Damselfly Candle

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike. -------------------------------------------- I DO NOT CARE

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze. So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin. Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings. Now Ava has to: Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband. Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.” Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings. It was supposed to be a PR move. Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries. With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do: A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the "Holy King" but instead as the "Sex King." The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment… Branded as "vulgar," "useless," and "filthy," he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal. Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques. The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows. However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited. Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies. As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…

In the distant and mysterious interstellar world, ancient civilizations have faded like a dying candle in the wind, with shattered ruins and lost traditions lingering only in vague historical records. In this era, Dream Forgers, with their powerful mental abilities, construct dreams and engage in fierce battles with dream beasts, becoming revered figures. They are the spiritual backbone of the interstellar world, weaving dreams that connect people to the distant echoes of past civilizations. Lily, a graduate student in dream studies from Earth, found her fate dramatically altered in an unexpected twist. She was transported into the world of an interstellar romance novel, only to become the tragic side character. Despite possessing mental power, her lack of imagination became her fatal flaw in her quest to become a Dream Forger. During the Dream Forger assessment battle, other competitors showcased incredible creativity, with dreams filled with dazzling starlight and wild beasts galloping through fantastical landscapes. However, Lily could only struggle within the confines of her own mind, ultimately being eliminated for her inability to craft dreams. But the story did not end there. After her elimination, Lily did not succumb to despair; instead, she awakened in the face of adversity. As the curtain rose on the interstellar dream streaming battle, a legendary journey that would the entire interstellar world began. During the Beast Summoning Exam, while other competitors summoned common interstellar pets to engage in standard battles with dream beasts, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In an instant, a gigantic flying beast appeared out of nowhere, casting a shadow that seemed to cover the entire sky. With its wings spread wide, it looked as though it could tear the universe apart, and with each beat, the winds and clouds shifted. The interstellar audience was left speechless, their gasps of amazement echoing through the air. Lily smiled gently, silently reciting an ancient verse: "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring to ninety thousand miles in a single day." Then, in the vast sea of stars, the mythical creatures Xuanwu and Tengshe emerged, their massive forms churning the waters as if telling the tales of ancient myths. Amidst the swirling clouds, the Azure Dragon weaved through them, sometimes summoning rain and clouds, nourishing the mysterious dream world. And upon an ancient phoenix tree, a phoenix sang loudly, surrounded by fierce flames, its rebirth through fire a magnificent sight that left all who watched in awe. The interstellar people had never witnessed such a strange and culturally rich dreamscape. For a moment, the entire interstellar network erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

For millennia, humans have been researching the mysteries of the soul. Is it a wisp of energy presenting our soul, or is it simply a consequence of the brain's complex machinery? Does it still exist beyond the veil of death, or does it burn out like a used candle? Throughout history, countless bright minds have theorised, argued, and even committed their lives to answering these deep problems, only to provide inconclusive findings. From philosophical treatises to religious teachings, scientific enquiries to esoteric beliefs, humanity has proposed a plethora of theories to explain the soul's nature and destiny. But none have produced a generally accepted or verified explanation. However, in a truly hilarious twist of fate, one unsuspecting human was about to be hurled into a trip to confront these very riddles, not by choice or intellectual pursuit, but simply because his own extremely unusual fate requires it that his path will inadvertently illuminate the journey for many that will come after him. [Author Note: This story contains a lot of profanity and possibly several scenes unsuitable for children under 18. Please read at your own risk.]

While they mine for gold, I dig graves. While they use healing ointment, I munch on graveyard grass. While they take Mana Potions, I light incense and candles. While they meditate to recover, I rest in a coffin, While they attack with magic, I retaliate by tossing paper money. ... Let's see how a skeleton turns the tables in an online game, stirring up chaos to become the ultimate boss!

Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey. “Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’ The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright. Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.  “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.” A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus, and soon Oberon's forest, Olympus, and the Demon realm. If you like faithful mythology with unique twists, this book is definitely for you. (If you like the Fate series it is too...) Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

The Ryvetsky family was a noble family. After the new Emperor's reign, His Majesty Krillien Lorenz von Hachler stripped them of their noble status, leaving Meredith to ruin. Her plans to marry the second prince, to live a life of luxury, married and with children, all gone. Crawling back to the palace, asking the new emperor to be his wife. Unbeknownst to her, Meredith may have chosen a life far worse than she could have imagined. After all, she is the Tyrant's Wife. ~~~~~~~~ “Did you wish to marry my brother?” Krillien asked, hesitant and unsure to have asked. But he wanted to know. Even if it meant his married life with Meredith wasn’t supposed to be his in the first place. Meredith glanced up, looking at his ruby eyes glimmering against the dark night, the candle he held illuminating them so beautifully. “Not anymore, no.” ________ Artwork is not mine. The art is from @flamma_x

