Lindiriel sets out on a journey to prove herself as a mage dreaming about becoming hero but....age of heroes ended long time ago and no one have any need for offensive spells she worked so hard to master Tila was pretty happy rogue until she stumbled on talisman created by Lindiriel and get tr...
Kaito Tanaka's quest for a boring life is ruined by his friends in the Paranormal Club when they drag him to investigate a slimy ghost. The ghost, a blob of green goo, latches onto Kaito. After several failed exorcisms, an annoyed Kaito yells at the creature to get a hobby. This outburst unexp...
Ravens flock. Wolves run in packs. Yet sometimes, across the boundaries of species, a lone raven and a lone wolf choose each other - and something enduring is born. Corvina Umbrae and Akane Mochizuki are no different. Nine-year-old Corvina is all velvet gloves and quiet power, an heiress born...
A mysterious woman shows up at Stanley's door, sheltering from the cold. What will follow will lead to betrayal and blood as Stanley must decide how far to go in order to protect what matters to him. Whatever the outcome, Stanley knows one thing for sure that Snow in early spring is a beautiful.
Loafnir thought he'd been transported to another world—swept up in a grand cosmic event and deposited in a land of strange people, open fields, and unexplained cheese nips. Turns out... he was just in a remote village with no Wi-Fi. In this heartwarming, laugh-out-loud Christian fantasy, fo...
I write the synopsis in the first chapter... Cause it wasn't short enough to put here, sry
Yuuwaku Kumoshi is a teenager who, like everyone else, is searching for true happiness. She is tired of being judged and trying to fit in as a normal person. She wants to try new things, legal or not. Little does she know that choices can be irreversible, especially the wrong ones.
The Goddess of Despair has a simple goal: to cause as much despair as possible. What would be the easiest way to achieve that? By destroying as many universes as possible.
A small, artsy town called Halewood nestled near a forested lake, known for its community of creatives, weekend farmers’ markets, and slow rhythms.
I’ve always believed that art reflects the artist’s soul. Because art is the language of the soul. And yours... yours is full of life. To me, art is like an offering, too. To a world that has given me so little, to a world that has taken from me so much, it is my offering. My good will. In hopes ...