Dracthyr Evoker

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

Update: Novel to resume updates on the first week of March and will feature ending of Volume 2, and beginning of the semi-final volume (Volume 3) and the final volume (volume 4) — “I Lord Tank Albridge, and my family, Pete Albridge, Cleo Albridge, and Fred Albridge, disavow Vinnandra the hateful as our blood. “Today, in one voice we curse the day she joined us, and we’ll forever celebrate the day she has left our ranks! Vinnandra shall not know us, and she is not ours to know anymore.” *** In a world of white-haired dragon riders and black-haired witches, Princess Vinnandra Albridge is born red-haired as the forbidden spawn of a witch-spy and a dragon rider known as the Hateful. Unwanted by her family and shunned by society, Vinn tries to get by everyday unnoticed and alive. However, her simple plans come crashing down when her family disavows her by removing her from her royal bloodline, proclaiming her a traitor to consequently serve as an official slave to the notorious Lenklock dragon riders family that rules in the North. There, it would seem that while Vinn might not be able to groom a dragon, she might make good food for one… not if she had anything to do about it. Vowing to fight for her life and rise above others, Vinn must learn how to break through her blood and reach to whatever minute strength she possesses and become a dragon rider… or something. And it would seem Vinnandra’s vows would be realised in the form of Xander Lenklock—a troubled man and problematic heir who charges into her life, proclaiming a nobody like her his greatest ally and seeking her alliance. For the first time in a long while, Vinn feels needed and wanted—two dangerous elements that ignites feelings she shouldn’t have, and evokes thoughts she shouldn’t think. And in a partnership that might make or break them, Vinn was sure she would do anything to have Xanders’ body, heart and soul. Problem is, Xander has a fiancée who was there to stay… forever. But with her mothers past looming over her, and with shadows of the enemy hidden in the trees playing their ultimate move, even if Vinnandra manages to steal Xander’s heart, will she be able to keep it? Or will her dubious identity destroy everything she has come to enjoy? Will the powers she has come to possess swallow her? Or could she be the enemy that her people really fear? Be whatever it might, the ultimate question remains—Dragon rider or Witch… which is she? ***** VOLUME 1 (Beginnings): COMPLETE VOLUME 2 (Chaos Abounds): ONGOING VOLUME 3: (Wrath of the Burned): UPCOMING

Harro, the 25-year-old scion of a business empire, was a paragon of perfection. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes made him look like a celestial being, earning him the nickname "Angel." His charming personality, honed from years of navigating high-society circles, had a mesmerizing effect on everyone he met. People were drawn to him like moths to a flame, helpless to resist his captivating smile and effortless charm. But one man remained immune to Harro's allure: Orion Alexander Stone, a ruthless and cunning business rival. With a name that evoked the mythological hunter, Orion was a force to be reckoned with. His piercing gaze and chiseled jawline made him look like a granite statue, impervious to emotions. He saw Harro as nothing more than a pampered, entitled rich kid playing at being a businessman. Fate, however, had other plans. When Harro and Orion met, the air was electric with tension. Despite their differences, they found themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, igniting a passion that neither could ignore. But their love story took a dramatic turn when Harro was involved in a freak accident, erasing his memories of Orion. The man he loved was now a stranger, and Harro was left with a gaping hole in his heart. Orion, determined to win Harro back, set out to rekindle their romance, but the odds were stacked against them. Would they be able to rekindle their love, or would their relationship remain forever lost in the annals of memory?

"Before the Aisle Breaks" is a compelling phrase that evokes the anticipation and emotional weight of an impending wedding. It suggests a moment of reflection before two individuals embark on a lifelong journey together. This time before the ceremony is often filled with excitement, introspection, and sometimes even doubt, as couples consider the vows they are about to make. It's a period to cherish the bond they have forged and to contemplate the future they will build together. This phrase could serve as a poignant title for a novel, film, or song exploring themes of love, commitment, and the complexities of relationships. It invites the audience to delve into the nuances of human connection and the transformative power of love.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

