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Selene was the daughter of the cruel Alpha who ruled Moonveil through fear. Years ago, he wiped out an entire pack just to rise to power. But he made one mistake...he left behind four orphaned boys. Those boys returned as Alphas. They are stronger, colder and out for revenge. They took everything...his land, his title, and finally... his life. Selene was only seventeen at the time. She had no idea what her father had done. But that didn’t matter. To them, she was guilty by blood. They didn’t kill her. No. They did something worse. They marked her as a slave. In their world, even omegas had rights. Slaves had none. She became nothing more than property. But Selene still had hope. On her eighteenth birthday, like every werewolf, she expected her wolf to awaken. It was supposed to be the start of her new life. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. Her wolf never came. Her body remained cold and silent. And then… the bond appeared. She was mated to all four of them. The very Alphas who hated her. The ones who owned her. But the truth is Selene was never a wolf to begin with. As her body withers under the weight of the bond, a darker truth surfaces. She is not just a slave… she is the last living witch, born of the very bloodline werewolves have hunted for generations. Now, her enemies wear the mark of her mates... And the witch they thought they broke may be the one who burns them all.

Reverse Harem r18+ She had only ever wanted a family. Love, safety, a place to belong. Instead, Victoria was betrayed by those she called family....sold to the High Council of Alphas, who claimed her blood could cure Moon Sickness, a deadly affliction putting werewolves into eternal slumber. Locked away in a lab deep within the Council's compound, Victoria became a living experiment. Drained of blood and strength, she withered away but in her final moments, she clutched a locket left by her late mother. A locket which she refused to open according to her mother's wish. She could only open it with her father but she never got the chance. At death door, she decided to open it. Only then did she discover its secret. The locket was actually a survival tool...enchanted with different tools meant for survival, ranging from food, clothes, weapons, medicine... everything she would have needed to escape. But then it was too late and her last breath wasn't a plea for rescue. It was a vow for revenge. And yeah, she got a second chance she wished for. Victoria wakes up few months before her scheduled death. Armed with memories of betrayal, the locket, and a thirst for vengeance, she plays the obedient child once more. When her family come to get her, she smiles sweetly and goes willingly with them. But then everything has changed. The same brothers who once offered her to the Council now treat her like something sacred. "You want the diamond necklaces?" the eldest murmurs. "It's yours. Always." "No one will hurt you again," growls the second. "Not while I breathe." "I'll burn down the Council for you," promises the third, once her tormentor…now her fiercest shield. "I bought the entire store," beams the youngest. "You can pick whatever you want now" Victoria is stunned, suspicious and furious. What was going on? And then there's Darius Fenwick"....the dark Alpha heir who delivered her to the Council. A student at the Elite Lycan Academy, where her brothers rule alongside two other powerful alphas who once watched her suffer. Determined to make them all pay, Victoria decides to infiltrate the academy. But the deeper she dives into this second chance at life… The more things gets complicated. The men who destroyed her? Now act like they'd die to protect her.

Li Empire is the largest and most prosperous territory in Yuan Continent—on the surface. Internally, it is divided: ministers collude with nobility, the empress and empress dowager contest for power, and the emperor faces threat of illegitimacy as long as his brother lives. That is why, when Li Zhen Tian meets the kind and carefree Yang Zi Hua who understands him beyond the Dragon Throne, he irrevocably falls in love and makes her his consort. However, the imperial palace's harsh reality shatters Zi Hua's dream of a peaceful life. Amidst jealous love rivals and endless plots, a seed of doubt is sown. Can their love flourish against adversity, or is it destined to wither like a flower past spring? *** Shangguan Jiu was Zi Hua's best friend—and her complete opposite. Cunning, rational, and fiercely ambitious, Jiu enters the rear palace to accomplish everything her friend couldn't. Though as she schemes for glory and honour, she realises the only way for a woman to be in power is not through a man's heart... but to be the hand controlling him. Old enemies and grievances surface, while political tensions escalate with neighbouring nations, heralding a new era. Love and war arise; tears and kingdoms fall. Does the ruler wear the crown, or are they a prisoner of the throne? *** Notes: Cover art from Pinterest 2 Female leads Palace drama > political intrigue > warfare

