A life that wants nothing more than to embrace Thanatos, but is pulled back towards life by others through the words "I love you."

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 ...

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.

The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

"Do you know what liars get Mrs. Jean? They get sent to hell" He said

After the suicide of the characters from “an invitation from Thanatos”, the name of the god of death spread far and wide, appealing to those endeared to death as their salvation, including kuro who struggles with his emotions. After meeting a certain girl he’s shoved into making a decision betwe...

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

I don't want to fall in love anymore! I have enough with this! If only I don't know her, my life will be more easier. I want to end my life! "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Who is her suddenly appear in my life? What she want from me? What will happen with my life after this?

Mike becomes entranced by a girl with an uncanny resemblance to his first crush. As they share their deepest pains and hopes, they confront the fragility of life and the balance between joy and suffering. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the pursuit of beauty in a world marked by tragedy.

“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...