There was a tale of those who, upon seeing Thanatos, leaped into the night. However, there is the tale of those who, upon encountering Eros, ventured into the day.

The revolution has won. The King and Queen are already dead. Only the Princess remains. And tomorrow, she'll die too. Yet she organized one last ball. Amidst all the hate, and in the face of death, she will dance the most beautifully. How to live when you know you'll die ? How to love when you ...

For the realm of mortals, nothing is actually as it seems.

As a virus spreads through the heart of Eros City, Detective Kean is on a relentless quest to unravel a string of mysterious suicides that defy explanation. A short story written for the YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest. Feedback encouraged and appreciated.

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

On the very outskirts of the town, there is an old and tall building. It is high enough that it reaches the sky itself. At the very top, there is an apartment. It has been years since anyone has gone in or out. It has become a subject of legends and rumors among the residents. Just what or wh...

In a haunting hospital room, Kota's battle between life and death unfolds. Rejected by his "God of Death," he seeks oblivion, but a voice from his past, his "God of Life," pulls him back. Two gods, one in the night sky and one in the daylight, define his choice, leading to a surprising revelation.

In a town veiled in mist and mystery, a enigmatic lawyer known as the Advocate of Death passes judgment. But one day, an innocent woman is accused. This woman will prove that justice can be found not only behind darkened eyes, but within hearts as well.

The old and dilapidated, this house had shouldered the weight of experiences. The creaks of the wooden floorboards seemed to whisper that they carried the burden of years. I, Kuro, could feel the silence and weariness within these walls. The air was filled with the scent of old wood and faded ...