The story starts with a funeral of Albert Crane. His grandson finds his journal that reveals more about his grandfather and a shocking revelation.

Nadira is in ruins, and Ayana faces impossible choices. In a world ravaged by war, who can she trust when every decision could be her last? What would you sacrifice to survive? Brace yourself for an intense journey where the truth may be darker than you can imagine. Do you have the courage to fin...

After the apocalyptic event 22 years ago some people suddenly began to exhibit signs of powers. Each seemly the most compatible with your personality, and your art. Take photographs, suddenly be able to have a real photographic memory. You can sing, well now you have vocal manipulation. Jessa Blo...

A girl walks with a man along a cherry blossom path, leaving behind a trail of grey in their wake.

if you had to choose between saving the world or your beloved ones yourself included, what would it be? hope or happiness? Without hope, there would be no happiness and yet without happiness hope would be meanless. joy is not always what we think, sometimes we feel lost and hopeless just adrift...

The boy never understood the ruckus about the Thanatos', nor the Eros'. Until he saw a girl ruled by Thanatos. Everything felt alright, until he realized something; They fell through the night, holding each other's hand.

Thanatos has stolen away someone very important to me. Someone who is my reason to live. He is seeing the God of Death even though he is ruled by Eros. The God of Death will lead him towards death. I’m caught between two choices… In life, we swing back and forth, joy to sadness, hope to despair....

"Follow me into the night." "What is keeping you tethered to the light?" —Is this a novel? A poem? Who knows? For now, it's about two lovers, with one convincing the other, to go.....

Do not look down over the precipice’s edge. That’s the secret, you see: You always have to look up. That way you can only fly, and you never fall.

It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.