Lyrois Recoil

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

In a realm of mortals, a monster stirred into existence. Initially adrift in purpose, the creature resolved to guard its progenitors, the girl who came before, he intended to defend and protect all of them. As times unfolded, the monster adeptly concealed itself behind the visage of a mortal, humanoid in nature, he easily donned the guise, the mask of a human being. Yet, fear not, for the tale did not conclude there. A young man's agonized wail pierced the nocturnal silence, a lament for all he lost, for all he wished to protect, challenging the heavenly realms and defying the very essence of existence. In his rebellion, the world recoiled, deeming him unworthy of breath, a rejection that ushered his drowning into oblivion. Amidst the struggle for survival, an otherworldly entity took notice. "Perhaps…? Let's test the fortitude of his will!" As the youth teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a voice resonated in his mind. [Notice: Legendary Skill Reincarnation Acquired!] [Reincarnation has been activated!] ... In a cosmos where gods, devils, humans, myths, and dreams converge into reality, the monster finds rebirth. Yet, navigating this new existence proved arduous, for the world demanded a toll for every breath he took and every moment of joy in it. And such a toll… it will be paid with his life once more. Will the human-masked monster triumph… Or will he fall just like a hundred times before? Let me see an end to it, but now… will you join me, Mortal!? ----------------------------------- Chapter Length: 1700-2400 words. The Mc is a kind of psychopath who wore a mask throughout his life, but I would not easily condemn him as neither good nor evil. (And before you ask. Yes, the MC is kind of a yandere as well.) There will be a harem, but much later or until I start liking another girl character. There is some dark stuff, be it burning flesh, dissecting, blood, extreme agony... Or whatever else, I just want to say if you don't like it be prepared that they are not uncommon here since the MC will show the monster everyone told him to be. A question that arose... When does someone become a monster, do you know? I don't know the specifics either, let's find out... That's it have a nice read, my fellow humans. ;)

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

Synopsis: In a world where magic and wonder intertwine, Strawberry Shortcake awakens in an enchanted land, her previous life a distant memory. With a heart full of sweetness and hands that can conjure candy-based miracles, she begins a journey through a magical forest, forging unlikely alliances and discovering her extraordinary powers. Yet, as she strives to bring light to a realm overshadowed by dark sorcery, a shadow from her past lingers, haunting her every step. Strawberry’s new life seems perfect, but why does she recoil at the sight of blood? What unspeakable act from her past causes her to shun the very idea of killing, even when faced with dire threats? As she builds her kingdom and gains the trust of powerful allies, her dark secret remains locked away, a constant reminder of her inner torment. Will Strawberry conquer her fears and embrace her destiny, or will her hidden past unravel the sweetness she’s fought so hard to create? Is it possible to truly escape the shadows of our past, or are they destined to shape our future?

At the age of twelve, after Yuexin accidentally fell into the pond while feeding the fish, she learned one thing. Her parents were not her biological parents, and her five older brothers were also not her biological siblings. She was a fake daughter of the Shen family! Destined to lose everything she had, Yuexin directly... laid down. If she was doomed to lose everything, why not enjoy life while she still could? "Brother, is managing a company fun? Let me try," Yuexin asked. She wanted to give it a shot while she was still a daughter of the Shen family. She wouldn't have an opportunity like this in the future. "Brother, is acting fun? Let me try." What? Could someone earn money by acting as a dead person? She had to hold this job down! "Brother, is this gun real? Let me play with it." The gun wasn't too bad, but the recoil force was too strong. She needed to try a smaller gun next time. "Brother, will your professor get mad if I go to your research center?" The professor was so handsome! "Brother, this medicine smells good. Let me try..." It's delicious! However, her head felt a little itchy. Was her brain growing in size? On the day the real daughter returned, Yuexin's five older brothers defended her. "Yue, can we keep her? She isn't particularly bright. It's dangerous for her to be out there on her own." The real daughter sneered. She really is a cunning woman. Later, she realized that Yuexin really wasn't that bright at all! Forget it. She can stay...

