Is this really the correct answer—to leave my family, friends, and my normalness. I want to believe that I can manage that burden. Mary. “It’s better when you don’t think about it, but if you do—don’t use some half ass reason to justify it.” My life changed the moment I met you, and I swear...

Hikaru Shibe, 17 years old, highschool student, attached with normalancy with life, getting bullied was even considered as normalcy for him. But this situation he got involved with was unrealistic. Hellbound Classrom, A death game begins as an "angel" appears completely shattering his life. ...

In a modern world where certain individuals have powers it's only a matter of time before the just clash with the malicious and unjust. Our story follows neither an apostle of justice or an acolyte of crime, but a fool unsure of his own role. With a ruined career and basically nothing to his n...

The story of the light of hope that begins to dim slowly, because of darkness.

Spring 1986, Kabane Kazuya (かばね和也), a third-year high school student, struggles with the pain of a traumatic event that he cannot even properly recall, and as a coping mechanism, he has turned to a life of juvenile crime. However, when he gets caught up in a Cold War plot and a new, more sinister...

liz has been hopelessly obsessed with her classmate gerald, despite his continued rejections. In a twisted act of desperation, she kidnaps him and takes him to an abandoned mansion. There, the boy discovers a beautiful painting of a girl in a Victorian dress. He is approached by an apparition, wh...

What would happen if the God of Death, while performing his ordinary duties, found someone immune to his tricks? Beware the twisted consequences of this grim encounter, brought upon by fate, that entangled their stories together.

Eros, the eternal painter, dwells on his current circumstances.

In the wake of a tragedy, despite wishing for death, I'd always be rejected by Thanatos. No matter what I tried, 'she' would always stop me. But why? Isn't 'she' the God of Death? I can only keep trying to solve the mysteries of life and death. Are they the reason for her rejection? Or was th...

You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”