Cloak Clasp

A lone figure, draped in a cloak woven from the threads of possibility, extended a hand toward the void. Where fingers brushed the air, the fabric of reality trembled, bending to an unseen will. The fabrics rose and crumbled in an instant, space and time rewound their course, and stars flared into being before collapsing into nothingness. This was not magic, nor was it divine intervention—it was the will of the Beholder. The Beholder’s breath was steady, but their mind a storm. With every shift in reality, memories flickered in and out of existence. A name lost. A face forgotten. They had shaped worlds, rewritten destinies, but now, the price of power gnawed at the edges of their soul. From the distance, beyond the undulating horizon where time held no meaning, a presence stirred. A ripple of something greater—something ancient and watchful. A voice, neither spoken nor heard, resonated in the Beholder’s mind. *You meddle where none should tread. The Balance must be upheld.* The Beholder’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Balance is but an illusion,” they whispered, and with a mere thought, the sky shattered into a thousand reflections of possibility.

The Last Verse of Fate – A War Against Destiny Born of divine blood, Kai was created for one purpose—to bring the world to ruin. From the moment he opened his eyes, he knew his fate. A harbinger of destruction, a tool of the gods, bound to a prophecy that spoke of the world's end. But Kai was never one to obey. He despised the gods, seeing them as puppeteers cloaked in righteousness, wielding fate as a chain to control all existence. For centuries, he walked alone, his power unmatched, his path set in stone. Yet everything changed when he met her—a mortal girl, a warrior who stood against fate itself. She belonged to a hidden order sworn to prevent the apocalypse, though they only knew half the truth. They feared a monstrous demon, unaware that the true destroyer was the very man they would come to trust. As he fought beside her, something within Kai fractured. He, who had never known fear, now feared himself. Could he truly defy the destiny carved into his very soul? Was he nothing more than a weapon, or could he forge his own path? One man understood the weight of Kai’s burden—Alen, an ancient traveler who walked alongside him for twenty years, chronicling his tale in the Book of the Dark Prophecy. Alen believed fate was absolute, yet deep down, he prayed for change. In his dying breath, he entrusted Kai with a single belief: "You can break this fate." But in the end, the prophecy was fulfilled. The world was torn in half, billions erased in a moment. Burdened by guilt, Kai turned to the gods and pleaded: "I have carried out your will. Release me." Yet the gods, ever cruel, only laughed. "This is your fate. You will walk this world until time itself ends." Betrayed. Enraged. Defiant. Before the heavens, before the gods who dared to dictate his existence, Kai stood unyielding. His voice thundered across the divine realm: "I refuse your fate!" And so began his war against the gods—a battle to shatter destiny itself.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

17-year old Zanetor is thrust into an unfortunate incident. A man, cloaked in a thick overcoat steals his mother's soul as she lay in her death bed. Zanetor attempts to stop him but dies as a sudden explosion turns the hospital to rubble. The man leaves him with a task; To find him and retrieve his mother's soul before he got bored with it. Zanetor awakens in the Spirit Realm and now has to tread the path of a natural outcast as he navigates the complexities of different realms and learns the importance of strengthing bonds that deserve to last.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Kena Rae is an ordinary girl from a small town until a mysterious old woman curses her with a deadly fate: she has one month to find a prince’s kiss, or she’ll die. Whisked away to Velmoria—a magical world of golden cities, singing bridges, and fire birds—Kena clutches a photo of Justice Veldric, a cold and cruel prince she must convince to save her. With only her green cloak and a glowing stone for luck, she sets off, determined to live. Along the way, she meets Hope, a masked warrior who saves her from wolves and pledges to help. Together, they face wild dangers—dancing statues, laughing storms, and a dragon guarding Justice’s palace. Kena’s deadline looms as she confronts Justice, but his sneers and refusals crush her hope. Clues pile up—a magic mirror showing Hope, a whispering mountain hinting at love—and Kena learns a secret!