Noah Calhem is a young man leading an ordinary, peaceful life. From a young age, he has been captivated by horror stories. Despite the fear they evoke, he always listens to them until the end. Noah aspires to be one of the greatest horror novel authors. To take his first step towards this dream, he participates in an online short horror story competition. But one day, everything changes. An incident alters his life forever, potentially cursing him for eternity. This event opens a door to a mysterious and cursed world. What he once loved as fiction is now his reality. The true horror of this world is unveiled before him. Will Noah stay sane and survive to tell his tale, or will he become just another untold story, an urban legend lost to time? --- **Shameless Author Here:** If you enjoy my work, please support me with a power stone. If you don't, feel free to throw a power stone at me. I promise daily updates, with at least one new chapter every day. There may be grammatical errors and flaws in my writing, but I am dedicated to improving. I welcome honest reviews. Don't hesitate to criticize my work, no matter how harsh. Your feedback will help me grow and refine my writing.

WARNING: This webnovel delves into themes of madness, insanity, and distorted realities. As the story progresses, it may change your perception and evoke unsettling emotions. Reader discretion is advised. Take care to recognize when to step back if you feel overwhelmed. Don't worry though, it delves deeper into the aspect of insanity though, so most of it should be ok except a few parts. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If a man is never born, is he dead? If a thing is never seen, does it exist? If a name is never spoken, does it carry meaning?" I do not ask these questions to be answered. I ask them because no one dares to. The universe is built on the arrogance of definition. Numbers, laws, identities—shackles that are forged in language, in memory, in time, or this theory that lingers in our brains called collective consciousness. But what of the spaces between? The void? Reality? The things that exist outside knowing, outside the gaze of men and gods? Or does it not exist at all? If so, how are we speaking about it? Paradoxical isn’t it? He was such a thing. A presence without a name. A shadow cast by nothing. Or nothing cast by a shadow? If history is a river, he was the drought. If men are measured by the weight of their deeds, he was the absence of gravity itself. He did not belong, not in this world, not in any world, because he was not of the world. Not forgotten. Not ignored. Not erased. Simply… he never counted. And yet, in the nothing, he saw everything. The weight of unspoken thoughts. The blood behind unshed tears. The truth in silence. The universe was full of things unseen, of wounds never given words, of horrors never given shape. And he understood. He understood that nothingness was not the absence of being, but the absence of limitation. He understood that a thing untethered by perception is a thing without chains. He understood that the moment a man asks, "What is the shape of nothing?"— —he has already begun to see it. The idea of liminalism or being liminal. He experienced it and it drove him not to insanity, but sent him spiraling into the depth of the abyssal word of all what it carried of meaning, something much much beyond than mere insanity, something that can not described with words, because it is not a reality, it is something simply…...beyond. Saying he was insane would be an understatement, mind you. And once seen, it can never be unseen. The world had built itself on the assumption that zero was empty. That nothing had no weight. That absence held no consequence. But they were wrong. Zero was the abyss between all things. The wound that preceded creation. The foundation of every lie called "truth." And the price of zero… was everything. As such, because he lost everything, He gained everything. 1 extra chapter = 2 powerstones

(Mature Content) "He's a monster.... a real menace of our world" In the grand Wisteria Kingdom, Prince Ryan stands as an outcast, a royal burden shrouded in the hatred of his people. He navigates a world where every gaze is laced with disgust and every word is a reminder of his unworthiness. Attempting to escape the confines of his reality, Ryan crosses paths with Jihoon, the prince of Alyssum—a radiant force who shatters his world and rebuilds it in ways he never imagined. In a world ruled by hierarchy and primal instincts, their bond is anything but simple. As their fates intertwine, Ryan is drawn into an unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions: yearning, jealousy, and the aching desire to belong. "We need to stop this. If we don't, the prophecy that has haunted our kingdom for generations..... I fear it could become reality-.....the destruction our ancestors feared most." As Ryan struggles with these strange emotions, which are blooming inside of him for Jihoon, an old evil rises-the legend of the long-feared Alphas, that which evokes hatred by the very people he's fighting. Hints of the past begin to become more defined and threaten to become reality. What will Ryan do as he learns that the true battle is not against his people, but the existence of himself: that which is destined to be the world's overthrow? . . . . . "He was destiny, my power. I wasn’t born for this world but only for him. He was my power and death. So I shall be only for him." -Smut -Omegaverse -Royal family -Kingdoms -Modern royal family Every 2 days after the next chapter will be uploaded.