Alan Yokob dies as he lived—in a blaze of violence. A hitman with a reputation for ruthless efficiency, his final act is a fiery car crash. But death is not the end. When Alan opens his eyes, he finds himself in another world. Complely different from earth. “Welcome to Kirath,”. Once, this realm teetered on the edge of annihilation until mortals overthrew the Demon King’s tyrannical reign. But a thousand years of “peace” have left Kirath fractured—its magic withering, its lands plagued by cataclysms, its people rotting from complacency. The solution? Resurrect the demons. And they’ve chosen Alan, a man who traded in death, to wear the crown. To survive, Alan must wield the **Oblivion Pact**, a parasitic system that rewards carnage with unholy power. Kill to summon ★Soulrenders★—demonic warriors bound to his will. Conquer to rebuild. Rule to channel the chaotic energy that once made demons the world’s necessary evil. But Kirath’s fractured kingdoms see only a monster, not a savior. Holy knights hunt him as a blasphemy. Fallen heroes, drunk on their ancestors’ glory, vow to finish what their forebears started. As Alan battles to resurrect a demonic legacy he doesn’t believe in. The demons were not mere oppressors—they were shackles binding a far older terror. Now, with their power waning, that ancient hunger stirs. To save Kirath, Alan must become the Demon King the world fears… or watch it drown in the hubris of its own “victory.”

usually grade one core gives 25, grade two gives 50, grade 3 gives 100. grade 4 gives 200, grade 5 gives 500. After being dragged through a mysterious portal, Zed found himself entangled in a murder he didn’t commit. Worse, he carried an ancient demon bloodline, and in the world of Eldoria, that made him a target. Thankfully, Zed had three aces: a unique soul, unnaturally high vitality and a gift from a woman trapped in the forbidden abyss. The Blood Monarch System. It let him consume the essence of his prey—unlocking their strengths, their secrets, their very bloodlines. And so, Zed decided to live his life to the fullest. He’d slay monsters, dominate deadly ruins, and conquer the hearts—and bodies—of beauties. As for his ultimate goal? It was simple. Become a supreme existence. "The key to awakening bloodlines and getting stronger is chaos... and a few charming ladies along the way." In the magical world of Eldoria, mana flowed through everything. Unfortunately, Zed Deverux was born with Withering Mana Syndrome, a disease that drained mana from his body and made surviving past the age of nine nearly impossible. Miraculously, he managed to live for twenty years, tirelessly searching for a cure with the help of his eccentric alchemist mentor. One day, after drinking her latest potion, his condition seemed to improve—only to later discover the shocking truth behind the 'elixir'. It was her breast milk?! Light colored eyes are considered ugly here?" Aidan Reith found himself transmigrated into a fantasy world just before his acting debut, only to discover its beauty standards were a bit off. But Aidan quickly adapted and got excited. He loved acting, and this strange world offered countless cultures to explore. To his surprise, he also awakened the power of a chameleon. All he needed was the body of a species, and he could turn it into a wearable skin! [You can become a demon. Do you want to read the 'haunted village' script?] [You can become a poisonous lamia. Do you want to read the 'gem-loving snake' script?] [You can become a dragoman. Do you want to read the 'dark dragon's harem' script?] Aidan soon realized the world's entertainment lacked variety, so he decided to create the first movie theater. And those who tried to stop him? They mysteriously disappeared. "Dual cultivation is actually the cure to my illness?" In the martial world of Danxia, qi flowed through everything. Unfortunately, Seth Fenix was born with Withering Qi Syndrome, a disease that drained qi from his body and made surviving past the age of nine nearly impossible. Miraculously, he managed to live for nineteen years, tirelessly searching for a cure with the help of his eccentric alchemist mentor. One day, after drinking her latest potion, his condition

This story began long ago, in a timeline no one can reach. A forgotten heir. A fallen prince. An adopted noble. A person seen as both a threat and a blessing. This is the story of a withered rose—its beauty lasting even as it fades. It’s a tale of power and deception, where every move is part of a larger gambit. The events of this age shift the foundations of civilization itself. In this delicate balance between salvation and destruction, what is good and what is necessary are often unclear. Abyssals. Primordials. Existentials. Everyone tried to stop it—but it was inevitable. The prince’s gambit has already been played. This is the quiet unfolding of a future no one can stop. The gambit begins now.

