"I will love you until the day I die. Even if my mind has grown old and I do not remember myself, I will remember you." ~~~~~~~~ Rhynys Jodan had everything figured out: a scholarship paid for by the Citadel, the incredible elemental abilities passed through the Jodan line, a dragon swift enough to take her across the sea to Lovander, and a place to learn among the most promising mages of her generation. The only thing she hadn't accounted for was Nedim Bhehle. A wealthy human with an innate, unexplainable talent for magic, Nedim has skipped years of schooling to join Rhynys's advanced classes. To Rhynys, he's an arrogant outsider who bought his way into a place he hasn't earned. To Nedim, she's an entitled mage whose famous surname earns her respect she doesn't deserve. She hates him. But between magical exams, dangerous lessons, ancient ruins, and a rivalry neither of them is willing to lose, Rhynys and Nedim find themselves spending far more time together than either would like. And somewhere between the arguments and a magical quest, the line between hatred and something else begins to blur. Warning: this story contains mature content and is intended for a mature audience. Art by: 9eujang. #1 heterosexual 8/31/2027 #1 collegefantasy 9/1/2027

Imagine, just for a second, let's imagine you end up somehow travelling into your favourite book. Then you started working your magic and you cosy up to the male lead who was supposed to get you killed or you make the demon lord fall in love with you so he can protect you from your imminent death. And woah you got your happy ending. But now let's imagine a completely different scenario where you end up in a book you read like 10 pages of (including the ending). And you find yourself literally dropped into the lap of a psychopathic rival who enjoys just a teeny bit of bloodshed. He's also the guy who killed your favourite character and not to mention you. But then you hold on for a second because you realise you're not dead and he wants to use you as an immortal tool to sharpen his aim. Well that's the story I ended up living in. And I've got one request from Mr. Villain over there, please spare me!

Never in my life did I ever think I'd be reincarnated. As far as I'm aware, being able to reincarnate means being good in your previous life, and being given a chance to restart your life anew. Although I don't consider myself particularly good, I'm not bad either. I simply existed somewhere in between. Regardless, I never expected to wake up inside a fantasy novel! And not just any novel, but a "dark romance", as my sister would call it. The kind with an obsessive male lead willing to go to any lengths to protect his delicate, soft-spoken heroine. Even if it meant murder. I had read the story before, and yes, it was undeniably cliché. But now, I find myself trapped within said story, cast as the villain, destined to meet my end at the hands of the possessive, and dangerously unhinged male lead. I can't tell if this world despises me or if it's offering me a twisted kind of opportunity. But one thing is for certain: I have to survive. And I need to find a way out. "Things can't possibly get worse than this... right?" - MC. Not edited, so it may have some mistakes. If you see things that don't really make sense, please leave a comment and let me know :) Credits to the original artist of the cover.

Everyone sees colors normally... except me. When people are angry, when they lie, when they mean harm... I see red. Threads, shadows, and eyes watching me from places that shouldn't be there. I thought my ability was just a curse, until the city began to change, and people disappeared one by one, as if something was awakening beneath it. And the closer I got to the truth... the red began to engulf me too.