
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PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION#

#Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

As Xaloc walked under the shade of the night, an indescribable feeling soon crept into his heart and he suddenly missed Jamal…terribly.

They had walked in the forest following Xaloc for about Thirty minutes. The stars provided a dim light and Philip and Peter found themselves scratched by trees and bitten by insects too many times to count.

"Ouch!" After another scratch, Philip nudged Peter as they leapt across another tree.

Peter stopped and looked at his teammates who made some hand motions. Even though it was not official sign language, Peter still could translate it to, "Is this Young Lord mad, who hunts in the middle of the night? I can't even see what is in front of me."

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