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

A Lazy man awakens in a vast, unfamiliar hall, surrounded by strangers who, like him, have no recollection of how they arrived. Panic spreads as the group struggles to make sense of their predicament. Among them, a charismatic leader named Arthur Francis emerges, urging order and cooperation. But Bernard remains distant, skeptical of both the people around him and the situation itself. As tensions rise, a cloaked figure wielding a scythe descends, delivering a chilling proclamation: Welcome to the Death Realm. The group soon learns that they are trapped in a world between life and death, forced to confront trials that will determine their fate. Some will prove their worth, others will succumb to despair, and secrets about their pasts—and the true nature of the Death Realm—will slowly unravel. With danger lurking at every turn, Bernard must decide whether to embrace Arthur’s leadership or forge his own path. But in a realm where trust is fleeting and survival is not guaranteed, one question haunts them all: Why were they chosen?

Madeline Rose had only ever worked in her father's local blacksmith shop and occasionally helped her mother at the farm. Her skin had become tanned from the hot sun, but despite all of this, she did not complain. Even though she didn't come from a wealthy home, she was content. However, her life turned upside down when she stumbled upon a darkness that refused to leave her alone. There was him, a man cloaked in mystery and malice, a presence that sent chills down her spine. His eyes, shrouded in shadows, held a depth of darkness that seemed to swallow the light around him. When their paths crossed, Madeline felt a cold dread wash over her, as if she had invited a malevolent force into her world.

Website: indrascans.site Join discord: https://dsc.gg/indra Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans

In the streets of early 1900s Europe, Detective Rumi unearths the truth by day and buries the guilty by night. A man bound by no law but his own, he investigates the very crimes he secretly avenges—delivering judgment. But when a series of disappearances shakes the city, the horror proves far greater than the murderers he hunts. The Silent Army—faceless, voiceless figures clad in heavy cloaks—moves through the streets like phantoms. As the city plunges deeper into uncertainty, Rumi finds himself at war with himself and beings of higher power.

Liana has always been the outcast—a forgotten daughter living in the shadow of her perfect sister, scorned by her parents, and betrayed by her pack. Stripped of her position as Alpha heir and cast aside, her life takes a darker turn when she is forced into an unwanted bond with Kieran, a rogue cloaked in mystery and secrets. Kieran is not what he seems. Beneath his rugged exterior lies a powerful secret, one that could shatter everything Liana thought she knew about her world. Bound together by circumstances beyond their control, their initial hatred ignites into an undeniable, dangerous passion. As their fates intertwine, old wounds resurface, enemies plot in the shadows, and loyalty is tested. Liana must decide whether to trust Kieran or let her anger and betrayal consume her. But with everything at stake—her family, her pack, and her future—she must find the strength to rise, even if it means facing the darkest parts of herself. Can Liana reclaim her destiny, or will the weight of her past drag her under?

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?

[Mature Content +18] «Support book with your power stone» Given a second chance by been transmigrated into a different universe; one which his every dream could be accomplished there, with a system. Nate adventures and struggles in every way possible to get strong and protect those he cared for in this new world. Driven by the desire for more power, he puts himself in every life and death battle just to improve himself.... toughening his will and challenging destiny. «Quest received» [Defeat the enemy] [Difficulty: hard] [Reward: lv 10 magic abilities, level up +2] A young man who was slaying his enemies, causing massacre on the battleground heard the sound. Lifting his head, he stared at the distant figure. “What the......”, opening the mouth wide, he stared at the creature moving in his direction.“I’m doomed...” he said, but not losing his will. Standing on the battlefield, Nates black cloak was covered in blood with cuts all over,his blue eyes expressing helplessness and exhaustion with his long black hair fluttering through the wind waves adding to his handsome charming features, he was like a devil from the abyss. ~~~~~~ >Will his adventure to become the strongest duo cultivator in the new universe be accomplished, with the soo many challenges he faces??..... or will there be someone or something to stop him from doing so??? Join the the adventure......

Dream Paradise tells a story of sixteen years old Abinla Perelayefa who lives in the oil cloaked Bayelsa State with her mother and brother. The effect of the oil industry on the people’s health, and their farmlands stirred her towards having the dream of building paradise that would be free from environmental catastrophe. Will it be possible for this lowly girl to build her dream world in this broken climate?

