"The world doesn't care about your stories. It only cares if you're still breathing." Eight hundred years after the collapse of the Zenith Era, humanity endures in the shadow of a forgotten science they have come to worship as divine: the Vein. In the East, the Sanctum of Aurelion enforces purity through fire that burning those whose blood carries the so-called sin of impurity. In the West, the Aurex Consortium refines human existence into a resource, feeding their vast industrial engines with the life-force of the desperate through a merciless system known as the Vein Tax. Vael is not a hero. He is a ghost walking a world reduced to ash. There is something wrong with him, something that keeps him standing when he shouldn't be, and leaves him emptier each time it does. He remembers nothing of what came before, only a cold, persistent instinct to keep moving. He does not seek to save the world; to him, hope is merely a slower way to die. But something long buried has begun to stir again, something even the Sanctum's fire was never able to truly erase. The Black Vein. It is not simply a disease. It is a refusal. A fracture in the system itself. A remnant of something older, something that should have remained forgotten. And somewhere within its silence, something is watching, through their eyes. Something that remembers a world before it turned to ash. When a fractured resonance draws Vael into the orbit of a girl protecting a forbidden truth, and a High Executioner whose faith has hardened into something unbreakable, he is forced to move through a land where every form of power is born from suffering. In a world shaped by the Vein, the question is no longer who will survive. But what it means to remain human when your blood is no longer your own. --- This is an original work by me and is also published on Royal Road.

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

"He is a King among women. A Hashiri of Prophecy. And most importantly, he will be the savior... or the end of our Empire." A war across the lands devastated the Hashiri Empire, all because a little baby boy was born. Dinraal, the first male to be born in a thousand years to the Hashiri women. A treaty was met and Dinraal was to be handed to the Empire, to be raised as a King among women. The empire took everything from her. Her home, her family. Everything... Ziphora, vowed to be the end of the Empirical lineage and rule. The enemy of the Empire, the Gyjing were once thought to be dead, but are very much alive and Ziphora remained devoted to them. When Dinraal's best friend is taken by a rumored dead clan, the Gyjing, Ziphora's and Dinraal's paths cross and the Empire would never be the same...

what.....what's this? oh that's a monster.. right? my head... where is it? i can't find it. where's everyone? where am i? where's my wife?! I will be posting this story to royal road

Lyra Corvin has lived her life on the run- hunted, alone and branded a monster. Then she meets Finn, a boy with jade eyes who sees her for more than her family's sins. AUTHORS NOTE: I'm a teen author who just writes for fun, this is one of my first stories. I would really appretiate any feedback or suggestions to help me grow! (new chapter every friday)

Some secrets are hidden from people , but some of them are from the world itself . When you know it , you will be surprised yourself . So, you better search for those mysteries and secrets , instead of believing what this world tells you !!!......🔍🔍🔐

Ever truly wondered what it's like to be someone else? Not just to walk a mile in their shoes, but to feel the very beat of their heart, the weight of their secrets, the rush of their triumphs? When I Stepped Into Your Skin is an invitation to do just that. This deeply human poetry collection peels back the layers of judgment and distance, offering raw, intimate glimpses into lives both familiar and profoundly unknown. Imagine inhabiting the skin of someone you've always admired, finally understanding the quiet battles behind their brilliance. Or perhaps feeling the invisible struggles of the person you barely notice, discovering the rich tapestry of emotion woven into their everyday. Each poem is a fearless leap of empathy, a moment where the 'I' dissolves into the 'you,' revealing the fear, joy, resilience, and loneliness that bind us all.

Jason came home from prison to find his parents slaughtered and an injured wolf bleeding in their house. Assuming that he caught the culprit red-handed, he didn't hesitate. He beat the wolf, tortured it, and kept it as punishment for the crime he was sure it committed. Hatred turned into routine, routine into obsession. And somehow, the wolf became the only thing that never left him. It became his beloved pet. When Jason finally let it go, hoping to rid himself of the past, his beloved pet shifted into a human being. Into Kyle. A living boy. What happens when Jason realise that he didn't just imprison a monster but destroyed the one person bound to him by fate? A dark paranormal romance about cruelty, guilt, and an unforgivable bond that refuses to break.

Born a peasant in a world ruled by noble blood, Shaun Thunderhawk dreams of the impossible-becoming the World's Strongest Magus. At Silver Heaven Academy, where status matters more than talent, Shaun and his childhood friend Natasha must survive ruthless rivals, hidden politics, and the cruel hierarchy of magic. But when a mysterious princess seeks Shaun's help, his quiet academy life shatters. A missing royal, sealed gods, and the shadow of the Evil God Lucius pull him into a destiny that could reshape the world itself. To rise as a legend, Shaun must defy nobles, gods, and fate itself-or watch the world burn. #Thebooksersawards #Thebookrewards

From a young age, I have always held myself in higher regard than my family did. I believed that I could work anything out. All my classmates were in awe of me. I naturally exerted power over them, and they elected me as class representative time and time again. At home, a baseball bat reminded me to obey my mum every time I tried to prove her wrong. Why was it so hard to see that one plus one equals two? Being beaten and isolated in a sardine can for long periods of time led me to the world of words in the thesaurus to help me cope with my difficult life. However, I no longer recognise the person I have become....... Author's Note 📝 All of my writing and photography is original. You must obtain permission to download, share, or use them for any purpose. ♡♡♡♡♡ 심금