A world that was broken and battered due to a war to unify them all, the War of the Imperium. They sought control and thought the reward would be great, unbeknownst to them — they suffered and paid the dear price. The Hero, the champion of the Creator, sought out to unify Aetheria. Only to wither it and break it to the point of no return — and for the Hero? Alongside the rest of them, they had ceased to exist. Two souls only remained, defeating the last creature sent by the Void. And as they accepted such aftermath, living in the solace of deaths embrace. The 8 Virtues and Sins had arrived, forming into a divine being Return and move to a different timeline. They shall right the wrongs and do anything to gain their beloved peace. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ A shade of what was fought, an idea with a brighter thought. And a lady with elegance and dreams, pairing as someone's eternal queen. Though two should be enough, a Goddess should give her warmth and love. Following in the moral code of the world, he destroyed the world just for his girl. Yet the creator above all is forever in the wrong, the world has ceased and made Death be strong. ⊱⋘ ──────────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────────── ⋙⊰ https://discord.gg/EST2jmkV7K

In the vibrant world of Divine, where magic flows as both positive and negative, a force of magic that shapes all life, from human to beast. Humanity constantly battles the monstrous beasts lurking beyond their kingdoms. Young Kenshin Hoshimiya begins his at the esteemed Magic Acadamy, armed with a deceptively simple yet powerful ability, kenshin`s focus is clear: to rise through the ranks and prove himself worthy of confronting the darkness and achieving his ultimate goal.

An ancient world falls under a dark king's shadow, his hunger targeting its very Heart. A desperate defense ignites a cosmic war, temporarily pushing back the encroaching void. But victory is a fragile dawn, fueling a bitter vengeance and hinting at untold powers yet to awaken, as the fractured realms brace for the inevitable next strike.

"Until the Flower Withers" In a world brimming with magic, Luna Lockheart is reborn into a noble family, surrounded by love—but a deadly secret threatens to shatter her second chance at life. As Luna learns to navigate her new world, she discovers a life full of wonder and sorrow. From playful siblings and elegant tea parties to the haunting shadow of an ancient illness, time is not her ally. But Luna refuses to wither quietly. With her heart full of determination and her spirit as bright as the flower she’s named after, Luna vows to live fully, even as time slips through her fingers. A story of reincarnation, family bonds, and the beauty found in fleeting moments. "Until the flower withers… I'll bloom as brightly as I can."

Wei  Zhong opened his eyes to the soft rustle of spirit grass beneath a pale morning sky and realized he’d been born into a frail, withering body. Three days. That was all the time he had. Yet a quiet certainty settled in his chest. He carried a forbidden gift: the Art of Temporal Exchange. By giving up a sliver of his hard‑won cultivation, he could roll back his own life, buying precious years. With a steady breath, he relinquished his Eighth‑Layer cultivation and felt ten years’ worth of vitality flood back into his veins. Weaker in his realm, perhaps—but alive in every sense.

Trapped within a poisoned world and stalked by monstrous beings known as the Withered, humanity clings to survival behind decaying walls and endless war. In the shadow of legends, a boy named Kael Ranz grows up in silence—haunted by the sacrifice of his brother, Dren, and hated by the family that blames him for living. Cast out and forgotten, Kael devotes his life to one purpose: vengeance. After six years of brutal training in the military barracks, Kael earns a place in the Phantom Line—an elite unit bred for one thing: surviving the gas, and killing what waits within it. But Kael’s past resurfaces when he hesitates to kill a Withered... and realizes it’s his brother’s reanimated corpse. But there may be something more than meets the eye.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

They called it a blessing. But for Tithonus, eternal life became an unending curse. Loved by Eos, Goddess of the Dawn, he was granted immortality, but not eternal youth. Time, insulted and unchecked, watched him wither across centuries, a husk of the man he once was, breathing only because the gods demanded it. Until the dawn wept blood. Eos, burdened by the agony she’d caused, drove a god-forged blade through her own heart and into his. And from her sacrifice, he was born anew. Not as a man. Not as a god. But as something in between. Now, in a world that has forgotten him, under skies where dawn no longer rises, Tithonus walks again, young, whole, and burning with the memory of love and loss. The gods thought time had claimed him. But Time has debts. And Tithonus has begun to collect

In a world abandoned by gods and plagued by corruption, hope has withered. From the deepest pit of the abyss, a child is born — not by chance, but by cursed mana and the will of darkness itself. He has no name, no past, no purpose… only the instinct to survive. But survival is only the beginning. Gifted with the power to absorb mana, evolve endlessly, and name lesser beings into powerful allies, Kael begins his ascent. He tames monsters, crushes demons, and rises through a world that fears his very existence. He is no chosen one. He is no savior. He is the Abyssborn — and he will reshape the world not with light… but with shadow.