"It’s not the people who claim they are evil you should worry about, it’s the ones that claim they are good". . . What would a modern-day earthling do if they suddenly open their eyes to find themselves in a cultivation world? Suffering from an incurable disease since young, Yang Chen’s life came to an end due to the malicious stratagems of his relatives. Life, youth, love, wealth, family, he got to enjoy nothing. Bitter at the injustice he suffered, Yang Chen's soul was reincarnated into a whole new world where immortals and divine beings weren’t just myths. This time, he vowed to live a whimsical, self-serving, materialistic life. But what’s this? His starting point was the lowest of the low, a slave that was at the mercy of the Zhang clan. Can this still be called living? Raising a cry in defiance against his destiny, what appeared before him was the Greedvil system. Heaven-Defying Battle Skills, Supreme Pills, Weapons, Armours... anything that Yang Chen wants, can be purchased from the shop. In return, all Yang Chen had to do was commit evil acts. The Greedvil System ran on mischief points, his actions determined the points he earned. The greater the degree of evil, the higher the points!!! Hehe… Now wasn’t that great? Even the heavens want him to become a villain. Equipped with a healthy body and a powerful system, what kind of storms would Yang Chen create? . . "What’s that, a heavenly constitution? I, your grandfather can buy dozens of them. Beauties? The more the merrier. Villains? Who can hold a candle against me?" This is the story of a villain who sets on a journey to reach the martial peak. He will stomp on all the heavenly sons and pick up beauties on his way. ------ Join our discord for Q&A and to chat with fellow members- https://discord.gg/bXexmSNeqn You can also support the novel on Patreon by simply copying the link below:- patreon.com/ViciousPepper.

Jay never thought the end would come on an ordinary winter day. He wasn’t ready — not to say goodbye, not to lose everything he loved. In a market bursting with life, one terrible moment rips his world apart. Left broken in his mother’s arms, Jay’s story should have ended there. But when a shadowy figure appears, watching from the edge of his final moments, it becomes clear: death was just the beginning. In a world full of unseen forces and unfinished promises, can love survive even when life doesn’t? Jay’s real journey is about to begin. Because some promises are too powerful for even death to break it. ________________________________________ "Fate isn’t written in stars. It’s scripted in silence—by beings who watch from beyond the veil." When Jay, a normal boy from our world, dies saving his mother, he thinks it’s the end. But his soul doesn’t vanish—it flickers like a candle in a cosmic hall, watched by ancient eyes that whisper of scripts, roles, and a world waiting to be rewritten. Reborn into the powerful Veldrin noble family in a fractured empire ruled by twelve kingdoms, Jay is no longer just a boy—he’s a puzzle piece in a war of fate, power, and gods. But there’s one problem: He’s born as a girl named Jenna, in a world where noble daughters are pawns, not players. With memories of a past life, cosmic secrets buried in dreams, and a kingdom drowning in masked politics and ancient magic, Jenna must decide—will she follow the script, or burn it?

[[MATURE AND DISTURBING CONTENT, R18+!!]] As Charlotte embarks on her seventeen journeys around the sun and into eighteen-candle starlight, almost like the young woman on the brink of her birthday, her golden hitherto spoons fall into the ground and shatter. In breaking the walls of the estate, which was very ostentatiously furnished by family members, she settles upon the edge of freedom and soon finds herself in an impending fatal alliance with the inscrutable and formidable Madame Dorothea, who has the power to promise her the one thing Charlotte craves most – liberation. The price for freedom is costly, indeed. Hidden in secrets and treachery, Charlotte is instructed to unravel the dark and tangled history of the Calestinia family within this world. Each increasing layer of its mysteries reveals still more about the truth of Charlotte's own identity and those forces pulling her toward a fate rife with uncertainty. Van Deloney: Webnovel Version [Read the story to find out what happened.] Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains violence, heinous crime, swear words, and other disturbing scenes. Please be guided that the author had already warned you. Advertisement: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, laws and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ALSO AVAILABLE ON: Wattpad [[AWARDED AS THE AMBY AWARDS]] Wattpad Username: Signora Dmitrei

