“It’s been 14 years since your passing. So much has happened since then. I wish I could see you all grown up now. Sometimes I wonder what we could’ve done to prevent it. Where did it all go wrong?”

Fa Wen is an elf. Well - she's a half-elf. But she's lived her entire life in the human city of Lissia. Until her father is recalled back to the Elven Kingdoms and brings his entire family with him. Now she has to reconnect with her roots and navigate through a new school. And that's just the fir...

Monika loves Janice more than anything in the world. There's no task her love can't handle. But when her pack tries to force her into mating with the alpha's brother, and kill Janice. It's time for Monika's human and wolf halves to unite for a common goal!

Vaylin always tried to do the right thing. As Asura, the spiritual and sometimes temporal guardian for the Children of the Divinity, its her job to keep the peace. But what can she do when the Elders try to tell her to ignore the plight of others? Can she even restrain herself? Or will she betray...

Note: this novel is no longer getting updated since I've given up on it. For Augustin Vigil, life at Rosewood Academy at first seems like another stifling part of a nobleman's coming-of-age journey. His expectations of a boring and relaxed school life immediately come crashing down when he bec...

In Protochara, Draftant novels are the greatest source of entertainment. Saints, a race of beings able to recreate the fictional realities they read, are often their greatest supporters, but sometimes there’s backlash when the youth of Protochara tries to imitate something dangerous from the Draf...

Curiosity can be a good thing. But in some circumstances, it's a bad thing. Especially when it drives a young feral child to explore a remote and sinister area of the Thai jungle...

Colour King has sent in Colour Dictator to deal with Crayon and his friends since his other officials failed. Crayon and his friends continue their training.

King Bobby has demanded justice against Crayon and his friends for refusing to fight in the war.

It was a joy to be alone. Everyday, I hid in my personal little space during lunchtime. I ate my personal little sandwich I made at home. I put on my personal little headphones, and I turned on my personal little phone to play a tower defense game, where the rules and goals were simple. "He...