"You can't let her live, she can create more hybrids." Silas nods at him "I know."Silas answered, and I flinched. My entire body recoiled. His Jaw tightened. Hands trembling, I scuttled backwards for the door, unable to look away from the glaze of hurt on his face. "I'm sorry," I whisper and I wasn't sure why I was even apologising. I turned around, blindly staggering out the door into the cold. Picking up my foot, I started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me. He wanted to kill me, a ragged sob left me. Running further into the trees, everything that happened between us was forgotten....... There was no warning, no sound, nothing. An arm circle around my waist catching me, I shrieked as my feet slipped out from under me. My feet dangle in the air. I knew who it was before he even spoke. Rage feels all this because of who I was. I punched at his back as he throws us into the snow. "Don't ever run from us." He growled, yanking my hair back. His eyes were fully black and fangs out, then he struck. His two fangs ripping into my skin, pain lanced my neck, causing my entire body to jerk. The burn travelled all the way through my body, this was a different feeling from him feeding. I couldn't move, I was paralysed in his arm. I felt warm liquid entering my body, I shook as it mixed with my blood. I could feel him in my entire system, everything changed. The intense hurting became something else, something overwhelming in an entirely different way. A new ache flared inside me, heating my blood until it felt like every part of me was filling with molten lava. He wasn't killing me, he was marking me The world where humans have been gone for years. Were werewolves, witches and demons rules. Lyanna snow was found in the woods by a farmer, taking the little girl back to his village with shock. How a human come to find herself in their woods. Deciding to let her live her life with them, one human in the midst of werewolves. King Silas has ruled over the witches, demons and werewolves for hundreds of years as the last of the Lycan. For years the same nightmare has hunted his sleep, the moon goddess calls for him, warning him. He sees the world he fought for turning into nothing but ashes at the hands of a woman. King Silas goes on the hunt for the witch, town to town not leaving any stone unturned. *Warning* 18+

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again? “Truth is…” He began to speak in a low voice and she strained her ears but all she could hear was her heartbeat. “I hate when you touch me because I like it so much.” Her eyes widened in surprise and he leaned even closer before continuing to speak. “I also hate the way you smell…” she could hear him inhale her scent “You smell delicious. And I hate your hair because it’s tempting. I want to run my fingers through it, pull it gently while I taste your lips and bite your neck.” Angelica suddenly felt like there was no air left in the room. “Your touch makes me unable to resist doing those things and all the other things I want to do to you.” “Oth...other things.” She breathed not realizing she was thinking loudly. One side of his lips curved into a smile. “Imagine all the things a man would want to do to you. I want to do those things and much more.” He leaned closer bringing his lips next to her ear. “Because I am no man. I am a beast. A hungry one. So unless you want me to bite you, refrain from touching me.” **************** A woman alone in a man’s world. In a time and place where it’s difficult for a woman to live alone, protect and provide for herself, Angelica must find a provider and a protector after her father is accused of being a traitor and executed by the king. Now known as a traitor's daughter, she must survive in a cruel world ruled by men, and in order to do so she ends up seeking protection in a man feared by everyone. A man with many scars. Both physically and mentally. A man punished for his pride. Rayven is a man with many scars. They cover his face and punish his soul. He can never show himself without people recoiling at the sight of him. Except for one woman who willingly comes knocking on his door. Is she an additional punishment sent to him, or will she be his salvation?

For six years, gorgeous Ama Temil has been in love with him who won't pay her any attention, the billionaire doctor, Pierre Fitzgerald. Finally, she makes up her mind, seeing as he still ignores her. However, when she leaves, the doctor realizes just how vital the Nigerian beauty was to him and seeks her out. Two hearts; one tired for the wait, while the other, hit by reality. A man who finally opens his eyes because of their age gaps. A woman who has had enough hope, knowing age is just a number. In the sea of emotions, who will give in first? ----------------- [EXCERPT] ‘ Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!’ The hoe in me spoke up to kiss him. This made my chocolate nose twitch. I slowly got up to reach him, but my knees were already numb that it caused me to crash on his thigh, covered up with his white robe. Damnation! I'm so doomed. I raised my head to see those sharp-looking eyes staring at me in confusion. I felt something touching my cheeks. I think my cheeks are not on his thigh but his... Oh my goodness. I screamed inside of my head. I tug myself up in recoil. "I'm so sorry!" I'm so dead! My legs are still numb. I was about to stumble because of my numb knees but anxiously grabbed on his robe for support. He held me up. He was looking perplexed. "Ama, " his voice, hoarse, making it sound sexy. "You're still up?"