In the realm beyond this world, there's a tale of a man and a woman that has been passed down. From my place outside that world, I once believed it did not truly exist. I simply fantasized about being able to visit that place and become the heroine of that story. Do you know? Eventually, I did. I truly became the heroine for a moment... That world was real to me. However, later on, I returned to the time and space I'd always known. No, actually, I don't think I returned to the exact world I once knew, because everyone now thinks I've gone mad. Has that world vanished like Atlantis? Or did it never exist at all? Impossible! When one travels through different parallel worlds on their own power, there shouldn't be such vast differences! Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Time shifted three times, space shifted twice, and I, once lost my way. When I realized I was actually imprisoned in a colossal cage, where souls from various planets were thrown into. The collision of diverse spirits created breathtaking fireworks. Yet, just like fireworks, they were fleeting and pitiful... At the moment of physical death, the dazzling display vanished without a trace, evoking sighs of lament. But all these spirits need not worry. Memories may be erased, but the soul remembers, for it is eternal and indestructible.

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

SABER-1 is more than a soldier— he is a reflection of the choices made in the face of annihilation and the sacrifices required to carry the weight of hope. A lone figure forged in the crucible of relentless warfare, his existence straddles the line between man and machine, embodying both the potential and the peril of humanity's technological evolution. His hulking frame, adorned armor marred by countless battles, evokes awe and fear in equal measure. Yet, beneath the reinforced plating and glowing visor lies the ghost of a man, burdened by the weight of his mission and the impossible expectations placed upon him. SABER-1’s story is one of paradox. He is humanity’s greatest savior and its most chilling reminder of what desperation can create. But with each victory, a haunting question lingers: where does the man end, and the machine begin? As the lines blur, SABER-1 becomes an enigma—a figure of unparalleled strength and relentless determination, whose actions echo far beyond the battlefield, forcing humanity to reckon with what it means to survive and what it means to be human.

in the dark Underwood of organiz crime, Rowoon a ruthless Mafia leader,and Felix a naive yet fiercely independent individual,are bounded together by a twisted fate. their world collide with a whirlwind of hatred, secret, and unexpected passion. As Felix is drawn into Rowoon treacherous realm . he uncoveres hidden truth and confront the darkness within him.Rowoon ,too, find himself torn between his brutal ambitious and the unexpected vulnerability Felix evoke with each step,their dangerous dance intensifies ,fueled by secret,lies and a forbidden attraction that threaten to upend their lives.will their love unravel the mysteries surrounding them,or will it become the very thing that destroy them?

