The Hanabi Buso were once a team of Magical Girls that saved the world countless times, and the Osoroshi Kaidame were once the most feared group of villains in all of Japan. But that was fourteen years ago. Nowadays there is only two left. The leader of the once terrifying villains Kaiyo Omo, or ...

This world is strange. Very strange. It's a world ruled by fools that play god. It's a world full of blessings. But well, it's also a world full of curses.

What does two friends who haven't met each other in years do to catch up? Well, whatever it is, it's certainly not hanging the other one upside down to a tree. Yet, Erik, a hunter from the countryside, finds himself in such a situation when he reunites with his childhood friend, Aria, who has jus...

A young man attempts to prevent the suicide of his sister's friend but ends up dying with her. He wakes up completely alone and lost in a dark forest, in a new world full of beast people and worst--or best?--of all, in the body of the girl he tried to save.

Like the title suggests, ONE SHOT is a collection short stories. ~ One time. That's all they have. A group of vastly different individuals have gathered to leave an impactful impression through an intriguing sequence of events. This is their moment. A chance to tell their story. Their ...

In this world there are things, things in which the stubborn mortal mind has played off to be myth. With time, claiming fact to be nothing more than fiction. It is when shown these things that a decision must be reached. Can their sanity withstand the truth? Some prevail, while others are lost. S...

part of my, jjk x y/n small book series (i feel like i spelled that wrong... idk cuz im mostly asleep rn)

part of my, jjk x y/n small book series (i feel like i spelled that wrong... idk cuz im mostly asleep rn)

"Tell me, boy. Do you wish to live?" As I bleed out on the floor, gasping for air, an ethereal creature with eyes the color of blood looms over me, staring at me with a dreadfully, revenant expression. Orbs of Ichor, watch me mysteriously.

“Mari, Do you think everyone can pass through the gates of heaven?” Grace asked me those words in class one day. A simple question, no more than a passing thought to ignore the horrors of English lit. But, when we ran into each other again, she hinted there may be more to those words than...