This is a story about the three Witch Queen sisters of OZ. Especially the Wicked Witch of the West. This is a story about good, evil, and choices, and the one’s some can’t make. What can one do if they are focused to ether be good, or evil?

In a post-apocalyptic world ruled by tyrant mammalians and ran on "human agriculture", Chinatsu, a young veterinarian with a troubled past, possesses skills and intelligence which will move her up in the ranks and be held in high regard by General Romano, the Meishan ruler of her ranch. In th...

In a post-apocalyptic world where the atmosphere layer is completely destroyed and the survivors have to live in an artificial atmosphere, two young people whose paths cross, will put their tragic pasts aside and try to be each other's medicine.

Mutants, mechs, n’ mayhem! Join Johnny Millenium in a distant future as he uncovers secrets in a dark and dystopian landscape.

Marked by the blood of dragons and feared by her village, Laya is forced to leave her family and come to live with Niar, the high Keeper. My would be entry for "End is near" if i would have time to write it fully😅

A voice called in the light. It sang songs of fire, water, earth, wind, and life. From it, all things are born. Another voice called from the darkness. It only sang of death and decay. From it, all things die. All things end. All things rot. All things decay. Rell is an average Holy Knight ...

In two days, the clocktower in the centre of the island will strike 0. All residents know this means the end. Escaping the island surely results in drowning. The only two ways to escape are to wait for the clock to hit 0, or to do it yourself. Only a handful have even made it to these final days,...

Rancid smoke and blueing copper crawls its way around derelict slums, while a pristine castle stands high above. A young boy grows in this harsh land of dwindling food and coal. Yet unbeknownst to him, he stumbles into a secret far greater than he could ever imagine.

A boy loves his ****.

“When they failed to kill us defectives, the Pure shut us out. That was in March. Most of the Rebels died in May. As for the rest of us, we’ll all be dead by winter.” In a future where humans are born missing vital organs, and heat is the only resource convertible into energy, most defective...