I wish this story had more readers, cuz the ML is hilariously self- devastating jerk on a survival mission with gorgeous company he doesn’t care about. They shared constellations earlier, but now light-years separated their ‘whispered’ wishes… *** In a moment of unforeseen Fate, a young man reaches into the icy waters, but with a sudden, forceful pull, he is drawn into its depths. Now shrouded in the Darkness he endures his imprisonment there. “Reconnecting with an old friend is like finding a lost jade—if only it were worth the trouble.” Xiǎo Fù, The Servant. *** Meanwhile, in the secluded monastery the Great Master’s rage ignites when his servant vanishes. Four days of torment, anger, and longing leave every monk wishing for their own end… until an unexpected visitor comes. “Ah, just when you thought the storm had passed, here comes the flood.” Fēng Bó, The Great Master. *** At this very time, the Prince suffers distress by the grief of loss, spending his days in drunken mourning in order to dull the pain. He doesn't have any desire to cling to life anymore, but being immortal, he cannot just die. “Eternity? Like waiting for a thousand cherry blossoms to bloom—one by one.” Mùnchén, The Second Prince. *** Forbidden practices, Heavenly secrets, Fate’s defiance and the Realms on the brink of War. As well as Curse, Scheming, Sacrifice and Punishment that turns God into Wandering Spirit, and Spirit into the only Heavenly Heir. Sarcasm on the edge of torture, both evoke the bittersweet ache of missed encounters and unfulfilled destinies. *** THE LEGEND In a world where Realms are connected, there's an old tale—a Legend that whispers of Balance and hidden Powers. According to this lore, all Realms share a common origin, and their Fates are intertwined. Realms are destined to coexist as one. Here, no hierarchy prevails—no masters, no slaves. Instead, Realms harmonize, their existence interwoven threads. Should the Balance falter, Chaos looms, and the Abyss threatens to swallow everything. Yet, when the Abyss fully absorbs the Realms, the Celestial Source establishes a new Cycle of Life, and brings new Realms to coexist. But even if the Abyss is undeniable, a hope remains, for within the same Source that birthed the Abyss lies an indomitable Force—a Guardian, the One, born to confront, combat, and seal it. Thus, the current Realms gain their chance at survival. *** PS This story was planned long ago, but life is life, so I only decided to share it within online community now. That’s why your support means a world to me. Thx in advance! *** All intellectual property rights of this novel chapters are owned by the author (uttophian).

Upon awakening, Dev finds himself inhabiting the body of Conrad Valor in a world far different from his own. His mysterious reincarnation takes an even stranger turn when he encounters a young woman who addresses him as "Lord" – though he has no memory of such a title. As Dev navigates this new reality, he uncovers dark secrets and horrifying truths that lie beneath its surface. Each revelation brings him closer to understanding his role in a fate that could reshape reality itself. Expectations: - Slow Burn story - A protagonist's compelling growth from vulnerability to strength - A vast, intricately crafted world with deep lore - An innovative power system that encourages reader speculation - Romance - Secretive organizations with hidden in shadows - A blend of mystery and horror elements - Powerful emotional moments I started writing this because I wanted to create a world and a power system that captures the awe of the supernatural in a way that transcends human comprehension. Much like how, in our own universe, we may never uncover all its mysteries, I wanted to tell a story that inspires countless theories—none of which offer a definitive answer to the truth. That idea grew and evolved into The Eye Behind Mist. If you decide to join me on this journey, thank you! I’m having a lot of fun creating this, and I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much. ***Warning: This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. It is set in a dark and violent world, with scenes that may evoke discomfort in readers—this is intentional. The choices made by the characters are not reflective of my personal philosophy or opinions on any matter. Please approach this work with this understanding.

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Sai is an introspective young man with a penchant for quiet moments of reflection, spending his free time in parks and reading novels that evoke deep emotions. His life is routine, punctuated by occasional daydreams and wistful thoughts of a love that seems distant yet eerily familiar. One fateful day at the office, Sai is introduced to Kiara Mehra, a strikingly confident and charming new hire who claims they were married in a past life. Her assertion is not just a joke; it’s a deep conviction she holds, fueled by vivid dreams that feel more like memories. This revelation unsettles Sai but also stirs something within him—a vague, inexplicable sense of familiarity. Kiara is assigned as Sai's mentee, and the two develop a bond marked by mutual curiosity and a growing undercurrent of attraction. Kiara’s unfiltered warmth and Sai’s cautious demeanor complement each other, but her past-life claims remain a source of mystery and intrigue, fueling office gossip and Sai’s internal conflict. As Sai mentors Kiara, he is drawn to her sincerity and determination, but her insistence on their connection challenges his logical nature. Their relationship evolves from colleagues to friends, and their shared moments—matching watches, synchronized habits, and unspoken understanding—hint at an unexplainable connection that transcends time. Their bond deepens until one tragic day when an accident involving Sai and Kiara changes everything. Sai saves Kiara from being hit by a car, sustaining serious injuries in the process. Kiara is overcome with guilt and trauma, feeling responsible for his condition. However, the aftermath of the accident has an unexpected twist: Kiara wakes up unable to remember Sai or the accident. Her mind suppresses the memories as a defense mechanism, leaving Sai heartbroken yet determined to protect her peace. Sai makes the difficult decision to transfer to another branch, believing that distance will help Kiara heal without the burden of her suppressed memories. He carries his love for her silently, watching her from afar as she moves to London for further studies, unaware of their shared history. A year passes. Kiara’s life is seemingly normal, but her subconscious keeps pulling her back to Sai through dreams that become increasingly vivid and emotionally charged. On her birthday, Kiara is flooded with fragments of memories that feel too real to dismiss. Her parents, noticing her distress, reveal pieces of her forgotten past, leading her to rediscover the connection she once shared with Sai. Moved by the realization, Kiara returns to the park where she first felt the depth of their bond. To her surprise, Sai is there, sitting on the same bench, lost in thought. Their reunion is poignant, filled with unspoken emotions and quiet acknowledgment of the time they lost. Sai is hesitant, fearing he will disrupt the fragile balance Kiara has rebuilt, but Kiara is resolute. She apologizes for forgetting him and confesses her love, rekindling the bond they once shared. The story concludes with hope and renewal as Sai and Kiara decide to face their future together, embracing the love that survived lifetimes and transcended memory

