My Dungeons Are Popular - Chapter 127 - ou Can Make a Scene in the Heavenly Court, But You Cant Date!

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

He died a worthless death.An orphan mocked by his world, hated by all.Even on his death bed, mercy never found him.He was murdered in cold bloods. Drenched in his own pool of blood and with his eyes closed in death.Just when he thought his life was over.He reincarnated. into a fantasy world but as what?A DragonCreature of myth and the unknown. Transversing through the unknown world filled with magics and monsters.He who was nothing but an unfortunate orphan in his past life faces a second chance.Giving an opportunity to rewrite his fate. with malice still in his heart.Ma Feng walks the path of the unknown. but with challenges in his path.Through his research, Ma Feng realizes how deep this fantasy world is.His goal of returning back to his original world is being hindered by the abstract forces.His hopes of returning back with his newly acquired powers is being disrupted by the secrets of the unknown.In hopes of uncovering the secrets that would facilitate his return back to his original world.Ma Feng must locate the remnants of the Dragon species, uncovering the mysteries of Dragon Magics.Despite his determination to return. Fate has something in store for him.And the truth of his existence shall be revealed.This is the path of an OverlordThis was a time he Reincarnated as a Dragon!

When the sword awakens, its slept so long that it has forgotten everything but hunger. It is a weapon made to feast on death and blood, and the more bodies that it leaves in its wake, the stronger it gets. Bloodstained Blade is a fantasy gamelit, where the main character is the blade, and not the person wielding it. So, expect the wielder of the blade to die occasionally and be replaced with another man or monster as the Ebon Blade pursues its own goals no matter the cost. Expect: Daily updates, new powers and abilities, numbers to go up, violence, and revenge.

[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.