A hiker has gone missing. Thus, our protagonist, Štefan Picante, must find him. He does find him, but the hiker is now a skeleton, though his journal is found nearby. Just what tale does the journal hold?

Agree, each of us is afraid of the darkness, or rather, of what hides there: under-the-bed monsters, ghosts, and forest creatures. But we must always remember that the most terrifying monster has always been, is, and will be a human being. But what if we mix all of this? Here, you will find stori...

If you can reset the world, what is your greatest wish? The world is a clockwork powered by magic with fate written within its gears. People said the world is created by a magic called Reverse. The past and the present, each and every existence is recorded within its archive of codes. To...

The perfect beautiful girl, a bishoujo, got herself a boyfriend? A childhood friend, with his unrequited love for her, denies the responsibility lol But why? His past seems to have the answer. What happened? What entailed did something to their relationship, but he's gonna get an earful from...

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 a distant future where space travel is accessible to everyone, a solitary astronaut was stranded far from home after a failed mission severely damaged his spaceship. While working to fix the broken vehicle, he comes across another astronaut, a mysterious and alluring woman. The two immediat...

One day, a cute idol named Nami decided to stream a creepy game for fun. Then in front of nearly 15,000 live viewers, she was kidnapped by mysterious government agents. Now, one of her most diehard fans seeks to save her from the clutches of her mysterious captors.

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...