This short story is a poignant account of a daughter who goes in search of her mother's belongings after the War, in Holland. When she finds them, the objects evoke memories of her earlier life. However she decides to leave them all behind and resolves to move on.

A dimly lit urban street at night, shrouded in fog, with a lone detective silhouetted under a flickering streetlamp. The atmosphere is moody and suspenseful, evoking a noir-inspired mystery. Shadows and faint outlines of buildings add to the intrigue. Inspired from the wits of Sherlock. Story Written by RK.

On her eighteenth birthday, Valerie Lane’s dreams for the future–getting accepted into the Helblaze pack–came crumbling down when she wasn’t blessed with her wolf form. The Moon Goddess’ betrayal left her in so many pieces that she was unable to recover for months… until her fate finally smiled upon her and blessed her with her mate. Valerie’s lonely and sad life turned perfect overnight, almost like something out of a fairytale. Caleb Lockhart–the beta of the Helblaze pack–was everything that she had ever dreamt of. If one were to believe Valerie’s perspective, he was more than she deserved–tall, handsome, charming, and above all… loving. Valerie relishes in the bliss of her newfound love life until Caleb starts showing his true colors. She constantly has to beg for an ounce of affection from her mate, and constantly has to endure the ridicule from the other women and the pack members. Just when she believes that she is fated to rot in hell on earth, someone else starts showering her with the affection she so desires. Will Valerie open her heart to the man who can be her salvation from eternal damnation? Excerpt: “Open your mouth,” he commanded in a ragged whisper. I did as he asked. Although embarrassed, I parted my lips, just enough to let out the breath that I was holding. His lips immediately sealed mine shut and began to move skillfully–every stroke of his jaw precise and succinct–evoking the primal urge from deep within me. I tried to keep up with his pace but my inexperience was painfully obvious. He suddenly entangled his slender fingers with my loose hair and pulled it down to tilt my head up. I don’t know why my heart raced at that action of his, but it did. I bet my heart rate topped the chart when he nipped my lower lip and whispered, my lip still between his teeth, “Open wider. Let me taste you.” Follow me on Instagram for more. https://www.instagram.com/sani_mimosa/ The cover art was commissioned from Artist Shu G Sin. Find him on Instagram @shu_g_sin

"In your lifetimes has anyone ever worshipped you? Ever prayed to you? I know you're not the being you once were, and now is your chance to prove it..." "You may meet the being I once was." "... And what kind of being is that, Reaper?" In the vast expanse of space, where stars flicker like distant promises and civilizations rise and fall like cosmic waves, there exists a man haunted by his own choices. Once a protector, a guardian of those he held dear, he found himself forced into the shadows by the merciless demands of fate. In a universe teeming with threats, he made a pact with the darkness, trading his warmth for a cloak of ice, his compassion for a blade of steel. Now known only as the Reaper, his name evokes fear even among those he once safeguarded. He moves like a wraith through the void, a silent sentinel of death, his heart encased in frost as he carries out his duty. He is both hero and villain, protector and predator.