"You make me feel...you make me feel.." he roamed around the gym in sheer desperation, hands tucked into his hair, tugging at the roots wildly. "What?" I asked nervously but soon regretted it. His angry eyes pinned me against the wall. Suddenly charging at me, he spun me round, my front pressing firmly against the wall, his hard stoned body crushed hard against mine. I sucked in a sharp breath, a shiver rolling down my spine. "Can you feel this?" He whispered fiercely, making me quiver as he performed a desperate grind of his hard groin against my bottom. His hands dropping to roam my body, heavy and desperate. "Yes." I replied, my voice barely a whisper. My skin reacting to his touch and my heart hammering against my chest in a way I would never understand. "This is what you do to me. You're doing something to my insides, Genesis. You're making me deal with stuffs I do not want to deal with. You're fucking with my thoughts. You're stealing something from me. I'm beginning to trust you too damn much. You're scaring me and I want you to fucking stop. Now. This second." Abruptly, he recoiled. I thought he was done. I thought he would leave. Then, he screamed. An earthy growl, husky with anger, vibrating the walls of the entire gym room. "What do you want from me?" ~ Genesis Reeds, a plain, average 18 year old college girl with a top of the class reputation. Innocent and pure, she arrives college for the first time hoping to play by the same rules she had followed throughout her life-zero boys and abide strictly by the pages of her notebooks. However, her plans are instantly shattered when a certain arrogant, self centered, college, final year badboy with ink and piercings otherwise known as Dario Campbell crashes into her world unexpectedly. A disastrous encounter leads to a burning hatred between the two. Closer to his best friend, Keegan Scott, a whirlwind romance shoots up until one passionate night of lust changes everything.

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— "Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

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When her boyfriend is killed on the day of their date, Nancy recoils into a world of loneliness and despair. Her world is suddenly transformed when she encounters her night caller Nick, who holds a dark secret. Stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea, she must decide whether to mourn one or love the other.

"You're coming to my tent tonight." One. And you can't tell anyone where you're going. You'll undress. And you will wait for me. Penny recoiled with a start. She stared at the High Inquisitor in disbelief, looking for signs of falsehood in his face. "They say that fallen angels are like poison. I will take this poison and make my antidote out of it. I will feed my passion with you, and it will subside. If you refuse, I'll feed you to demons or leave you to vampires. If you try to escape, I'll punish you," the High Inquisitor said, making no attempt to touch Penny again. "Nod if you understand. Watch out! Very hot :)

In the small, picturesque town of Everwood, where secrets linger beneath the moonlit forest, Claire, a spirited bookstore owner, finds herself drawn to the enigmatic newcomer, Ethan. Unbeknownst to Claire, Ethan harbours a dark secret—he's a werewolf, cursed to transform under the full moon. As their paths intertwine, Claire discovers Ethan's true nature, but instead of recoiling in fear, she's intrigued. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, their connection deepens, igniting a passionate romance. But their love is tested when a rogue pack threatens the town, and Ethan is torn between his loyalty to his pack and his desire to protect Claire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Claire must decide if she's willing to risk it all for love, even if it means embracing the supernatural world and facing the dangers that come with it. With the fate of Everwood hanging in the balance, Claire and Ethan must fight against all odds to protect their love and their home, guided by the light of the moon and the strength of their hearts.

Four kingdoms locked in a cycle of war and violence. A grave danger lurking in the shadows. And a dark power seeking to destroy them all. In a realm where violence reigns supreme, even the most righteous of men topple as power, rather than justice, determines the victor and the oppressed. Prince Gabriel, young and idealistic, recoils at the very thought of violence. He is torn between following his scholarly dreams and his inherited duty to become the general of the Accamanian Kingdom. Gabriel's journey is one of battles, betrayal, and blood, and through this, he will uncover a hidden danger. The threat from the east looms over the horizon and Ash's followers promise more sorrow and pain than the four kingdoms of Valandor could ever imagine. But Gabriel knows what's coming and he has a plan.