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT! “Fuck Adelheid.” He growled, his breath hot against my throat. I gasped as my back hit the cold stone wall, his hand tearing apart my garment before clasping itself around my blossoms. “You don’t want him..” He murmured, lips brushing over my jaw. “You want me.” My palm pressed against his chiseled chest, a weak attempt at resistance, but my body betrayed me, arching into him instead despite the engagement ring still wrapped around my finger. The ring given to me by another man who had chosen me before the entire Kingdom. The man I was supposed to love. “Say it, Adelheid.” I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “I.. want you.” I finally whispered. That was all he needed. His mouth crashed against mine, fierce and claiming. His gloved hands slid down underneath my gown, gripping my thighs and pressing me further into him. A shameless moan slipped from my lips. I should have stopped this. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. Because no matter how hard I tried to deny it, he had already ruined me. ‡‡ Adelheid had always been overlooked. Called useless, unworthy, ugly. A noble by birth, but of low rank that it meant nothing. She was a shadow in every room, a disappointment in every conversation. Even he thought so. Until the day everything changed. Dragged from the background and placed directly into the spotlight—she had been betrothed to His Majesty himself. Of course, she thought she’d be happy. Who wouldn’t? The king was kind, respectable and everything a man should be. A life of security, power, admiration—it was a dream. But her heart.. Her heart was ugly for something else. Something darker, something she shouldn’t want. He had clearly drawn the line. He had pushed her away. He had made it known he didn’t want her, even going to the extent of wanting her dead. But yet, she still wanted him. What in the world was wrong with her?

In a world where the Assassins and Templars wage a hidden war, Aliya Devereux, daughter of the Templar Grandmaster, is abducted by the Hidden Ones. As secrets unfold, she realizes her fate is tied to an ancient artifact stolen by her father—a relic that could change the course of history. But among her captors stands a man cloaked in darkness, a legend whispered in fear—The Black Reaper. Caught between loyalty and truth, Aliya must decide: embrace the shadows or be consumed by them.

In the shadow-cloaked city of Norlington, where eldritch horrors seep through cobblestone cracks, Dr. Fran-a prodigious surgeon stitched together by paradox-operates the clandestine Mistveil Clinic under the cryptic guidance of her [Medical Module]. Between tending to gore-streaked mercenaries and cultists whispering to void-born deities, Fran undertakes 【Diagnostic Expeditions】 across the [Prime Reality] and its splintered anomalies. Each harrowing house call sharpens her unorthodox craft, funds her biomechanical obsessions, and drags her closer to the rot festering at the world's core. Her patients? A kaleidoscope of the extraordinary: heretical nuns wielding blessed artillery, philosophers with calcified lungs still spouting prophecies, and things that wear human skin poorly. Through their wounds, Fran unravels truths-about the city's pulsating heart, her own sutured past, and why the stars above Norlington blink in hexagonal patterns.

Erghon was a middle-earth RPG phone game, and players were being spent most of their lives playing it. Its players woke up one day and found themselves in another World fighting against terrifying monsters and slaughtering each other in order to survive. Because there was only one truth in this fake artificial world. If they died there, they would die in real life too... Cloak was a lonely player in this horrible world where survival was almost impossible. He was so alone that he had to fight against the System that sacrificed everything to destroy him, and against the players who had no choice but to kill him to survive...

The cosmos is the universe made of two trillion galaxy, billion number of sun, trillion number of star and meteor. Within the two trillion galaxy there's a galaxy named Andromeda. A million number of star,sun and meteor made the whole Andromeda. In this constellation, there are five star, each possessing a distinct supernatural power source. They are namely Almach, Alpheratz, Mirach, Nembus and Sterrennacht. Almach known for its Circle of Nil or Nihil, Almach stands as the most powerful and largest among the five stars, radiating unparalleled energy. Alpheratz graced by the Circle of Phota , Alpheratz commands the second highest power among the stars , casting it's brilliance accross the cosmic expanse. Mirach embraced by the Circle of Anima, Mirach is celebrated as the third star, distinguished by both power and unparalleled beauty in the celestial tapestry. Nembus enveloped in the Circle of Motua, Nembus, the fourth star,holds the esteemed tittle of princess of Andromeda, embodying grace and regality. Sterrennacht cloaked in the Circle of Materia, Sterrennacht, the fifth and coldest star in Andromeda,adds a serene and frigid brilliance to the celestial ensemble. Together with the power of 5 star a powerful sorceress named Yinnifa created a planet named Stellaraether. But "There's a give in a take" Yinnifa lost her spiritual energy and her spirit is shattered in Stellaraether.