**"Whispers Between the Stars"** It evokes a sense of mystery, love, and the cosmos, perfect for a romantic story!

In the beginning of time, a point not bound by concepts such as space and time, a being stood. He was fettered by neither space nor time as they were nothing but a thought away for him. Feeling bored at the lackluster appearance that was the void, he created a sword out nothing and slashed. With each slash, profound meaning of all known laws were evoked and galaxies were born. In each galaxy, billions of stars came into existence and around these stars floated tens of large planetary bodies. Three Thousand slashes later, this being felt he had made the void more beautiful, but after a while, he felt it was still lackluster. Why this was so, he had no idea. Suddenly, he was struck by a thought. "Why don't I create beings that will facilitate the evolution of this great Universe?" And From him, came the many Celestial Bodies. These beings were the embodiments of The Supreme laws from which all other laws were born. Still, this being found them to be singular. Hence he decided to create a less powerful species with the potential to grow and reach the point he was standing, and from then, the human race were born. This being passed on his knowledge to these Celestial Beings and tasked them with the Divine Task of creating the Ten Thousand living beings that are known in this day and age. ... In a Library, a young boy looking not more than nine years old read from a parchment. "What an interesting person." He muttered to himself. "I wonder if what is written here is true. To be able to create all that is know throughout the Universe. To be unfettered by space and time, life and death. What an admirable position he must have stood in." This young man had nothing but praise for this being as he festered the thought of one day reaching such height. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/jrJBVc7u

A collection of horror stories set during Christmas, where the warmth and cheer of the holiday season are overshadowed by dark, sinister forces. Each tale explores the eerie and unexpected side of the holidays, blending traditional Christmas elements with terrifying twists. The stories evoke a sense of dread, turning familiar Christmas symbols into harbingers of fear and uncertainty, leaving the characters—and the readers—wondering what horrors lurk behind the festive facade. The collection weaves together suspense, mystery, and terror, all set against the backdrop of the most wonderful time of the year.

"Heart across centuries" draws inspiration from the haunting depths of forgotten secrets and the chilling resonance of hidden truths. Imagine standing on the precipice, listening to whispers carried by unseen currents—a symphony of lost memories, regret, and ancient enigmas. The word " heart " evokes a sense of repetition, as if the abyss itself remembers every whispered confession, every betrayal, and every sacrifice. The "echoes of the silent abyss(heart across centuries)" conjures images of darkness—an unfathomable void where answers lie buried, waiting for brave souls to unravel their mysteries. Perhaps it's the silence that unnerves us most—the absence of sound, the absence of closure. What lies beneath? What stories remain untold? "heart across centuries " weaves a thrilling tapestry of love, time travel, reincarnation,mystery,suspense, revenge, crime, and the human capacity for both darkness and redemption. As Hye Jin, Sung Woo, and Kim Song grapple with their desires and the dangerous game they're caught in, they'll discover that sometimes, the boundaries we set are meant to be shattered. Get ready for a heart-pounding journey where passion collides with danger, and where love may be the ultimate weapon against the shadows that threaten to consume them all. In modern Seoul, Yoo Ji-hyun discovers an ancient jade pendant that unlocks memories of her past life. Centuries ago, Prince Sung-Woo and General Hye Jin loved fiercely but were torn apart. Now, as Ji-hyun and Doctor Park Min-joon unravel the pendant's secrets, they must rewrite their fate and reunite hearts that span time. Yet, shadows from the past emerge—malevolent forces determined to keep Sung Woo and Hye Jin apart. As the eclipse approaches, danger looms. Ancient curses stir, and betrayal threatens their fragile connection. Ji-hyun and Min-joon race against time, knowing that breaking the curse may exact a price neither of them is prepared to pay. And so, whispered by the wind and etched in the stars, a prophecy resurfaces: "When the moon bleeds crimson, the pendant shall pulse with forgotten magic. The Wolf Prince and the Sorceress shall stand at the crossroads of eternity. One path leads to salvation, the other to oblivion. Choose wisely, for the threads of destiny fray, and the celestial clock ticks relentlessly." As the lunar eclipse approaches, Ji-hyun and Min-joon must decipher the prophecy's cryptic words. Their love, their lives, and the very fabric of time hang in delicate balance. update:2 chapters everyday

