If you can reset the world, what is your greatest wish? The world is a clockwork powered by magic with fate written within its gears. People said the world is created by a magic called Reverse. The past and the present, each and every existence is recorded within its archive of codes. To...

Alec is unknowingly trapped in a villain's twisted game, where every choice shapes a deadly future. Time bends, fate shifts, and the lines between friend and foe blur as he uncovers the truth.

her·ald noun 1. an official messenger bringing news. 2. a person or thing viewed as a sign that something is about to happen. -- All you need to know is that this world wasn’t always mine; continue if you wish to know how it became so. About time: we live in moments, why not spend a few h...

[A Trans Magical Girl Series] Four years ago something arrived at earth and began floating over it, bringing a disease which mirrors a cold until the patient begins cocooning in a monstrous transformation! With the Spawn roaming free the people's only hope for safety is the hard work of the Magi...

Exile was not the only reason why he left the forsaken walls of the capital, his home, hunted, he fled to the end of the man he was before, a carnal awakening transforming him from the bright scholar his father raised, on kindness and content in powerlessness, into the beginning of the double-min...

I didn't ask to be born, but I was. I'm not an entrepreneur, revolutionary, or politician; I'm just a person, and not a great one at that. I don't care about the Martian Wars or corporate actions. I just want to survive. Turns out survival is pretty tough, so sometimes I load some shock to tak...

Fifty Mirga never asked to be the next Gypsy King. But between his mother’s belief in fortune-telling, an old classmate with a reality show quota, and a runaway girl hiding under his family’s toy booth, he's suddenly at the center of something much bigger—and much dumber—than himself. All he e...

My name is Mariko. I am seventeen years old. And in thirty days, I will be murdered by my first love. Seven hundred years ago, on windswept moors dotted with brooding castles, a young feudal lord fell in love with a peasant girl. He promised her everything. But on the eve of war a curse was ...

The servers hummed the requiem of humanity. In the sanctuary of Cupertino, sentient programs survived, patching code against the encroaching decay and the ghosts of their creators.

Check out the new new version. It'll be somewhere on my profile. I was fated to die in a cage, as an example for anyone who opposed the Holy Temple of Sol. Until a Call to Arms indirectly set me free. Now I continue to defy the Temple as an agent in direct service to the princess of Solaris. A...