Long gone was the age of the gods… Long gone are those tales that lived through time and defied fate itself… Olympus has fallen, and the pantheon crumbled, like a temple with no pillars or a home that no longer served its purpose. The last ballad has been sung, and glory withered like a dying flower on the incoming winter. Fire, ash, and blood reigned supreme when the secret was revealed. The vulture and the owl—two opposites, the different sides of the same coin, rivals who defied the common status quo of “once an enemy, will always be enemies.” But what if love all of a sudden came at them? Piercing through their souls that even the goddess of love’s prowess could never fathom such a circumstance. The war and wisdom—the deities who were deemed too similar yet too different at the same time. What if those stories about them were nothing more than figments of a mortal’s imagination? What if the character was no more—the loathing gone, and what remained was an unexpected understanding towards each other? Ares and Athena—what if something sparked between them and defied the order of Olympus?

The sky, once majestic and brimming with divine radiance, now crumbles into a shadowy gloom, shattered by cataclysms that annihilate all celestial glory. The earth, once fertile and teeming with life, has withered into a desolate wasteland, trampled underfoot by legions of dark creatures—demons, devils, and vengeful spirits that roam in bitter triumph. This world no longer belongs to the holy; it is a new kingdom for the outcast, dancing upon the ruins of God and His Entire Heavenly Host. Yet amid this ruin, the One Accursed—a figure destined to submit to fate—rises instead with thunderous defiance. Rather than accept defeat, he rallies the remnants of the angelic armies, commanding those still loyal to the light to rebel. With blind conviction, they challenge the dark forces that now hold the throne of the cosmos, deluding themselves as bearers of the one true righteousness. But is their resistance merely an illusion? Or is this the dawn of a new curse—an eternal cycle where the damned become rulers, and the rebels mere pawns in a far darker game? The battle rages, no longer between light and dark, but between arrogance and a destiny already etched into the dust of annihilation.

Aanya and Veer step into the mirror’s cursed realm—a world of broken memories, flickering shadows, and echoes of everything they were too afraid to face. Inside this haunted reflection, guilt takes shape, and forgotten promises demand payment. But it’s not just horror that waits on the other side. It’s her. Ananta. As the truth unravels, Veer becomes Aanya’s anchor. Protective, burning with quiet rage at her pain, he wraps her in love like armor—whispering deadly romantic confessions even as ghosts close in. "If this mirror wants you, it’ll have to take me too. And trust me, sweetheart—if death wants to dance, I’ll make it waltz to your heartbeat." Their journey is a descent through guilt and memory—revealing Ananta’s sacrifice, Naira’s whispered warnings, and Aanya’s forgotten promise to never leave her sister behind. But it’s Veer’s words that tether Aanya to the light: “You were never a curse, Aanya. You were the only thing this House couldn’t break.” With emotion crackling like thunder and horror pulsing at every corner, this novel delivers romance draped in ruin, and a love that dares to survive the mirror. The reflection never lies. But sometimes... it forgives.

This is a translation of 全球旧日 by A Gift of Pinecones Arrives ------------------ A higher civilization's power is beginning to corrode the world. As a result, our communities are beginning to collapse, disintegrate, and turn to ash. A system known as the Antiquity Game has engulfed the world; since it began, we've needed to apply the principles below in order to stay alive: 1: Striving to survive every stage during the Antiquity Game 2: Don't touch what you shouldn't touch, don't see what you shouldn't see, and complete every stage's main mission 3: "Preserve your rationality!" Principles which absolutely don't include: 1: Swindle an NPC and have them punish you with transcibing《The Eclipse Ghoul Scriptures》100 times 2: Confront the Deep One using the Skill【Sliding Tackle】 3: Offer an NPC as a sacrifice...... Dense fog disseminates above the desolate, barren plains that fanatics believe they might never reach. Where "it" is, everything else in "its" presence is irrelevant. Even Death itself isn't an existence with that kind of significance. Wither leads the world's future path?