In a world where love is narrowed down to mere societal expectation and in the quest to fulfill duties, the identity is buried, Whispers Beneath sheds light on Amara and her internal chaos, a woman torn between a life prescribed to her and one that she has recurrently been afraid to accept. Amara is a woman who seems to have followed the right path all along. In a patriarchal world, she finds solace in the love of her husband, Daniel, beneath the hope that such a conventional life would appease the storm raging within her heart. Still, Amara intuitively feels incomplete, it is a reality that she has intentionally evaded. Just as she begins to adjust to the path that she has taken, the surprise reappearance of her figure from the past Farida, reverses the clock and brings back the events that Amara valiantly sought to erase. In the course of reconciling with the past and Farida, Amara relives the agony of self-denial that had occasioned the schism. Stuck between the anguish of upbringing, allegiance to God, and the pressure from the society, she is posed with a choice of continuing to live a deceptive life or incurring the risk of being genuine. Whispers Beneath is a heart-breaking story that evokes emotion through an unforgiving plot which highlights the complexities of self-discovery, forbidden love, and tough choices. In this story, romance is a dual-edged sword, both binding and freeing, and Amara’s decision is such that will change not only her life, but the lives of everyone around her as well. Will Amara manage to break the shackles of the unuttered whispers beneath her heart that chooses to imprison her or does she possess the courage to live her life as she wills?

Perceive the unperceivable, evoke the unevokable. Madness shall befall upon those who attempt greatness. Like a true miser once said, "Grow rich by seeming poor". What secrets lay hidden behind the veil of mystery that is this world?

"Dream of the Red Mansions," the seminal novel penned by the Qing Dynasty writer Cao Xueqin, presents a vivid tapestry of life within the aristocratic society of China's feudal era. Despite the constraint of word count, I shall endeavor to encapsulate its translation into English and offer a concise portrayal of its iconic imagery. The title "Dream of the Red Mansions" itself, translated as "A Dream of Red Mansions" by Yang Xianyi and Gladys Yang, alludes to the grandeur and opulence of the Jia clan's mansion, where the story unfolds. In Western cultures, "red" might connote blood or violence, whereas in the Chinese context, it symbolizes prosperity and status. This translation, though faithful to the original, carries a nuanced cultural difference that foreign readers may interpret through the lens of their own experiences. The novel revolves around the Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue families, portraying their rise and fall amidst the complexities of power, wealth, and love. The protagonist, Jia Baoyu, an enigmatic young man endowed with a "Jade of Spiritual Enlightenment," finds himself at the center of a web of relationships, particularly his unrequited love for Lin Daiyu, a delicate and sensitive beauty, and his arranged marriage to Xue Baochai, a more practical and conformist figure. The translation captures the intricate emotional landscape of these characters, rendering their intricate feelings and motivations in a manner that resonates with English-speaking audiences. The beauty of Lin Daiyu, for instance, is described in poetic terms that evoke her ethereal grace and fragile fragility, while Xue Baochai's character is portrayed as a bastion of traditional virtues, embodying the expectations of feudal society. The novel's imagery extends beyond the personal lives of its protagonists, encompassing the intricate architecture of the mansions, the rich tapestry of cultural practices, and the profound philosophy embedded in its poetry and prose. The "Red Mansions" themselves become a metaphor for the fleeting nature of wealth and power, serving as a backdrop for the play of human emotions and desires. In translation, the novel's rich cultural heritage and nuanced language pose significant challenges. Yet, the translators have striven to preserve the essence of the original work while adapting it to suit the sensibilities of English readers. Through their efforts, "Dream of the Red Mansions" transcends linguistic and cultural barriers, offering a window into the vibrant world of China's feudal aristocracy and the human drama that unfolded within its confines.

