Lilac Aesthetic

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."

Dans un monde où les Lycans et les loups-garous sont des ennemis jurés, Eve Valmont est une louve maudite par une prophétie et victime d'un coup monté. Trahie par sa propre meute et emprisonnée pendant des années, son destin prend une tournure plus sombre lorsqu'elle est offerte au roi Lycan, Hades Stavros - un souverain redouté pour ses conquêtes impitoyables et sa prouesse mortelle. Liée par une ancienne prophétie et hantée par les fantômes de son passé, Eve est maintenant à la merci de l'être qu'elle devrait le plus haïr et craindre - Le Main de la Mort lui-même. Hades, un roi façonné par le sang et la décadence de sa propre âme, déterminé à venger le massacre de sa famille et à débarrasser son peuple des loups-garous. Il croit qu'Eve est la clé de sa victoire. Pour lui, elle n'est qu'une arme prédite par la prophétie, un outil qu'il utilisera pour détruire les forces adverses menaçant sa meute. Pourtant, il se retrouve à désirer cette femme puissante mais brisée. Ce qui le fait questionner si elle est vraiment son arme ou celle destinée à défaire ses plans soigneusement élaborés.

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'

In einer Welt, in der Lykaner und Werwölfe eingeschworene Feinde sind, ist Eve Valmont ein Werwolf, der durch eine Prophezeiung verflucht und reingelegt wurde. Von ihrem eigenen Rudel verraten und jahrelang gefangen gehalten, nimmt ihr Schicksal eine noch dunklere Wendung, als sie dem Lykanerkönig Hades Stavros angeboten wird - einem Herrscher, der für seine rücksichtslosen Eroberungen und tödlichen Fähigkeiten gefürchtet ist. Gebunden durch eine uralte Prophezeiung und verfolgt von den Geistern ihrer Vergangenheit, ist Eve nun der Gnade desjenigen Wesens ausgeliefert, das sie am meisten hassen und fürchten sollte - der Hand des Todes selbst. Hades, ein König, der aus Blut und dem Verfall seiner eigenen Seele geschnitzt ist, ist entschlossen, das Gemetzel an seiner Familie zu rächen und sein Volk von den Werwölfen zu befreien. Er glaubt, dass Eve der Schlüssel zu seinem Sieg ist. Für ihn ist sie nichts weiter als eine von der Prophezeiung vorhergesagte Waffe, ein Werkzeug, mit dem er die gegnerischen Kräfte, die sein Rudel bedrohen, vernichten wird. Und doch ertappt er sich dabei, dass er sich nach dieser mächtigen, aber gebrochenen Frau sehnt. Er fragt sich, ob sie wirklich seine Waffe ist oder diejenige, die dazu bestimmt ist, seine sorgfältig ausgearbeiteten Pläne zu durchkreuzen. *** Er pirschte sich an mich heran, wie ein Raubtier, das sich seiner Beute nähert, seine Augen dunkel und unleserlich. "Du lachst also?" Seine Stimme war leise, gefährlich sanft, so dass sich die Haare in meinem Nacken aufstellten. Ich schluckte schwer und merkte plötzlich, wie schwer es mir fiel, zu atmen. "Hades, ich..." "Aber du lachst doch nur über die Witze anderer Männer", unterbrach er mich, sein Blick war durchdringend und frei von jeglichem Humor. "Nicht über die deines Mannes." Die Anschuldigung in seinem Tonfall war scharf und zerschnitt die Luft zwischen uns. Ein nervöses Glucksen entwich mir. "Das kann nicht dein Ernst sein... Er ist dein Beta, um Himmels willen." In einem Augenblick schloss er den Abstand zwischen uns, so schnell, dass mir der Atem stockte. Seine Hände umfassten meine Taille, zogen mich an seinen Körper, und seine Hitze ließ meine Haut kribbeln. Ich keuchte, doch bevor ich ein Wort sagen konnte, stürzten sich seine Lippen auf meine und beanspruchten meinen Mund mit einer Kraft, die Schockwellen durch mich sandte. Der Kuss war strafend, hungrig - ich konnte nicht atmen, konnte nicht denken. Als er sich schließlich zurückzog, zitterte ich, und mein Brustkorb hob sich, als ich darum rang, wieder zu Atem zu kommen. Seine Augen, dunkel und stürmisch, suchten meine mit einer besitzergreifenden Intensität. "Du kannst nicht über meine Witze lachen...", flüsterte er, seine Stimme war gefährlich rau, während seine Finger tiefer wanderten und mir einen Schauer über den Rücken jagten, "aber du wirst mit meinen Fingern kommen." Ich erschauderte, und in meinem Bauch sammelte sich Hitze bei seinen Worten, seiner Berührung. Die Welt um uns herum verschwamm, löste sich in Nichts auf, als seine Hand tiefer glitt und mir ein unkontrolliertes Keuchen entlockte. Der Blick in seinen Augen verriet mir, dass er genau wusste, was er mit mir tat, und die ursprüngliche Verbindung zwischen uns war in diesem Moment nicht zu leugnen. "Ich brauche dein Lachen nicht", murmelte er gegen meine Haut, sein Atem heiß an meinem Hals. "Ich will stattdessen jeden anderen Teil von dir haben." **** Dunkle Fantasy-Romantik Moralisches Grau ML Angst Spannung Von Feinden zu Liebenden Smut (wie Streusel auf deinem Eis)