The Old World was the one with cars littering the streets and people holding smart phones as tightly as you now hold a weapon. The Old World was blue skies and rainbows. The Old World wasn’t survival…. The New World is. Full of Undead Monsters and the apocalyptic recoil of constant natural disasters for years as humanity wilted like flowers starved of sunlight. Factions formed— resistance groups, fighting for surivival where they could on a chaotic globe. Some thrived, some were at war. Humans evolved, some far more than others… A Woman found herself at the height of human power. a King amongst men, as she wanted for as long as she could remember. But many conspired against her, and she found herself swapping her human crown for a much different one. and she wasn’t the only one….. **** I think you’ll have fun reading this one. The idea at base is just one of the betrayal zombie apocalypse prompts given by the Webnovel app but I added some twists! If you like TWD, Infamous, Prototype, Solo Leveling, WarHammer 40k and stuff of that nature I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.

MATURED CONTENTS "I am so sorry about that. She knew we were in a casual relationship. I didn't think she would do that." Lucas's feeble apology fell short as he tried to touch me, only to be met with my recoiling form. "Let's end it here. Whatever it is that we're doing, let's just end it all." I declared, my voice a mix of hurt and anger as I stormed away, leaving behind a shattered connection that had promised more than it could deliver. Aria and Lucas patted ways in college on bitter terms. Just as Aria believes she's moved on. Later, she meets Lucas again, reigniting a storm of lingering emotions. Can they navigate the echoes of their past and forge a new chapter, or are some heartstrings destined to stay entangled?

"Bang!" With a tremendous bang, a colossal magnesium lamp abruptly illuminated, its glaring white light dispersing the darkness in an instant, revealing everything in full view. Instinctively, Grace recoiled and shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught of intense light. "Next broadcast will commence in five minutes." A voice devoid of emotion echoed, its jarring sound reverberating within the narrow space. Grace blinked, coming to his senses. Though a faint buzzing continued in his ears, the chaotic glare at the edge of his vision gradually dissipated. ...What...is going on? After a few seconds, his eyes finally adjusted to the excessively bright light. He found himself in a room no larger than five square meters. Standing at its center, there was nothing beside him. The walls surrounding him were entirely transparent, with a bright red countdown revolving slowly around him on the glass.

Lilac, born with a silver mane that sets her apart from the norm, has always been an outcast in the Moon Claw territory. Her identity as the Alpha's intended mate only brings further sorrow, as her destined partner, Sigmund XII, recoils in horror upon seeing her. He flees, leaving her heartbroken and her existence shrouded in mystery. The story takes a fateful turn during Sigmund XII's wedding, a lavish affair that soon turns to disaster. The kingdom is suddenly plunged into chaos as attackers breach their realm, shattering the celebration and leaving death and destruction in their wake. The regal court transforms into a scene of horror, as nobles and commoners alike are forced to their knees by the brutal invaders, the ruthless-Black Wolves! Amidst the turmoil and chaos that has engulfed the Moon Claw territory, another unexpected arrival emerges, one that bears the Lycan crown’s seal and one that bears a big part of Lilac’s unfortunate past. A forgotten husband emerges, a savaged turned general and on a mission to save the Moon Claw from the invaders and to retake his wife.

n the desolate expanse of Xyloth-9, where the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of alien flora, a tremor resonated through the barren landscape. The ground cracked, revealing ancient fissures that whispered of eons-long slumber disturbed. Beneath the violet skies, a creature emerged from the depths of oblivion, his form small and unassuming against the cosmic backdrop. The creature's tentacled appendages unfurled as it rose from the fractured ground. Its ever-shifting exoskeleton emitted an otherworldly glow, reflecting the alien light of Xyloth-9. Its three eyes, orbs of cosmic malevolence, gleamed with an unholy awareness as it scoured its surroundings. With a deliberate and almost curious motion, the creature extended its tentacles, feeling the strange energies that permeated the desolation. The twisted flora that clung to the fractured ground seemed to recoil at its touch, as if disturbed by the malevolence that now walked among them. The creature moved through the desolate landscape, its tentacles brushing against the twisted foliage, and its exoskeleton pulsating with an ominous energy. It reached out to the fractured ground, feeling the ancient scars that marred the surface of Xyloth-9. The tremors beneath its appendages spoke of a planet that bore witness to untold upheaval. As the creature traversed the barren expanse, it encountered peculiar objects scattered across the desolation. Alien remnants of civilizations long forgotten

