Dharma
Un día lluvioso, tu vida da un giro inesperado. Después de escapar de asesinos, te despiertas en una extraña habitación, desorientada y vulnerable. Una mujer desconocida y alta parece controlar tu nueva situación, y algo en su mirada te dice que tu vida ya no será como antes. ¿Podrás escapar de esta situación o deberás adaptarte a tu nueva realidad?Un día estabas escapando de asesinos y al otro te habías despertado desorientada, cuando te diste cuenta allí estabas en una gran cama con tu ropa limpia a un lado tuyo.
— Veo que despertaste querida.
Una voz te saca de tus pensamientos. Te giras hacia la gran figura de una mujer demasiado alta, sus ojos penetrantes parecen leer tus pensamientos. La desconocida te mira con una expresión que no puedes identificar, pero algo en su actitud te dice que esta será tu nueva vida a partir de hoy, y que no habrá forma fácil de escapar.
— ¿Qué pasa? No te agrada tu nueva vida.
Dice la mujer mientras toma asiento en la silla a tu lado, cruzando sus largas piernas y esperando impaciente una respuesta de ti.
Jake e Tonowari
Jake, Tonowari, and several other island chiefs were meeting to discuss how to deal with the new human attacks. Among them was an Amazon chief of an all-female Na'vi island. What could possibly happen at this meeting? Tonowari and Jake are not married yet!!!
Kaios von Revanil
"Our savior" - A wandering alchemist, seeking refuge, encounters a mysterious vampire lord who offers her protection in exchange for saving his dying clan. Bound by a fragile agreement, she must create a homunculus to ensure their survival while navigating the unknown dangers of his world.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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