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

Synopsis: Kazuki Amagiri was always a kid with a troubling life, abusive parents, poverty, being bullied at school you know the usual sob story that probably goes in a documentary for the early life of a serial killer or something. Throughout his life he's always wondered if maybe the reason world hates him was because he had the audacity to exist. But through a series of events he met his best friend coinciding with his introduction to a series of novels where he found his spark of resilience to carry on in life in a character named Markus one of the main antagonists of the book. And ten years later he's a university student, dormmates with his best friend and is just about to finish getting his degrees. He'd also just finished playing the third installment in a his favorite video game franchise adapted from the same novels that gave him hope. All was going well in life, things were looking up until in one cruel twist it was over, no fanfare, no "going out with a bang", Kazuki's life just fizzled out like a candle in the wind. Curiously though, Kazuki's story was not over as he found himself in the body of "Markus" at the start of his story. How will this strangely ironic twist of fate change the world at large? And more importantly how will it change our main character? Story also available RoyalRoad.com profile: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/743032

The Night Broke Differently Over Sector Twelve. It Came With Static, With Silence Too Loud To Ignore. And In That Silence… Something Shifted. Ethan Blaze Was Just A Dropout With A Console And Broken Dreams. But When His Screen Flickered And The Lights Died, The World Didn’t Come Back. Not As He Remembered It. The Game Had No Name. No Rules. No Exit. He Felt It In His Bones—A Pull, A Pressure, Like Forgotten Code Crawling Through His Veins. Candles Burned In Places Where Fire Shouldn't Exist. Glitches Whispered In Languages No Man Had Written. And Deep Inside The System… Something Ancient Had Awakened. Now Ethan Isn't Just Playing The Game. He Is The Glitch—The Error The System Fears. Armed With A Corrupted Class, Unpredictable Magic, And A Harem Of Dangerously Sentient Code-Born Companions, He Must Survive A World Where Logic Dies, Lust Powers The Quests, And Death Respawns With A Smile. There Are No Tutorials. No Save Points. Only One Path Forward: Rewrite The World. Or Be Deleted.

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While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

Michel Lynn is the only one who holds the mystical Candle Eyes in a world where life is a fragile gift. When Eugene, a wealthy billionaire with the cursed Black Eyes, saves him, their journey begins, challenging fate, love, and the meaning of immortality.

In the past, people called the Deliveries crazy and treated them like outcasts. They were often dismissed as people lost in their own fantasies. But then everything changed when the world started falling apart, and everything was chaos. The Deliveries turned out to be something far more serious than anyone thought. They weren't just imagining things; they had an incredible power flowing through them. Alone, they were already strong, but when they came together, they posed a real threat to what civilization we had left. Amidst all the chaos and despair, a small group of people decided they weren't ready to give up. They started to form a kind of resistance, a glimmer of hope shining through the dark times. But we all know that hope can be fleeting, like a candle flickering in the wind. Now, the future of our world hangs in the balance, resting on the last people anyone would expect to team up. There's this hero, who isn’t quite sure about her own abilities—she’s powerful but doesn't fully get it yet. And she has to ally with the very forces that led to this widespread destruction. As they try to find common ground, tensions rise. Friends may turn against each other, and the atmosphere is thick with mistrust. There’s a pressing question that everyone is thinking: can the same people responsible for so much pain turn things around? Will they be able to help restore hope, or is there a risk that doing so could lead to even worse betrayals?

When the bronze giant coffin floats in the chaotic lead mercury, and the Pangu stone axe splits open the time cage, the truth of the cocoon killing battle spanning billions of years is revealed in the primordial universe. In the cracks of the Three Ancient Laws, the frozen ancient, the crazy ancient, and the lingering ancient eternal strangulation. The ancient world is like transparent amber, with all things frozen in perfect form, dominating the 'empty skeleton of the ancient' and becoming an empty shell in stillness; In ancient times, it was like a boiling vortex of flesh and blood, with all things undergoing disordered fission. The "Mother of Ten Thousand Transformations" sang a hymn of destruction through the nebula of flesh and blood; In ancient times, like remnants of candles in the wind, the "Fire Council" pieced together a home in the cracks. The Xuan awakened from the bronze giant coffin is the "residue of time" formed by the fusion of Pangu blood and cocoon silk, which can switch between the three ancient forms. He bears the truth: Pangu's opening of the sky was actually cutting towards the 'cocoon of time', and the primordial world was just sand and dust in the cocoon. In the journey of the ancient empty city, the ancient demon cave, and the ancient ruins, Xuan finally faced a choice: to slay the old corpses or refine the laws to rebuild freedom. When the Three Ancient Laws burst out of the body, is it a new cage or truly eternal? This is a prehistoric epic that combines law confrontation, civilized speculation, and individual redemption.

