A Great Goose once guarded the lands of Graldnorna long ago, not with kindness, but terror. Time has turned it into nothing but a story told to the next generation. This is the tale of those who fight to keep it bound. Those who fight to keep the future bright.

When rumors of a brainwashed town reach detective Kaito's ears, he expects a simple case of mass hysteria. What he finds is a silent, perfect community hiding a terrible secret at its core: a pristine castle and the ancient, self-created entity sleeping within. His investigation becomes a descent...

Cover Description As snow gently falls around them, two souls stand on the edge of a farewell. A girl with tear-streaked cheeks clutches her scarf tightly, the chill of winter no match for the ache in her heart. Behind her, a quiet boy watches, his eyes filled with unspoken sorrow and memori...

"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.

They call me an omen. A warning. A monster. They don’t know the truth. Point Pleasant is my city, and I protect it. I watch from the rooftops, red eyes glowing in the night, waiting for the next disaster to strike. But no matter how many people I save, they still fear me. And now he's ba...

Man, lost in life after commiting horrible crimes in the Great War is trying to seek a guidance from god. Little does he know that god isn't the best role model.

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

In the world of Folk. ParrotFolk, people with parrot wings fly over head, and mimic voices. BatFolk, MothFolk, and OwlFolk rule the night. And BeeFolk speak, with gossamer wings. This is some of their stories.

Scrap was a fitting enough nickname. I was kicked out of my parents house at eighteen. Begging for scraps until I was twenty-one. At twenty-two they found me looking for scarp parts. I fixed up the generator to make up for the stuff I stole. A few months later I was the only one left alive. They...

The burning cold makes monsters out of us all.