Arcide Lilac was a student with the lowest magic capacity among the students of academy in the Vorturein Imperial. As a result, he was quite ostracized there considering that the Academy was quite emphasizing on the capacity and ability of the magic than anything else. One day, an incident occurred, caused Arcide's death. In the novel [Lilac's Purity], Arcide Lilac's death is the beginning of Rilana Lilac's romance and revenge story involving the whole world. And I was born as that man who was destined to die after roasting the novel a 'little'.

On the day Lyla found out she was pregnant was the the day she decided to start stoke piling! after all she was bound by a system that was counting down to something! the apocalypse? maybe but the thing is when the count down reached zero.. she.. she was transferred into a other world.. felled with damn dogs!

A Short Story with no actual meaning just to appreciate a few aesthetics I love

In the shadowed halls of Ashalt Wellenberg’s grand estate, Lilac, a beautiful and kind-hearted young woman, is sold into servitude by her cruel uncle. But life in the mansion of the mysterious and merciless Lord Ashalt is far from what she expects. Beneath the cold surface of her employer, she discovers a man haunted by a tragic past and a family curse that binds him in ways Lilac cannot yet understand. As her compassion begins to break through his hardened heart, a forbidden attraction grows between them, complicating matters further when Prince Edward—a charming yet duty-bound royal—also becomes captivated by her. Amidst the power struggles and dark secrets that threaten to destroy everything she’s come to know, Lilac uncovers the truth about her own heritage: she is the last heir of a noble family thought long-extinct, and her destiny is intricately entwined with the Wellenberg legacy. As the lines between love, duty, and betrayal blur, Lilac must decide whether to follow her heart or fulfill a greater purpose—one that could save or doom the Wellenberg estate forever.

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Evelyn’s chaotic morning leads to a chance encounter at a café with Violet, a quirky girl with lilac hair. After a humorous exchange involving spilled jam and an unzipped bag, Evelyn finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Violet, leaving her day feeling a little less unlucky.

25th century prodigy Xiao Wushuang was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend and sister, but woke up again to find herself reincarnated as a farmgirl and equipped with a spatial pocket with a luck stat. No longer a technocrat, she decided to change her lifestyle to become a hunter, a farmer and a humble merchant. Any crop she farmed would be approved with double A-grade, popularity guaranteed. She reared a worm, and it soon opened new routes for the village. She started a company, and it became the largest global conglomerate for farm produce. With that, the village somehow managed to get a cut. Just as she ventured further on the path of riches, a child came out of nowhere, hugging her leg and crying, "Mommy, don't you love me anymore?" Xiao Jinli was left staring at him, dumbstruck, "You got the wrong woman, kid. I'm not your mommy!" "I don't care! You're the most beautiful woman, that makes you mommy!" Exasperated, she took the boy home, and thus the unmarried village treasure became an unmarried mother… until a handsome man arrived, "I've finally found you!" This is the legendary tale of a farmgirl with a spatial pocket, leading the village to the top of the world!

Vorche Arkaid? What is it? It's fantasy world that the soul should surviving because of the rigors of that era. If they are not surviving in that era, sadly in reality they will die too. This era is soo hurtful, crazy, brutal and mostly non-humanis. There's no people that from earth that survived at this point, from 10.000 folks that try " Sparkly Cue ", just 0 folks that come back to life. Everyone is die, and it's not even 20 minutes. And this story about Lilac Ayu Dewi, 22 years old girl from rich family is super lazy for doing anything like work, going outside to exercising and socializing, going to university and anything in outside. After graduate in high school, she just in home all day, watching boyslove series, eating snack that buy online, and nothings more even she bathing like 2 months once. Not knowing her parents sent her to " Vorche Arkaid ", what she gonna do in that era? Is she will survive? Or maybe she will die after? We don't know!

Sunny just wanted to go into God hood but he was stressed out! he decided to take a vacation! and where did he take that vacation? he's not sure he randomly chose a planet.. and that's how..he ended up in a damn world of horny beastmen!

I have a 15-year-old sister. She's a walking number collector, so when she's out on the street, any agency will come up to her and ask for her number. She's that pretty. My sister is.... But even my aesthetically perfect sister had a fatal flaw, so let me tell you.... “I like my brother.” “.......” “I love my brother.” “.......” “I love you.” ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you.’ ”I love you.” “.......” Miyuki hugs me tightly. It's a serious bracon.... I can't even tell anyone else....