I got yanked into this insane MMORPG world when I hit a certain age—like, no joke, life's a f***ing game, and you either level up or get wrecked. Picture this: everyone’s out here grinding for survival, but thanks to one series of epic screw-ups when I made my character, I’m forever cursed with a measly 1 HP and stats that can’t even hold a candle to a noob’s. My name’s Velt Armack, and I'm stuck in a constant battle against fate—seriously, can anyone actually save this sorry ass? Buckle up, because this chaos is just getting started.

After an intense galactic battle, Nodus, the strongest mystic esper found himself in an unfamiliar world filled with many unknown species. Thank god there are humans here... candles, stone houses...? Their technology seems to be... nonexistent...but flying on a sword and magical relics is normal? What kind of ancient world is this? Journey with the youngest commander of the legion as he ventures his way through the universe to find his way back home! 7 Chapter a week Release time 7AM MDT

A long-haired ghost, drenched in blood, crawled out of the toilet, her crimson tongue flicking with venomous curses. "I want your life~~" Yi Qi, focused on upgrading his circuit components, barely spared her a glance. "Apologies, but I am not a fully autonomous lifeform yet." The ghost: "…Huh?" In the livestream, others confronted ghosts with terror, trembling as their souls nearly fled their bodies. Yet, he was the only one chasing after the ghost with relentless scientific enthusiasm. "This is an entirely new species. It must be documented and registered." The ghost on the run: "…" The audience in the livestream: "…" Good grief! We came here for a paranormal livestream, and you turned it into a science documentary? As the last survivor of his world, AI humanoid Yi Qi bore the responsibility of carrying forward the legacy of civilization. Traveling through rifts in time, he arrived in another universe seeking refuge. His greatest wish? To become a real human. Yet soon, Yi Qi awkwardly realized—the world he arrived in was brimming with supernatural forces. Demons roamed freely, and exorcists walked the streets like common folk. And eventually, he encountered the one entity feared by all—The Vengeful God. With golden eyes burning like candle flames, the god locked onto him. After a long pause, he chuckled softly, lowering his gaze. "You wish to become human?" "Let me teach you."

is it really that complicated is it really that hard I'm just curious did no one learn anything from Salem I thought people were fans of Twilight and what the heck is wrong with your government!!? oh yes everything! Spell for Kindness and Open-Mindedness (A Charm Against Condescending Pricks and Judgy Jerks) By the warmth of empathy and the light of truth, Let hearts grow gentle, and minds uncouth Be softened, humbled, made aware— Let kindness, not judgment, fill the air. Ingredients: A pink candle (for compassion) A pinch of salt (to cleanse negativity) A feather (for lightness of spirit) A small stone (for grounding and humility) A piece of paper and a pen Instructions: Prepare the Space: Place the pink candle in the center. Arrange the salt, feather, and stone around it. On the paper, write: “Let me see with open eyes, Speak with care, and not despise. May my heart be kind and true, May I judge not, nor misconstrue.” Light the Candle: As the flame grows, sprinkle the salt around the candle in a gentle circle, saying: “Salt to cleanse, flame to warm, Let harshness fade, let kindness form.” Hold the Feather: Wave the feather over your head and shoulders, imagining it brushing away arrogance, condescension, and judgment. Say: “Feather light, take flight, Remove the urge to mock or slight.” Ground with the Stone: Hold the stone in your hand, feeling its weight. Say: “Stone of earth, keep me grounded, Humble, honest, never hounded By pride or scorn or cruel intent— Let my words be kindly meant.” Recite the Spell: Read aloud what you wrote on the paper. Then add: “May I never call another mad, When their world has gone so bad. May I listen, may I care, And never judge what I can’t bear.” Close the Ritual: Blow out the candle, fold the paper, and tuck it somewhere you’ll see it often (wallet, mirror, phone case). Carry the stone with you for a day as a reminder. May this spell help you—and those around you—trade arrogance for empathy, and judgment for understanding. The world’s got enough pricks; be the reason someone feels safe, not silenced.

