August Hellington is a singer with dark and terrible edges, longing for a soul as twisted as his, lead by his desire and boundless passion for death. Agony. Agent of discord, feasting on violence, when his older brother leads him to war, he's quick to take arms. But the enemy has death in his stares and heavens on his face. Vilen Tereshkov is a monster feared by the many and the vile. Ex-convict working for his cousins' organisation based in Manhattan, he's sent to take down the rising opponents threatening the rise of a mob war. They answer the surname Hellington. He knows what he has to do. There is just one problem, and a dozen more: One of them looks at him like his bloodied hands are sacred. An artist falls for a muse, monsters are scared of their shadows, beasts kiss on their scars, and the line between enemy and freedom blurs too easily.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

"I am just a nobody, making my way in this world." Set in a world that had survived the apocalypse itself. A group of dysfunctional people attempt to live their life and find peace while dealing with a society run by magic and nobility. The story has multiple characters, each having their own issues to resolve and desire to fulfill, all while the threat of an ongoing war looms over their existence. TW: Violence, Death, Teenage Pregnancy, War

"This..." His lips parted but no words followed and his grip on my scorched hand loosened. "...Is a reminder that I have to burn several times more to rise again." A smile articulated on my lips and I intervened my fingers to his. ❁┈┈┈❅ ⋞〈 ✿ 〉⋟ ❅┈┈┈❁ Her kohl painted eyes smeared due to the tears of blood washing them away. Throughout her life, she desired his love, just a word from him was enough to expend her entire existence for his cause. From opposing her parents to getting him the throne, she did everything to support him but in all this, she failed to notice the demon within her love. Deceived her entire life, when thrown in the embrace of flames, she vowed revenge. Within the blanket of blazes her skin charred and like some twisted game, fate sends her soul to the body of her younger self. Revenge runs in her veins but the longing to live a little lingers too. Unfold the tale of princess Vijetri when she receives the dubious-looking boon of another chance at life. cover credits: @the.cover.craze Co-author: @behind-the-glasses

Park Jeong Hyeon did not have any regrets. He had lived his whole life adhering to the principles behind the name that he had been bestowed with. ['Jeong 正'] which means 'right/proper'; ['Hyeon 현'] which means 'bright'; He was intelligent, never experiencing any major hurdle in his childhood, youth, and adulthood. He had lived properly and was amiable to everyone, placing his family and close friends above others, even his own need sometimes. Was that why his beautiful elegant wife of ten years decided to off him to the after-world? He thought he had done everything 'right' for her, spoiling her and even raised her children from another man, loving them like his own. Because he was always kind and gentle, and did everything 'proper', did she think he was not manly enough? But death was the end anyway, and he would not be able to learn from his mistakes. As he closed his eyes, feeling aggrieved for having lived as a fool, he was greeted by two deities - or so they claimed. They made an offer he could not refuse: to live different lives in the three thousand worlds; to right the wrongs; to be kind to those who deserve it; and slap the faces of those who had been affected by malice and hurt innocent people. This time, Jeong Hyeon would live his lives to the fullest, love those who are worthy, help aggrieved souls who would be suffering because of the growing malice that had escaped to different worlds he would be travelling to. All with the help of the pair of deities who obviously had too much time on their hands.