The story of a witch with a heart full of venom getting the chance to redo her life and seize strength for herself. MC only cares about herself and her own gains don't expect any romance or deep relationships. power system is a mix of Xianxia cultivation and and isekai magic fantasy. trying to make an aesthetic similar to the dark souls series with a hint of reverend insanity and a bit of age of adepts. Constructive criticism is welcome. Reading comments makes me happy so please don't be afraid to share any of your thoughts

A powerful wondering soul who has been jumping from world to world has came to his 35th world And found the body of a beautiful boy who looks to be the age of ___ But unfortunately the boy was already gone from this world And as the soul was going to explode this new world the empty vessel of the body sucked the soul into it! Now the all powerful wondering soul is stuck in this unfortunately body! how will the soul live in its first ever body in a world that he has no knowledge of? ______________________________________ to excuse the bad writing and how slow the story is going this is a slow processing story! hehe

Violet Rosaria Lilac. Beloved daughter of God and his only successor. Now contracted to the one person she was told to avoid what more can she do but follow along? Disguised as an adventurer she is tasked with helping the prince ascend the throne as his contracted spirit. She never imagined she would be made to go against her fathers wishes but having made a contract she is now binded to him. When new feelings emerge amidst the chaos she is forced to make a choice. Obey her fathers orders to return or defy him and stay with a man she was should have never known. ... (Sneek Peek) "I have to go, Contractor." "You belong to me, Princess and I forbid you from leaving." "The heavens need a new God and I'm the only one fit for the title." "Have you forgotten we have 3 sons?"

Summary The story is a fantasy story with a slight horror aesthetic coupled with slight romance but not too much for this is mainly an action novel. Disclaimer: lots of gore and profanity will be used, with lit RPGs. Yes it's another reincarnation story but one where the MC doesn't know how to make everything in modern time. There will be slight evolution but not much for I want to keep him as close to a sheep as possible but he will get humanoid form but he won't turn into a human. No Graphic R18 scene. I'm not writing a smut story! I will add art of the characters and monsters as much as I am able to in the comments at the end, so please check them out when you finish reading the chapter! If you really like the story and or character art please help support my work by visiting my etsy store where I will be selling them on t-shirts or other nick-knacks. Alright that enough self promotion now onto the main sum. Summary: Enter the world of Redsorrth, a world filled with magic and dangers >:)! A world filled with all the fantasy classics like dwarves, elves, beast-men etc.. with classic monsters such as… goblins, demons and dragons. This fantasy classic story takes place where our hero Babbitt is a newborn sheep where he must survive to become a shepherd, but how will he survive when his race is always being hunted! For sheep flesh makes the best sacrifices to the gods as well as to feed their enemy stomachs, for sheep is the most prized of delicacies! For they are Hunted down for their wool, blood and flesh, while their innocent souls make the best conduit for the demons and gods alike. How long will he survive being born at one of the human farms? Will he escape to find the higher forms of his race? Or will he forever be stuck as a sheep for the slaughter? Will he meet a cute female sheepy…. Well I guess the only way to know is to read and find out!

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University student Qianshui accidentally clicked on a game called "Yuan Shen" while lying in bed, and was forced into a world filled with monsters, cyberpunk aesthetics, and mechas. She finds herself in a realm of rifts appearing in various locations, monsters wandering the cities, and a bizarre cult that worships "gods," manipulating human destinies. In order to return home, Qianshui has no choice but to transform from a timid girl into a feared boss that everyone dreads. Xie Yu has recently noticed something strange about his seemingly fragile girlfriend. She insists that she is a demon, which makes Xie Yu's heart flutter; he finds her adorable. He often jokingly says, "That's right, our Shui Shui is the cutest demon." However, one day, during a monster wave, he witnesses his once timid girlfriend tearing apart an S-rank monster with her bare hands.

I possessed the villain of a romance fantasy story. My engagement with the heroine had been called off and I became the EXP mob character who fell to his own ruin. But for some reason, the female lead won’t let me go. ______________________________________

Once, I was told, “Trust in Destiny, believe in what she tells you.” What a joke that turned out to be. Destiny has only ever brought ruin. Six full moons have passed since I lost everything—six moons that have come and gone, indifferent to my suffering. They leave me behind, walk past me as if I no longer exist, as if I’m already forgotten. I’ve disappointed them, failed them, and I am powerless to ask them to stay. Who knew a voice could give up on you so easily? It’s pitiful. I am pitiful. Once, I was loved by all, and in turn, I loved so deeply it hurt. That love is a distant memory now, a phantom pain that refuses to fade. I still love, though it only brings more pain, more regret. I pray, even now, for someone—anyone—to love me again, to love me so fiercely that I can forget the pain I caused my people. “Lilac eyes,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Your name is..." "Elayne."