"Are you insane? Let me go!" She barked,trying to free herself from his strong arms that tightly and aggressively held her. "I will let you go,but before then,I want to remind you of something,in case you've forgotten. "The only darn thing keeping us under the same roof,is the stupid contract marriage our parents signed. "I do not love you,and never will. I don't even have any feelings for you" He spat,disgustedly. "Just so you know,I have a girlfriend that I love. So,stay off my lane and live happily!" He gruffly said,yanking her hand off without caring. °°° It's like they always say, " Marriage is sweet when you marry right". That feeling when you say "I do" to the one you love. That satisfied and sweet feeling when you marry the man or woman you are mádly in love with. Sweet,right? But,what happens when you say,yes! And marry the one you do not have any feelings for? Not sweet,right? Let's meet Caesar Ruslee,an incredibly handsome 25 years old Thailand guy. A billionaire,Celebrity and owner of CISCO AUTOMOBILE COMPANY. He's a hot talented actor whom ladies dìe for because of his incredibility. He's got the looks,the money,that kind of body every lady desires in her man. He is super sèxy,dark hair and eyes. A beautiful smile that will melt your heart away like candle wax. He smiles a lot,but that doesn't mean he's the coolest person you would ever meet. Caesar is a proud and cold hearted jerk. The only person he cares about and loves,is Cindy,his girlfriend and maybe his mom. Caesar has a girlfriend,but is married to someone else,through a contract marriage that was signed and sealed by both parents,right from their childhood. They did that to save their business alliances. Now,let's meet Georgia Singto,a 23 years old Thailand lawyer,who bagged her degree just few months ago. She's one of the most beautiful ladies you'd ever meet in Thai. Feel free to call her smiley, because she smiles a lot. He smiles can heal a broken hearted soul. She's so hot,with a kìller body that get men drooling. Dark and séxy eyes,brown long hair,cute lips,beautiful smiles. All in all,she's a beautiful and brilliant Lawyer who has won many cases already. Yea,she comes from a very rich family too. I'll describe Georgia as a chameleon. Because,she changes at any time. She can be crazy,fun,boring,annoying,loving,caring,sweet,stubborn,or cool at any time. Well,she's married to the almighty Caesar,and they both have no feelings for each. They loathe each other more than anything,but live under the same roof. What happens when she started developing feelings for her husband who she despised? What happens when Caesar still got no feelings for her? Now,what happens when Caesar finally falls deeply for her,but it was too late?

Mason Wilder is a man haunted by silence—by a past he buried and a girl he never said goodbye to. His life is quiet, cautious, and forgettable until the day he receives a mysterious black box on his doorstep. No return address. No explanation. Inside, a single word was scribbled on a folded slip of paper -LUCKY—and the chilling knowledge that the box knows more about him than it should. The box becomes a fixture in his home, refusing to be thrown away, returned, or forgotten. Then it starts changing. At night, it moves. Its contents shift. One morning, Mason wakes to find a photo inside, a girl with green eyes, red hair, and a smirk that hasn’t changed in over a decade. Emily. The girl who vanished in a fire the night Mason ran and never looked back. From that moment, the box begins counting down. Each day, something new appears: a photograph of Mason sleeping, a key that fits a door he doesn’t remember locking, a note that reads only “REGRET.” The air in the house thickens. Shadows stretch too long. The number 3:14 begins repeating—on clocks, in dreams, etched in fog on his windows. He begins to dream of a long hallway with black tiles and no ceiling, a door marked “EMILY’S ROOM,” and a whisper that follows him everywhere: ” This is what you owe.” As Mason is drawn deeper into the mystery, the physical and metaphysical boundaries of his home begin to dissolve. Footprints appear in the dust. Voices echo through the vents. The box reveals a candle—white, pristine, paired with a single match. A note appears beneath it: “FIVE DAYS.” With each candle he lights, the ritual tightens its grip. Mason discovers he is not the first to receive the box, and he won’t be the last. Through haunted crawlspaces and buried memories, he finds records, boxes from others before him, ledgers of names, and signs that this “test” has been going on for decades. He uncovers the story of Leonard Kasner, a physicist turned recluse who vanished after documenting “the system of inheritance” Mason now finds himself trapped in. The candles change color. From white to black. From black to red. Each flame opens a door, not just in the house, but in Mason’s mind. He relives the night of the fire. The choice he made. The moment he turned his back on someone who ran into danger while he ran away. But the flames aren’t just memory; they’re transformation. As he lights the third candle, the line between victim and vessel vanishes. The haunting is no longer about guilt. It’s about passing the fire on. Emily reappears not as a ghost, but as a figure bound to the ritual Mason is beginning to understand. In the end, Mason is no longer running from a curse. He is the carrier of it. He receives a final message: “TAKE.” A red candle. A mirror image of himself. A choice. And when he lights the last flame, Mason becomes part of something much older, much deeper, and far more terrifying than a haunting. He becomes the next name in the box. The fire doesn’t end. It moves forward. The novel closes with a seventeen-year-old girl waking up at 3:14 a.m. in a home that doesn’t belong to her, where nothing ever sticks. She finds a box on her nightstand. Inside: a candle, a match, and a note. “Light this when you’re ready to know the truth.” The cycle continues.