The Being That End Forgot Synopsis Before creation, before light and dark, before even the concept of gods there was one. He did not rule. He simply was. A being so absolute, so infinitely vast, that the multiverse itself whispered into being in his presence. He bore no name, no rival, and no desire until the darkness came. In a war that scorched the roots of reality, he stood alone against the invading unknown. Not gods. Not monsters. Not chaos. Something else. And in the end, he vanished… by his own will. Eras passed. Worlds bloomed and withered. Civilizations rose and fell. The multiverse forgot its origin. And the End arrived. Monsters mutate from the bones of broken laws. Humans awaken strange systems bound to alien voices. Dimensional gates rupture reality. Stars collapse. Realms merge. Apocalypses layer upon apocalypses. And in the midst of it all, in a dying mortal world a boy awakens. He is weak. Normal. Powerless. But within him lies a silence too ancient for this age. When he is pulled into a forbidden realm no system can register, something awakens a System, created by a version of himself he does not remember. The End forgot him. But now, it remembers. And what returns is not a god… It is the Being Before All Things.

Fate can sometimes be misleading, like who could have thought that a nobody like me had to save the world. "Bastard die already!". [You've been beheaded] [Loading save file] It's kind of annoying having a responsibility that big. "rhaaaaaaar!" [You've been incinerated] [Loading save file] Thing is, sometimes it feels impossible to achieve my goal. "You have fought well kid, you have gained an assured position on my undead army". [You've withered] [loading save file] But at the same time it's addicting. "No mortal should have this information". [You've been slayed]. Each new life saved, each victory, each conclusion I reach sent me closer to the truth. Who I was? Who gave me that power? What will happen in the end? Despite everything I was still myself. I think? *Heavily inspired on re:Player by Ethel_Imaginations.

[From the stories of Azuden0, Volume 3. Revelation, the Downfall. Chapter 2, Darkness's Uprising.] Achan Allare has spent his life running from his father’s legacy. A man once revered as the greatest Babaylan, a Spiritual Healer, whose supposed miracles once inspired awe. But Achan knows the truth: his father was no miracle worker. The power that once made him legendary had long since withered, tainted by the abuse of such power. Yet, unwilling to let go of his status, his father continued the illusion by using him. Forced into the role of a vessel, Achan became the façade of his father’s failing power, paraded before desperate souls who clung to false hope. And when the deception finally caught up with them, it cost his father his life. Now, Achan lives a quiet, ordinary existence- free from superstition, free from manipulation. Until they come. An influential family, desperate enough to believe. Taken against his will, Achan is thrust into a world he vowed to leave behind, commanded to take his father’s place and restore the health of their company’s sole heir. He refuses. He knows the cost of deception, knows the ruin that comes from clinging to fading miracles. But when he uncovers the truth behind their illness- a Curse that shouldn’t exist, that spreads suffering beyond its victims. He finds himself unable to turn away. With his freedom slipping through his fingers, Achan faces an impossible choice: fight against the truth he never wanted to reveal or embrace the very deception that destroyed his father- before it destroys him too. Bound to the heir through forces beyond his control, he must unravel dark secrets, confront the specter of his father’s past, and decide whether to wield a power he never asked for. But with danger lurking in the shadows, the question remains. Will he escape, or has he already been claimed by the legacy he tried to outrun? Azuden0 All Rights Reserved Book cover done in Canva, photos from Pinterest. Started: April 26, 2025 Ended: June 08, 2025

Elara's gloves never come off. Her chambers are lined with lead. Even her tears are collected in silver vials before they can poison the earth. The last living heir to the Veyne bloodline, she was born with "The Withering"—a divine curse that turns her skin to poison. After accidentally killing her mother at birth and her nursemaid at age six, she has lived in solitary confinement, her existence known only to the royal alchemists who study her condition. Her only comfort? The dying things she touches don't suffer. Flowers bloom brighter in her grip before turning to ash. Sick animals find peace under her fingers. Until Kieran, a disgraced scholar sentenced to death for heresy, grabs her bare wrist during an escape attempt... And doesn't die.