I want to write a cool synopsis, but as I'm not competent enough, here you go: In a distant world where no flora or fauna existed– in a world consumed by horrors, one young man survived. He fought and killed those horrors. The very creatures that destroyed the immense world and devoured every species in their sight couldn't defeat the young human that suddenly appeared one day. They were slaughtered, their flesh eaten and their blood drunken by the human. And in the end, the human made them all extinct. The world was left lifeless. The human who had memories of past lives wished to return to his own world and wished to free the one most dear to him from her prison aswell. So the human Dante, destroyed that wretched world and sacrificed it to warp through dimensions to go back– back to Earth. His powers got sealed in the process due to the recoil. Not lost, only diminuted. But on Earth, there was another surprise waiting for him. His moments on Earth were short as he was once more forced to another world, this time with countless others. But Dante wasn't fazed one bit. Watch as the man who had been reincarnated many times, one who had broken free of the limits of men, one who had embraced madness regains his former strength and goes even beyond. Witness as he finally breaks free of his "shackles"— of his curse. Witness him surpass his current and past lifetimes completely. Note: I'll try to maintain upload rate, and if I'm able to keep up with my schedule during some week, maybe I'll upload an extra chapter. (Due to my examinations being delayed, I have to continue studying and hence am unable to write more chapters for atleast 2 more months. Sry, and thank you bearing it till now.) Its my first time posting something that I'm writing and English is not my first language, so there will be spelling mistakes. Also, even though quite a few characters in the novel are Korean, I myself am not Korean. So, please forgive any discrepancies. Hope you enjoy.

In the twilight of their teenage years, two women, once bound in an inseparable bond of love, find themselves ensnared by a web of complexities. As the weight of their love grows heavy, one of them recoils, fearing the consequences of their relationship, leaving the other to wait patiently, her heart aching with a love that endures. Time passes, and the woman, scarred but unbroken, continues to wait, unaware that her long-lost love is soon to walk down the aisle with a man she adores. Yet, as the day of the wedding approaches, memories of their shared past resurface, painting a vivid tapestry of a love that was incomparable. The hesitant woman grapples with the realization that her past lover would not choose to make hasty decisions, fearing the consequences for both herself and her partner. However, her fiancé, sensing her indecision, assumes the role of a resolute leader, making decisions on her behalf. Torn between her lingering love for the woman from her teenage years and the stability offered by her fiancé, the soon-to-be bride is forced to confront her own indecisiveness. Will she break free from the constraints of her impending marriage to pursue the love she once shared with a woman, or will she embrace her new life with a man who seeks to be the father she never had? The destiny of their love hangs precariously in the balance as she wrestles with a choice that will shape her future forever.