The story is about Lilac, a talented and charming graduate who faces uncertainty in choosing her future. Despite her intelligence and beauty, Lilac feels lost and lacks clear goals. Her life changes when a young man enters it, who himself is unsure about his prospects. The resolution of their destinies may depend on whether they can find their place in the world together and discover their life's purpose.

In the heart of a bustling city, Lilac Barlowe is a dedicated high school history teacher with a passion for museums, a love for anime and games, and a penchant for keeping to herself. When she saves Knight Corbyn, a mysterious figure entangled in the city's underworld, from a perilous situation, their lives become intertwined in unexpected ways. Grateful yet haunted by his past, Knight seeks to express his gratitude to Lilac. As their connection deepens amidst the city's shadows, Lilac finds herself drawn to Knight's enigmatic charm, while Knight grapples with the dangers that threaten their burgeoning relationship. "Knight's Echoing Darkness" unfolds against a backdrop of intrigue and danger, where unexpected alliances and the healing power of love collide. Can Lilac and Knight find solace in each other's company, or will the shadows of their pasts tear them apart?

"I can wash the dishes if that's what you want?" He offered, his eyes filled with longings. She didn't know her billionaire ex-husband could stoop so low to wash the dishes just to win her back. Even with that, he looked so adorable wearing an apron making her to realize that he was indeed serious on his quest to win her over. ***** After been divorced by her hotshot CEO husband, Cecilia had finally found her stride in life. She was determined to prove herself, refusing to be the groveling ex. But just as she thought she had move on, an unexpected twist turned her world upsidedown. In a stunning turn of events, her ex-husband, the man who once treated her like a golddigger, suddenly realized her worth and embarked on a mission to win her back. Will Cecilia open her heart again and give love a second chance? Follow author's new IG account for aesthetics and character views author.moonlightimagines

At a peculiar time at night, where the celestial forms shine so bright, A new demesne of predators has risen, Their enemies suffer 'coz of the throes of violence. --- Technology started to rise and improve even more. It has become even more advantageous in the lives of people. But as we all know, humans are creatures that don't get satisfied after one success to another, and so professionals such as Scientists and Engineers continue to conduct new research, experiments, and inventions. Even if it means sacrificing their lives or others. --- "Do you still value your life?" --- With the eyes changing to a color of blood and death, Shifting forms that you can misinterpret, Ultima governs a territory close to hell, Sanguine and has sui generis exploits held. --- "Well, there is no harm in trying a game right?" A question suddenly popped up in front of him. It was just some typical questions for the people who would play a game. First Name: Kaito Last Name: Araki Gender: Male Age: 20 Character type: Werewolf --- With the name ANTITHEUS CANINE'S DEMESNE You can sense the prodigious strength pouring in, Beware of the aesthetic but deceiving dark skies, For "We assault our prey in the moonlit night, 'til they won't see tomorrow's light." --- "Welcome to a new world" *** Hello! I am Paired_Lucelence, and this is the story I have submitted in the WPC contest. It is about an online RPG world that gives you quests, embark on adventures, and raid domains, either solo, duo, or in team. It also allows you to establish your guild and conquer the top ranks. I will be very thankful for the support you will be investing in this story of mine. Thank you! May you not be spotted under the moonlit night, to enjoy tomorrow's light.

What does it feel like to grow up? Time seems to have only quickened its pace as we got older. Soon, our teenage years will be days of the past. But I can't help but reminisce during the present. We can mature together, both you and I. But not without remembering what made our lives so light. I miss my youth, though I know it's not over. We can share our nostalgic lilacs while we gaze at the orchids bloom. . . . Please enjoy as I share the memories and tales of what was once my present day. This is where I tell my coming-of-age stories through the meanings of flowers. Sharing the good, the bad, and the beautiful moments I can recount as I continue to go through my own bloom of youth.

Come midnight, they would take the slave Taccilas’ life. Or that, they would try. But tonight, when the waves crashed against his chains- -He plotted his escape. An empty warship, Mitali, gently swayed in port, they planned to kill her just like him. They would take her apart with the gigantic machines of steam and steel that covered the skyline of their ancestral cities. He’d heard old legends sung of the whispers of dead men aboard ghost ships- or perhaps they sang about phantasmal ladies that stole sailors. On that night- They would be legends no more. ---------------------------------------------- What to expect: -A character-driven story led by a resourceful, clever, and deceiving MC. -Non-linear progression and magic system. Battles are strategic and decided by wit, not by raw power. -Balance between action, slice of life, romance, and mystery. -A huge, fleshed out world with a steampunk-fantasy aesthetic. -Broken people trying to heal. -1.5k to 2k word chapters from Monday to Friday.