In a world where the Light rules with divine authority, darkness is feared and despised. The Radiant Order, a powerful faction of holy warriors, claims that only those who fight in the light can be called heroes. But Valen—a warrior once destined to join their ranks—sees the truth beneath their shining facade. The Order does not eliminate darkness; it only casts longer shadows. Valen, betrayed and branded a heretic, chooses exile over blind obedience. Clad in a tattered cloak, he disappears into the depths of the forsaken lands, where creatures of nightmare roam. But instead of losing himself to the abyss, he learns to wield it. He becomes something neither light nor dark—a blade in the twilight, fighting fire with fire. Armed with forbidden knowledge and the humblest dream—to protect those abandoned by the light—Valen takes his war to the shadows. He strikes from the darkness, breaking the chains of the oppressed, challenging the Order’s rule, and proving that heroism is not about where one stands, but what one fights for. But the deeper he treads into the abyss, the thinner the line between savior and monster becomes. Can he fight the dark without becoming it? And when the time comes, will the world accept a hero who never stood in the light?

In a world where the Sevengod Church rules with an iron fist, Oliver, a downtrodden acolyte fighting to survive, uncovers a chilling truth: the gods are dead, their thrones devoured by madness. The Church’s “Divine Circuits” are no sacred gift—they’re cursed chains, binding humanity to the rotting, ravenous deities they pretend to serve. Humans? Mere fodder, sacrificed to sustain the gods’ fading existence. Armed with the Blasphemy Codex System, Oliver embarks on a perilous path. With every god he defiles and every hypocritical priest he cuts down, the Codex fuels his power, growing stronger with each act of heresy. Divine beings cloaked in holy love, selfless clergy adored by all—Oliver rips away their shining masks to reveal the maggots squirming beneath. When the final lie crumbles in his bloodstained hands, the truth dawns: these gods never craved worship, only the terror in human eyes. Now, the Codex whispers of dead stars stirring awake, its pages brimming with secrets—keys to forge new gods from broken believers or shatter everything in a final, deafening roar. Will Oliver’s blade carve salvation, or crown him the deadliest monster this world has ever feared?

A bloody war between the Werewolves and the Witches supported by the Demons.Clashes of swords, chants of spell,magics and black magic filled the atmosphere. The atmosphere was very tense, the air was filled with pressure,blood was painted everywhere, the scene was so terrifying. "The Alpha king has been killed" a voice shouted There were cheers among the Witches and Demons. The Werewolves empire has fallen, everyone dispersed. Queen Adriana (half witch and half human), the Luna queen, who had just put to bed a baby girl heard the death of her Mate , the Alpha king, Alexander.She ran to into a deep dark forest filled with fogs. She stopped abruptly when she had a footstep behind her, she turned slowly and saw a man in a black cloak - a demon. "W-w-who-who are you" she stuttered as she held her baby tightly across her chest. "Ha ha ha......I am your helper who is going to take all your sorrow away" the man answered sarcastically showing his yellowish green teeth. "What do you want"she asked summoning courage, "To kill all the royal blood of Alexander " the demon grinned evilly. "I will not let you hurt my child, demon!" she screamed holding her baby tightly. "Ha ha ha" he laughed "we'll see" he gave an evil smirked and moved closer to Queen Adriana . Queen Adriana remove a seal but before she could chant a spell the demon had already pricked her abdomen with the dagger. "Aarrghhh" she yelped in pain, she staggered backward and the man laughed hysterically. "Adriana!!!" Hera(a witch), Adriana childhood's friend who has been watching the whole scene screamed and ran to her. " Oh oh Hera" the man chuckled "Hera, he must not harm my child" Adriana said weakly holding her injured abdomen. Hera quickly took the seal and chant a spell. She point the seal at the demon. " You die today" Hera shouted and the demon laughed cynically. "That can't have an effect on me" the demon said. "Mesh mar la ba suropato" Adriana whispered. "It's a joy that you will die with your best friend today" the demon sneered. "Mesh mar la ba suropato!!!" Hera shouted pointing the seal at the demon as he tried to attack her. A light shone and the demon screamed turning into ashes. Hera helped Adriana to sit, rest her back on a tree and collected the baby. "Adriana........" Hera cried. "Hera" Adriana voice was barely heard, "why....why Hera" Adriana groaned. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything, the whole clan was manipulated by those Demons" "I tried to stop the coven but all my efforts yield nothing" Hera explained admist tears. "Hera promise me that you will keep my child safe" Adriana said. "She'll be safe " Hera promised " you need to live Adriana, you have to build back the Wolf Empire " she said and Adriana held her hand tightly. "My daughter will build the wolf empire, so she must survive" Adriana said as tears rolled down her cheek. Adriana touched the child and muttered so words, a light flickered and the gold hair and eyes of the child turned black. She had sealed her daughter's wolf power and scent. "Adriana....." "Take this, give her on her sixteenth birthday" Adriana said as she gave a gold locket to Hera "you know what this means" she smiled bitterly and Hera nodded. "Take care of Annabelle, she must survive"Adriana whispered as her eye lid close slowly. "Adriana!!!!!" "Please Adriana....." Hera cried.