Within the realms of the divine, where darkness weaves its intricate shades, the desolate god of Death, Thanatos, embarks upon an unexpected journey that defies the boundaries of his own existence. Assuming the guise of Tryton, a stoic and enigmatic wanderer, he stumbles upon the extraordinary Riona, a mortal bestowed with the rare divine gift of healing and preservation, earning her the title of Chosen One. Riona, an accomplished doctor guided by unwavering compassion, has dedicated her life to bringing solace to those on the brink of death. She challenges the immutable laws of mortality by defying fate and granting second chances to the desperate souls who cross her path. Her virtuous endeavors, however, catch the attention of Tryton, who is both bewitched by her magnanimity and tormented by the implications it has on his realm. Meanwhile, as their fateful encounter unfolds, Tryton finds himself torn between his duty to guide lost souls to the afterlife and his inexplicable yearning for Riona's embrace. The cold and impassive deity, burdened by the somber weight of his role, confronts the tumultuous clash between his nature and the feelings Riona unwittingly stirs within him. Yet, even as Thanatos observes in silence, he cannot deny the growing ember of affection burning within his heart. However, forces darker than Thanatos roam the divine realms. Hades, Thanatos' master and the formidable deities themselves, perceive Riona's actions as an affront to the delicate shade of life and death. They recoil at the audacity of a mere mortal who defies their sacred decrees. As their love begins to kindle, Tryton and Riona become entangled in a web spun by the gods themselves. With Hades and the divine pantheon plotting to eradicate Riona's defiance, the star-crossed lovers must navigate a treacherous battle that threatens to obliterate everything they hold dear. Their love becomes a beacon of hope in an unyielding realm of shadows, the catalyst for a rebellion against the tyrannical grasp of divinity. In a relentless pursuit to safeguard their love and challenge the very foundation of the divine order, Tryton and Riona journey through perilous trials and fiendish obstacles. They uncover hidden truths, long-forgotten prophecies, and the untapped power buried deep within their own souls. Together, they lead a rebellion against Hades and the gods, forever altering the delicate balance that governs the realms of mortal and immortal. Will Tryton and Riona's love defy the wrath of the deities and topple the merciless grip of divine destiny? Can they rewrite the ancient saga of life and death, ushering in a new era of compassion and understanding? In this enthralling tale of forbidden romance and daring rebellion, the rift between the divine and the mortal is shattered, forever changing the face of the cosmos. Love intertwines with destiny, forging an unbreakable bond that will be remembered throughout the ages. Prepare to embark upon an odyssey that explores the depths of sacrifice, courage, and the transformative power of true love as it transcends the boundaries of life and death

Cordelia Nightshade is a 23-year-old human girl who discovers the truth about her family and clan - they are not human. To love eternally, she has to die, to die she has to live and to live... she has to learn the difference between Myth and Truth - if there is any. As life would have it, the voices she's heard in her head since birth has a purpose far more sinister than just being annoying. When Cordelia meets the big, dark-haired Allan Maine, she turns the entire immortal world upside down - breaking all the rules and changing history as they know it. This is not what you expect from a love story - it is Certainly what you expect from a love story until you reach the darker side - where the reality clash with mythology. Where do you draw the line and how much is possible to endure? Excerpt: I gaze up and notice the colors lashing out of an angry paintbrush over the horizon. The knot in my stomach is a vivid notification, reminding me of being as irritated as the enflamed and ginger tints marking the sky. From where I’m sitting, the towering volcano in the distance looks lonely yet proud. I marvel at the magnitude of nature rendering the likes of me insignificant. I’m just a small biological mass cowering at the foot of a fire goddess; nothing special. The prickly patches of grass and barbed brushes under my naked legs recommend moving. I inspect the scrapes and welts around my hands and knees with renewed vigor. By the time I distinguish the human shape from the other obscure and creeping shadows, it was too late. A sense of annoyed inconvenience forces my head to look up at the person blocking my view. What I thought I’d see was a family member. What I see is two deep, gilded eyes set in the moon-pale skin topped with dark hair rivaling black lava. I feel every last nerve recoil into tiny prickly hairs, standing straight up. The view of the man in front of me is a complete opposite rendition to fire goddess I just venerated. He is an enormous portrait hauntingly hanging in mid-air. My mouth dries rapidly but the trio who live in my mind become rather loud and verbal: “Run!” and “Hit it!” and “Stay calm dearie, for your safety.” As so many times before in my life, I ignore them altogether. I do not own the image nor the story. I found the story really interesting, so that is why I want to share it with everyone. So that they can enjoy reading something fascinating.

