"Skye, please," Jaxon's voice was desperate, but I couldn't bear to look at him after what I'd learned. "Listen to me first, baby." "Skye, please. My situation is difficult. Just give me a chance to explain. I have too much on my plate." I shook my head. "No, I don't need to hear your lies....

A lot of people has to leave their own land due wars, yet their heart still lingers to be there... Some would give up with fear, others will go back... Even if it means that they will only go there to die.

“Eros loved a woman. When she died, he asked his brother to keep her by his side. But she grew to loathe him because he enjoyed the warmth of life while she was alone in the cold. So, he cursed all lovers to be betrayed by death like he had been by his own brother.” “Did he let her go?” “He...

I Will show you how much i love you!

The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...

I'm always with you. Maybe in the back of your mind, or just outside your window. No matter where you go I'll be there waiting. I'm your friend after all.

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...

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.

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.