When innocent and sheltered Reign West is given as a collateral to the enigmatic King "Kingsley" Vale, she expects a life of servitude.What she finds instead is a world cloaked in unfamiliar warmth and yet danger, after the man takes her far away from her home, together with her cousin, as a punishment for her uncle who deceives him. King, feared for his ruthless power and mysterious aura, harbours a dark heart that has left him isolated. And then comes along this innocent flower who tempts him by doing nothing. Unwittingly, Reign becomes the key to unlocking unspoken desire in him; her light also the only force strong enough to battle the darkness threatening to consume him. But love comes with a cost, and when danger strikes, Reign must decide if she's willing to risk everything to save the man who has stolen her pure heart, even if it means facing the shadows. ************* She glanced at him, her voice soft and unsure, "Why do you look at me like you're... waiting for something?" "You don't understand, Reign. You're too innocent... too pure for this." "What do you mean? I don't think I'm pure. I've seen the world." Stepping closer, he said, his voice dark with desire. "There's so much you haven't. You don't know the things I want from you... the things you make me feel." "What... what do you want from me? I don't... don't understand." Heat rose in her cheeks, a mix of confusion and something deeper stirred inside her. "Good. Stay that way. Because when you do, I want be able to stop myself." ***************** This book is my entry into WSA. Please do support this author with your votes, gifts and also feel free to leave a comment. I hope you'll like it.

What makes you look different at night after staying up after midnight on Halloween? Living without their physical body attached to their shadows, twelve-year-old Wesley Bones and his Mother find it difficult to survive on their own anymore. Because it causes them to see ghostly images of an undead phantom haunting them in their basement. No matter what they do to get the undead phantom to believe, they don’t need their shadow to glow in the dark. They give the deadly cloaked phantom their power to be unreal without living with their shadows to the mortal living until they can accept themselves as glow in the dark shadows. To stay out of the shadows in their everyday lives. Or be lost or cursed with having an enchanted shadow to be afraid of never having a normal life again. The secret to keeping their lives safe is that they must obey the phantom living in their basement. To never let anybody know what they are hiding from. And keep their spirit from losing their ability to make their shadows glow in the dark, where they belong.

Marcella Valemont is the alluring but resentful, selfish and ambitious daughter of The Head Priest. Forced into a cold marriage with the blackbellied Duke Berith, she longed for power and would stop at nothing to claim the crown—even if it meant seducing the incorruptible Crown Prince Lucian and tearing down the empire’s most virtuous house. She ruthlessly parleys her charm and cunning into becoming the Queen. But, power came with a price. Her ruthless schemes led to betrayal, rebellion, and ruin- an empire on its knees, a virtuous king destroyed, and a rebellion led by the man she discarded. Desperate and full of regret, she barters her life with the Duke to save Lucian. In an interesting turn of events, she gets to go back in time to fix her wrongs, save the man who was ruined because of her and hopefully stop the bloodthirsty rebel Duke Berith. She finds herself reborn as her 18-year-old self with a chance for a do-over. She vows to do better this time, to steer clear of the bastions of power and the malevolent Berith. Secrets long buried begin to surface, and Marcella discovers that her former husband is far more than he seems—a man cloaked in darkness, harboring a purpose that threatens everything she holds dear. They say second chances come with thorns and to fix the past, Marcela must trust the devil who destroyed it.

