I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

Genji Fukawa, an isolent and cold highschool student get summoned to another world via an anonymous mail offering him a chance to meet his dead friend and first love. Upon entering the new world, what waited for him wasn't Nanami but a cruel place with one law: Weaks are meat, strongs do eat. Wi...

Ace, the superstar of the century, is in for the ride of his life when everything he's ever known suddenly changes. After an accident during a concert, Ace is transported to a completely different world where he is resolved to rebuild his successful career of being an idol, but in this world, the...

An alien named Nero suddenly finds herself trying to live a normal life amidst an entire other species. Tetsu has to both guide her in the ways of the earth and show her what it means to be human, to love.

A writer who was afflicted with TGA and had obsession with writing and an enigmatic girl who worked at clubs for living---fell in love with each other. But as lovely as it was, the painful their love had become over time. But his condition didn't stop her from loving him, neither could reality as...

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

It never crossed his mind that he was not fighting Thanatos, but actively being pursued by him, through her. She is his muse. His temptress. And he is irreversibly entranced by her.

"Incompetent", that's how you describe the good guys. God wouldn't have created good and evil if only one could exist, don't you think? That's not my business anyway, I just have to stay alive and save a girl. Which one you ask? Good question, I honestly have no idea.

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

In the dead of night, in a fading records store, there was a woman, plagued with questions and a ghost in search for answers. As the evening stretches on and on, unuttered thoughts and veiled feelings lingered in the air like a familiar tune. With the unexpected meeting of two lost souls, will th...