Silence was supposed to be Raven's forever-roommate — until it wasn't. Ever since his best friend told him she was going to move in, he isn't sure what to do with another person in the dorm due to trauma. Though with the help of other friends, he slowly accepts her into his life more than he thou...

Who decides who is cursed and who is blessed? Who decides who deserves to live and who should die? Who decides when the majority is right—and when they're monsters? I was the boy who saw things no one else could see. The boy who survived a fire that killed his parents. The boy the villa...

Contract Holders, System Growth

What if what we knew of the Norse Mythology was just stories about the remnants of their society and world? The destroyer was a life devouring beast the Raganrog whos name was changed over time to become Ragnarok. But what happened to that world? The Vitan Central Command tasked to restoring the ...

I’m simply providing free concepts for characters, systems or worlds. I’m mainly writing these out of boredom

It is the year 2031. Crime has run rampant in the city of Tokyo, Japan. Violence murders has almost reigned supreme, and the constant rise of Mob Wars and Crime Family has almost become too difficult for even the police to handle. That is, until, an unexpected miracle occurred when a group of Fir...

In a forest-ruled world divided into three regions, rare Melob Trees grant deadly powers only to the pure-hearted. Four boys—each scarred by betrayal, war, and loss—wield forbidden abilities that shorten their lives. As wars rise and a corrupt paradise called Heavens Island watches from above, th...

In the age of the gods, even mortal men sometimes seem worlds apart. At the dawn of Japanese civilization, a time remembered now only in myth and song, the western island of Tsukushi is divided between three peoples: the Yamato, mighty conquerors and city-builders who settle in the north; the ...

The gun was dead weight in Zion’s hand, its metallic bite leaching through his skin and into the bone, as if he were gripping winter itself. His fingers twitched around the trigger, useless, betraying him, while the taste of pennies and bile spread across his tongue. Fear wasn’t a rush—it was a s...