In a world of magic, war is always bound to happen. There are numerous realms that make up the universe. And they are under the protection of the world's mightiest warriors known as the realm guardians. These so-called guardians are individually powerful and if they combine their strength altogether, it rivals that of a God. Growing up in the human realm as an orphan, Aeriah was completely unaware that she didn't belong there. One night when she was five years old, she was alone in the backyard of the orphanage where she stays. Having just her favorite book to keep her company, she settled down to read. But as soon as she flipped the first page open, she was blinded by an illuminating flash. Soon after, a formless creature cloaked in serene white light appeared. To her surprise, it turned out to be one of the referred realm guardians. Aeriah, however, was too innocent to be enthralled. Even after all these years, Aeriah continues to recall the memory of that night. She was adopted by a noble family: the Riessevilles. Without knowing that they are a family of mages that came from another world, she would soon learn the truth that the human realm is doomed to be destroyed by the forces of the dark realm. Following their escape, Aeriah then finds herself in a whole new world; a completely different reality, with the goal to discover who she truly is.

In a world where the sun never sets in Solterra and Lunareth is cloaked in eternal moonlight, a centuries-old curse binds the two kingdoms in a fragile truce. The only way to break the spell is for their heirs to unite in love — a task that has led countless royals to ruin. Princess Seraphina Solis is destined to wear the Crown of Sunlight, but she longs to break free from royal expectations. Across the border, Prince Lucien Lunaris, heir to the Moonlit Throne, struggles to save his fading kingdom from the encroaching darkness. When they meet at the Moonlight Ball, their fates intertwine in ways neither can deny. But their love alone isn’t enough to break the curse. To save their kingdoms, they must embark on a perilous quest to retrieve two ancient crowns — one forged from light, the other from shadow — and confront the dark sorcerer who cursed their ancestors. As magic, secrets, and destiny collide, Seraphina and Lucien must decide: Will they defy the curse, or will their love become another tragic legend? Two crowns. Two hearts. One curse that could shatter the world.

“Inherit the relic. Rewrite the rules. Reign or be erased.” Once every century, the Archive awakens—a tower that pierces the sky, filled with shifting dungeons and forgotten relics left behind by ancient kings, tyrants, and warlords. These relics are not just weapons. They're legacies—powerful, sentient, and cursed by memory. To enter the Archive is to be chosen as a Writ-Bearer, someone capable of bonding with relics and wielding their power. For most, it's a path to fame, glory, and power. But for Kael Renn, a seventeen-year-old orphaned scribe from the outer slums, it's a death sentence. He was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, when a sealed relic buried in the tower’s forbidden floor calls to him—a relic known only as The Crown of the Nameless King—Kael becomes the first bearer of a Lost Writ that even the Archive itself cannot classify. Now hunted by relic guilds, kingspawn, and corrupted Writ-Bearers, Kael must survive deadly trials, manipulate ancient laws, and resist the growing voice of the relic within him. Because the Crown is remembering who it was. And it wants its throne back. MC: Kael Renn Age: 17 Background: Orphaned slum-born scribe, worked as a record keeper and relic cataloger in the outer zones. Never trained, never ranked. Visual Design: Hair: Ash-black, ragged at the ends, slightly covering his left eye Eyes: Pale gold—seem dull at first, but glow faintly when he invokes Writs Markings: Black ink-like veins spread from the back of his neck downward when relic power activates Clothing: Faded cloak stitched with old kingdom scripts, layered with relic sigils he draws himself Weapon: None at first—uses Writ-based combat, then later reforges an ancient relic blade with a forgotten command

Cousins bound by blood, yet striving for opposite goals, Mystique and Cloak embark on separate quests for ultimate power—one aiming for the throne of Darkness, the other for the throne of Magic. Will their pursuit of opposite thrones destroy everything they hold dear?