In the vast universe, the rise and fall of a star system is merely a fleeting shimmer of light. Gazing up at the starry sky evokes a sense of predetermined sorrow—where will you and I be in a thousand years? Our homes, our nations, the flames of civilization, Earth—they are all just a speck of dust in the depths of space...

[Original Synopsis] The Abyss. A name that evokes dread in the hearts of all—a vast, suffocating void, an endless chasm where nightmares are born and fester. In this forsaken realm, fear is not merely experienced; it devours. The very environment is a relentless predator, and existence hangs by a thread, forever on the brink of annihilation. This is the Abyss—a grotesque domain where demons and devils revel in deceit, death and destruction, where hope is nothing more than a cruel illusion. In this desolate world, the Abyss is both a source of ultimate terror and Chen Feng’s only chance for survival. As humanity nears its final days, Chen Feng uncovers a terrifying power—a cursed ability that allows him to commune with the Abyss itself. Through sheer force or blood-soaked sacrifices, he calls forth the horrors that dwell in the depths, bending them to his will. For he is... The Abyss Summoner. [Translator's Synopsis] The Apocalypse has struck. Nature has unleashed a torrent of destruction—floods, droughts, storms—all tearing the world to shreds. The survivors cling to the last threads of hope, unaware of the true nightmare about to unfold. But Chen Feng isn’t fooled. With an energy storm on the brink of plunging the world into darkness, monstrous beings from other realms are poised to tear through reality, turning the planet into a battleground where humans are no longer the apex predator. Once, Chen Feng believed in helping others, driven by a sense of compassion that the world repaid with betrayal and suffering. He learned too late that in a world where humanity is mere prey, kindness is a fatal flaw. Now, reborn with the bitter wisdom of his past and armed with the cursed power he once failed to fully harness—the power to summon the horrors of the Abyss—Chen Feng will command the darkness, seize dominion, and carve out his empire in the shattered remains of the world... For he is... The Abyss Summoner. [Disclaimer] This is a Translated Novel Discord : https://discord.gg/9fgGzj9GgH

“If you must die then you will only die for me, by my own hands. That would be your punishment for daring to deceive me” the cold words were easily left his mouth. The King couldn’t believe she was the one all along, his Queen. Never suspected the evil in the palace to be the woman he’s come to love, who now looks at him with both resentment and hatred. Not feeling remorseful, she looked him straight in the eye and jumped off the cliff, choosing to forsake her life than to be with him. Verona had indeed fulfilled her revenge. *** Her name is Verona Poshell, a lowly Omega who used to be married and mated to Alpha Omar Grendel, a warden in charge of her region. One fateful night her world comes crashing down by the claws of five unknown Lycan wolves who ended up killing her mate and shattering the only love she ever knew. While at it they mentioned a name, the name of the wolf King. And now she was on a mission to evoke vengeance on Alpha King Razhal and all those who had a hand in the murder. Verona would go on to make a pact with the infamous Mudine serpents, a dangerous sect of snakes that had been banned from the shifter world owing to a great disloyalty. In other to be accepted by them she gets rid of her weak wolf and becomes turned into a snake. Together with the three serpents, they are able to slither into the Castle rock palace and thus impersonate the new Luna/Queen, Melima, whom she bears a slight resemblance to. She cover up her tracks she kills the young girl and assumes position as Queen. But their supposed plans take a wrong turn when her heart begins to beat abnormally for the one who she must eliminate, thereby causing her to hesitate. The more she digs deep into the King and the palace of Castle rock, it becomes obvious that things were not as they appeared. Razhal was a wolf who thrives in chaos and war but that wasn’t all there was to him. The cruel King may very well indeed care about his subjects and the kingdom, while her late husband may have been a part of something dark and dangerous, so dreadful that it could destroy the entire shifter realm. Verona Poshell comes to realize that so many things were far more important than her hunger for revenge. She too must also confront some deep aspects of herself, since her own life might also have been a lie. How long would the fake Queen keep up with the deceit while trying to survive in the palace, especially when Razhal is hell-bent on finding her out; the man who also turned out to be her soul mate.