“How can you do this to me?” She asked feeling a burning anger and hurt course through her body as she glared into his red eyes. “The same way you were hanging onto the arm of another man,” he replied back in a cool tone making her disbelief increase by the second. “You cannot force me to do what you want! Why are you even here? You didn’t seem to care about me before! I will do whatever I want to do and stay with whomever I want,” she yelled ranting out all her thoughts, the frustration and fury she had been suppressing inside her, bursting out in rivulets. This caused his expression to darken, his jaw set into a firm line and his red eyes seemingly gleam with a deathly threat that made her recoil for a second. She often forgot but the man standing in front of her was the manic villain that had killed people for reasons more insignificant than hers and of statues much higher than hers. Why couldn’t she just control her mouth for once? “I am not giving you an option here, either you come with me right now or we may leave after an hour when I am finished destroying the Duchy of Amias,” he said threatening her with his words. The tone that he had used had been a relaxed and languid one making Goosebumps rise on her skin. How could a man talk about destroying her home so easily? She remained silent and when she looked at him again she met his eyes and a smile came upon his lips at the amusing expression of horror that she had been sporting, “I tried resisting but these expressions of yours are too amusing for me to just let go of you yet. For the time being, you are mine, Veraya Amias.” ********** When Sophie woke up one day to find herself reborn as the sister of the main lead in her favorite novel she had been partly sad and partly happy for the old life that she lost and for the new one that she had found. Reborn as Lady Veraya Amias, a minor villainess in the book who ultimately dies soon she decides to do everything that she can to change that fate. She succeeds but just when she thought that life would be smooth sailing for her she attracts the attention of the main villain of the story, Duke Leynox Windsor and is caught up in his mayhem that would surely wipe her existence out too. She had therefore made a big mistake when she had jumped into the arms of this Villain whom she had mistaken for her boyfriend from the real world. It was only later that Veraya learnt about the truth but it was already too late, she had caught the eye of the one man that she shouldn’t have in the whole of the Empire of Aethel. She knew that in the book the Villain dies a tragic death but when faced with someone who looks so much like her boyfriend she felt sympathy for his character and decided to save him from that bad ending. Although she had made up her mind would that be possible? Could she perhaps change the storyline and save the villain and herself from him?

Ah, the Synopsis. An uncharacteristic box to be filled with words to better explain the story to a new reader. How I despise it. Extremely difficult to handle with a brain as inconsistent in retaining information as mine. Which is why I think I chose this approach. Something to get you to see more how the author sees things. If that makes sense? I believe i'm trying to make you better understand the artist before seeing the art. But you're here for the series information, not me. Ezekiel Leanne Is a 19 year old college student, part time convenience store worker. Hoping to be a Plumber in the future, his look into college is.. characteristic so to speak. He wakes up, goes to college for 7 hours, heads home to relax, then heads to work. Ezekiel is a very loud and passionate person when around others, and his personality is of the same caliber. Open and charming, loud and gutsy, and not afraid to do what's right. Having a large, extremely popular friend group, and overall being one of the kindest, and most hardworking guys in not just the construction department, but in the entirety of the school? Its hard for anybody to NOT know who he is. However, one day, 3 laptops are stolen from the school, and through a series of mishaps, horribly worded explanations of his side of the story, and some apparently thoroughly investigations, Ezekiel is framed for this. Fined 900$ for the stolen objects because he didn't return them (Obviously) and given detention for a single day, mostly so the teachers can yell at him for his horrendous transgressions. Though, the teachers don't show up. The halls become rowdy, and not rowdy in the sense everyone is chatty, but rowdy in the sense that everyone is screaming, crying, and banging into lockers, windows, and doors. Ezekiel storms out of the room, only to be met with the smell of blood, which instantly causes him to recoil, falling on his ass back into the room. Catching his breath and trying not to hurl, he holds his breath, storming back out. And next thing he knows, his arm has a giant chunk bite mark, bleeding profusely, and even a tooth stuck inside of it from the frantic yanking and smacking he gave the guy munching his arm. The man in question, now lifeless on the ground. He was panicking, and unsure of what to do. He took a deep breath, and popped in some Vyvanse. His ADHD medication. And.. strangely, he felt tired.. and a dark underlining feeling of.. intense hunger. His body rose, but he gave no effort in it. His body walked out the door, but he didn't will it. His body, knelt down to a corpse of a girl. Somebody he knew, his friend Celeste. But.. that thought faded away, as the first bite into her lifeless body began. It was dark outside when he regained consciousness. His body feeling faint, like the vague sense that something is there, though you cannot see, hear, or feel it. His thoughts blank and hard to condense into a single, genuine thought. His eyes darted around, by the little amounts they could, and it locked onto the now horribly disfigured pink hair girl on the ground, the one he had bitten. His mind raced, and finally, a thought formed. Followed by a word. "C-Celeste..?"