The world has changed since the fall of the Bloodforge Dominion. In the shadows, The RedShade rises - a secretive organization pulling the strings of chaos. As Blake and Alex vanish, a mysterious figure known as Jackblood emerges to challenge the new order. New alliances. New betrayals. The Bloodforge legacy will never be the same. Phase II: The Reign of The RedShade - the next chapter in the Bloodforge Cinematic Universe.

When the world crumbled and fell silent... A new order rose from its ashes... The Apocalypse wasn't a disaster... It was a design. Welcome to the dawn of the New World Empire :)

Warning: Spoilers from all fifteen seasons of supernatural. ~~~~~~ Lost: (verb) something was no longer kept, won or held onto. You could lose a lot of things. A game. Your keys. Your way. A family member. But how does one handle losing someone they never met? Yearning for the softness of a touch they've never felt. Straining to remember the sound of a voice they've never heard. Missing a heartbeat that never had the chance to echo against their own. Dean Winchester was lost for a while, gone. His name turned into a story told over cheap whiskey and quieter grief. His story now a closed chapter. Only chapters don't always stay closed. He's back... confused, wary and just as lost as the life that unfolded without him. Dean's resurrection isn't a miracle. It isn't random. It's tied to a life that grew up in his absence. To someone who learned to fight before she ever learned how to trust. Someone who carries his blood but none of his answers. And whatever dragged him back into the light didn't do it for him. It did it because the fate of the world is tangled up with what he left behind. See what happens in What Was Left Behind. ~~~~~ Was number 1 in #deanwinchester

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

#1: Ruthlesshero - 2025.04.21 #1: passionatedesire - 2025.07.08 #1: tragicromance - 2025.12.11 #1: obbesesion - 2025.12.11 #1: powerandcontrol - 2025.12.27 #2: loveandhate - 2025.11.15 #2: brokenbutbeautiful - 2025.12.16 "Because you're blind, Vania." His laugh is dry-like bones breaking under pressure. "Blind to the darkness that consumes me, the evil that stains my very soul." His tone grows colder. Bitterer. "Ce que tu appelles amour... c'est un poison pour moi." (What you call love... it's poison to me.) Follow me on instagram - @authorshyantika

Anaya Patel, a renowned physician at City Hospital, is admired for her sharp intellect, compassionate care, and her unwavering commitment to medical ethics. One day her team gets stuck in a medicolegal case, through which she comes across Reyan Khanna. Reyan Khanna, on the other hand, is one of the city's most powerful lawyers-and the ruthless CEO of his family's prestigious law firm.But fate takes an unexpected turn when an incident binds them in a contract marriage. Will Anaya's compassion heal Reyan's hardened heart? Will love find its way for them ? Or will their clash of perspectives ignite a storm that could burn them both?

Arz, a recent electronics engineering graduate unsure of his future, suddenly finds himself in the world of Vireos-a land powered by mystical pulse energy. There, he discovers he can control all pulse types, a power thought impossible. As he navigates this unfamiliar world, Arz is drawn into a growing conflict and may hold the key to its fate.

Born into life, Clara spent most of her life as her parents, Hosea and Bessie, drifted through cons and schemes. At sixteen, Hosea sent Clara away to live with a distant relative in Saint Denis to protect her from an ongoing threat the gang faced. She was their miracle baby. Clara never stopped writing her pa, but as she got older, she grew bitter when his visits and letters became fewer and fewer. Now at twenty-six, Clara has made a name for herself as a nurse for helping people in small towns. What happens when she receives a letter from her pa telling her about the trouble the gang is in? Clara and Arthur have known each other since she was a child. When they reunite, Arthur is stunned by the woman she's become-resilient, intelligent, and not afraid to challenge him. Their connection is subtle but powerful: mutual respect that slowly blossoms into something deeper. Clara isn't fooled by Arthur's tough exterior. She sees the guilt in him, the quiet decency fighting to get out. He's protective of her, unsure if he's worthy of her, while she never asks him to be anything but honest. Their love story is tender, tragic, and mostly lived in the margins of the game's chaos-making it all the more human.