Novels in Yaoi
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Some magic is taboo for a reason… the kind of magic that can be so dangerous and takes such an immense toll that it kills you the more you use it. But Feather has been handling the most lethal and forbidden of taboo magic for centuries, an unstable form magic known as the concept of anything. Which, as the name implies, lets him do absolutely anything he wants. Yet instead of seeking recognition for accomplishing the impossible, Feather spends all his time aimlessly wandering all the many pockets of the Udimeia, doing whatever silly things he pleases. He does whatever he wants, and only ever listens to himself. With his power, who could stop him? Luckily for the world, Feather has a hobby of helping people and causing mysterious miracles, a truly marvelous guy... if you ignore all the tricks, threats, and landmarks that have now been destroyed and wiped off the map. And, of course, he hasn’t died… permanently, at least. In another hand of cards, there is Cirrus Aixon, the crown prince of Lilino and future leader of the Central Domain Alliance. A man destined for greatness since the moment he was born, he's been prophesied to save the world and stop reality from breaking, but if he's honest, he'd never wanted that burden. He’d never asked for that role to be his. But he doesn't see any other options but to live by the oracle's words, with his lack of confidence and conviction being very ugly flaws. By the time he's sent on a wild goose chase on his grandmother's order and finds himself attempting to hunt down a miracle worker that no one is even certain exists, Cirrus is just trying to focus on what's expected of him, because the very last thing he wants to do is let people down.
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Ichinose tends the garden with dirt-stained hands and a heart heavy with secrets. Every flower he plants hides the truth he dares not speak—his forbidden hunger for his master, Asami. One touch, one lingering hand, one shared cigarette is enough to unravel him. Asami’s gaze cuts too deep, as though he already knows, as though he’s waiting for Ichinose to shatter. Caught between shame and desire, Ichinose can only ask himself: What breaks first— his silence, his resolve, or the man himself? “Our love has no name, but it marks me all the same. Unlabeled, unspoken… unavoidable.”
