Spirit's Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water - Chapter 410: Reunions and Healing

In this world, awakening a class is extremely rare, especially for children born from a simple background.But most nobles were blessed with the gift of awakening a class at the age of nineteen while only about five percent of commoners would be awakening theirs.However, every single one of them had only one goal in mind, to join the elite warrior party in eradicating the threats of their kingdom.Members of the elite warrior party had fame, riches and everything else anyone could ever asked for, so Ray felt ecstatic when he had been invited to join the elite warriors party.At the age of nineteen, he was from a remote village and all he had ever wanted was nothing more than to go on adventures with his new party members.However, things didn’t work out as he had planned it to be.Not only did he lost his mother, sister and childhood friend, he had also been treated poorly by his team members who were eager to get rid of him at the slightest chance they had.In the end, Ray was used as a sacrifice for their own selfish interests and all he could do was watch as they crushed his skull to paste.But luckily, Ray somehow found himself back to the very day he had Awakened his powers.And now, with the knowledge of the future at the back of his mind, Ray vows to find out the root behind his party members’ actions.Of course, he intends to also cruelly repay each and every one of them for what they had done to him, while also protecting those he had failed to save in his previous life.=======[Void Magic], [Kingdom Building], [Heartwarming], [Dark], [Beast-taming], [Summons], [Action], [Level Up], [Conquer], [Second Chance].

Lin Shuang, just a bar waiter, started off by bullying a billionaire heiress. What to do? He was in such a panic! She investigated him every day.And there were hordes of rich rivals threatening him...If this continued, he genuinely feared his identity as the leader of the Netherworld Army would be exposed...

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

[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.