Amber Sword - Chapter 423: Act 129 Reinforcements (Part 3)_2

Cain, a vampire Overgod, turns back time to escape a total annihilation, only to awaken back in time where he was bound by a marriage blood pact to three beautiful vampire sisters who share his power and slow his growth.To regain his peak strength and take revenge on the gods who ambushed him, he must escape the bond.He escaped an ambush by the highest gods. Escaping three vampire wives should be easy.But what if all three of his wives can hear all his thoughts? Can they contain this Overgod creature? Can an Overgod such as himself escape this romantic love affair?

“This world is built on lies. If you want to keep it alive, make sure none of them are exposed. They must never reach his ears.”As long as Shuu could remember, these words had governed his life.Abandoned at the grand temple and forsaken by the gods, Shuu grew up powerless in a world that valued nothing else. Survival was never guaranteed, especially for someone like him. Yet he had one talent-he could read fortunes, and he never got them wrong.His future was decided early. He would serve the temple until his debt was paid, then fade away.But during the Hero’s fortune reading, Shuu made a single mistake. One moment was enough to strip him of his place and throw him into exile-only to be taken in by the very Hero who caused it, a man whose presence turns Shuu’s life completely off course.And as Shuu is pulled deeper into the Hero’s path, he begins to realize that something about the Hero and his companions is deeply wrong-something he cannot yet name, but cannot ignore.__________Please leave a review. Also warning, will have Mpreg (around ch 70ish) . If it's not your cup of tea, just be careful

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste! Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!