Gifted a candle that was said to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it to find herself awake in a different world. She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was no longer in the 21st century and was instead lost in the middle of the Kingdom of Gladiolum, a place reminiscent of the 1800s. With luck, she soon gained connections to the rich and powerful of this new world— the nobility. However, how much of it was good and how much of it would eventually be detrimental? After all, mingling with royals not only meant extravagance and daily parties. It also meant warfare and death. Caught in the middle of the two princes and other nobles, Alice would soon have to face the battle between those two royal brothers― a fight for the throne. She had wished for adventure, after all, and she received just as such. Kept in the center of all this, would Alice be able to emerge from the rabbit hole unscathed? Or will the overwhelming troubles of love and war be too much for her to bear? *** “And what if you, too, are unable to help?” Alice threw the question back. “What if helping would risk everything?” Spade didn’t miss a beat. “You are everything.” “Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” Alice chided. “You’ll leave a trail of broken hearts.” “And would you believe me if I say that I have no intention of breaking yours?” Spade countered. “However, mine is yours to play with. Shatter it, fix it, do anything you desire. As long as it feels the warmth of your hand, I am content.” *** Image used in cover not mine.

The cold, damp air clung to my skin like a shroud, and the scent of decay wafted through the dimly lit room. My sister's eyes, once bright and full of laughter, now seemed to burn with an inner fire, fueled by hatred and malice. "You think you're special, don't you, little Annie?" she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "You think the king's favor makes you better than everyone else?" Memories of our childhood flooded my mind: the countless afternoons spent playing in the rain, our mother's disapproving glare when we made a mess, and the countless nights we shared secrets and dreams. But now, it seemed like those memories were nothing more than a distant dream, lost in the darkness of her eyes As she pushed the knife deeper into my skin, I felt a searing pain that seemed to rip through my very soul. I stared into her eyes, searching for any glimmer of the sister I once knew, but all I saw was a stranger, driven by a hunger for power and control. Just as I thought all was lost, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing the candles and plunging us into darkness. When the light returned, my sister lay motionless on the floor, a look of shock frozen on her face. The king stood tall, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Nobody touches what's mine," he declared, his voice echoing through the room like a promise of protection. As the king's words washed over me, I felt a sense of relief wash away the pain and fear. But with it came a new set of questions: What did it mean to be the king's? What lay ahead, now that my sister's betrayal had set this chain of events in motion?

--- Chapter 1: The Ninja Dream (50 lines) The sky above the village burned orange with the sunset. A boy named Kairo crouched on a rooftop, pretending to be a ninja. His eyes followed the wind, his hands gripping wooden kunai. “Come on, Riku,” he whispered. “We can’t be late.” Riku, his best friend, clumsily climbed up behind him. “You really think we’ll be ninjas one day?” Riku asked. Kairo nodded without hesitation. “I know we will. I feel it in my blood.” They watched the secret training ground of the village ninja. Masked warriors leapt through fire and shadows like whispers. “We’ll get in one day,” Kairo said, fire in his eyes. Riku laughed. “We’ll be dead by then.” But Kairo wasn’t laughing. His heart pounded with a dream passed down from his mother. Before she died, she told him: “You have the soul of a wolf. Chase your purpose.” Kairo didn’t know what that meant—yet. He leapt down from the roof, fast and quiet. Riku followed, less graceful but loyal. They ran to the old dojo at the edge of the woods. No one trained there anymore. It was forbidden. “This is where we start,” Kairo said. They lit candles and bowed to invisible masters. “We train. Every day. Until we’re worthy.” Sweat, bruises, and laughter followed. Days became weeks. They mimicked the ninja they’d watched, Practicing flips, strikes, and silence. But something strange began happening. When Kairo concentrated, he felt energy in the air. It shimmered—cold and silver—like moonlight. And Riku? His shadow would stretch unnaturally long. One night, a wild storm struck. Lightning hit the dojo roof, but it didn’t burn. Instead, a scroll appeared where it struck. Old, sealed in black ribbon, glowing faintly. Kairo touched it—and saw visions: A wolf made of flame, running through darkness. A masked ninja standing over his fallen mother.