What's the big deal With the Dead? And what with life? Why would we live por why Would be rather die. In this Short story, Thanar will ramble into this questions along with Elysia.

For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.

Jack is on a journey to take revenge against the man who killed his parents when he was four. Thirteen years later he goes out into the world to finally get the justice he deserves. Through the journey he finds many allies and slowly learns the truth about the man and what happened that day thirt...

A story of recovery and embracing life.

Rikka akari accidentally catches the famous young idol 'Sariel' the main vocalist of a popular boy band walking by the entrance of her school, getting captured by her camera recording in live. The video of her and Sariel goes viral, It got more views than she ever imagined, spreads like wildfir...

If you can't live and you can't die under your own power, what's left? This is the story of a boy in the prison of his own body. Unable to move, unable to speak, unable even to bite his tongue. He and the woman who appears with the moonlight. Cover: Leonardo AI

Drop bear Dumbee's back mates! There's new isekaid animal friends, more dumb action, and perhaps a yaoi yowie. All that an more in Yowie Hunt Season 2.

Eros, the God of Life and Thanatos, the God of Death, are infamously known throughout the world. The people of Eros desire to live and create life in order to please their god and the people of Thanatos desire to die in order to please their own. That being said, Yakuto is stuck in the middle as ...

They said there are two Gods that rule this world. Eros, The God who brings life and Thanatos who brings death. Both of them could appear in front of a person depending on who they were. Well, I never believe on any myths like this on the first place.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...