Albion Bell was a world-renowned archaeologist before his life burned to ash—his name, his family, his future. Haunted by grief and hunted by prophecy, he is dragged back into a forgotten realm where magic has withered and legacy is weaponized. Avalon is dying, and Excalibur has chosen again. Bound to a myth he never asked for and pursued by a fanatical Church that fears the truth he might uncover, Albion must survive shifting loyalties, divine manipulations, and the girl who leads him through the forest with a smile that hides a thousand sins. But the deeper he delves into Avalon’s past, the more he learns that this isn’t a story about a chosen one—it’s a reckoning for everything that came before. A Rise of the Cursed and the Sword of Avalon is an epic fantasy with high-stakes action, rich lore, and slow-burn emotional devastation. For readers who crave complex female characters, legacy-breaking men, and the kind of story where prophecy bleeds and hearts don’t heal clean.

Adam was a quiet kid until the day corporate monsters murdered his only family and buried the evidence beneath their silver-dollar lies. Reborn as a fledgling vampire, he stalks the night with fangs sharpened by vengeance and magic flickering beneath his skin. Every drop of blood spilled is a ledger entry in his war against the soulless tycoons who think themselves untouchable. As Adam’s power blooms—and his humanity withers—he must decide: become the monster they fear, or let their corruption consume him first. —end of briefing.

In a world where magic withers under the Iron Concord's oppressive reign, Elara scrapes by, convinced ancient power is a myth. But when a forgotten relic stirs a terrifying magic within her—a dormant, forbidden bloodline that shimmers with both promise and peril—she becomes a beacon in the fading darkness, and a target. Kaelen, the last Dragon Prince, watches his ancient lineage dwindle, burdened by a sacred Oath to protect a world that has forgotten him. His very existence is tied to the dying magic, and Elara, with her volatile, unique power, could be the key to his race's survival… or its final ruin. Forced together by prophecy and necessity, their initial mistrust sparks into a dangerous, undeniable attraction. As the Iron Concord hunts Elara and an older, darker magic awakens, Kaelen must choose between his eternal duty and a love that threatens to break his solemn vow. Can a forbidden bond rekindle a dying world, or will their intertwined fates hasten its end?

Leonard lived a quiet, ordinary life — caring for his siblings, working at a forgotten bookstore, and enduring the weight of a family fractured by abandonment. But everything changed the day he found a black leather book — untitled, uncredited, and without any record of its existence. From that moment on, sleep ceased to be rest. It became punishment. Night after night, Leonard is pulled into a warped world where reality bleeds beneath crimson moons and ancient horrors lurk in the shadows. A place where time bends, death walks freely, and hope withers in silence. What begins as a nightmare slowly reveals itself as something deeper — a memory that isn’t his… but remembers him. As the line between dream and waking life begins to erode, Leonard must uncover the truth behind the book, the visions that haunt him, and the unseen force watching from beyond the veil. Because not all dreams are made up. Some dreams are doors. And certain doors, once opened, can never be closed.

TE SIRVO UN CAFÉ AMOR A MEDIA LUNA BERLA SOLO QUERIA CASARSE CON UN CHICO COMÚN Y CORRENTE. ¿PERO LA FAMILIA DE DANTE” SE CONVIRTIERON EN SOMBRA EN LA RELACIÓN SIN EMBARGO, FREDDY LE ARROJÓ UNAS CARTA DICIENDO: __ BERLA, SE ACOSTÓ CONMIGO. EN ESTE MOMENTO TODO EL AMOR QUE DANTE, LE TENIA A BERLA SE ENCONTRABA EN UN AMOR A MEDIA LUNA.

Life is determined by the meaning that one has attached to it, Like flowers that dance with the wind, bloom at day and wither at night. However, in a world where "meaning" does not exist, where forces above man predetermine life's what is and the what is not's. What is Life? A masquerade ball of ghosts who follow the few lines on a script? or will it be something grander? We'll follow the Gardener, an Agent for one of these forces and his seasonal cycles to life. Going through it's phases, meeting and becoming a part of people's stories and maybe even attach their meaning to life to flowers that bloomed to their meaning.