The reaper of the apocalypse has been unwilling forced into the body of a scum prince destined for death. He decides, the best way to spend this new life is to live aimlessly and freely. A leisure life with no problems, here he comes! But of course, from the pages of the novel he read, the protagonist stares right at him. "Soren Rosenbaum," says the man, sword gleaming under the watchful sun. "Who the hell are you?" --- One sentence summery: In which a hippo (Raphael) and a sloth (Soren) bicker and find their salvation.

Kaden Chauvet awakes in the same cold room that he remembers, seeing the reflection of pale viridescent eyes that scream curses at his mind. This is a beginning; a second chance that he would rather forsake than claim. Time has reversed, and he is back to play the role of an obedient fool-only, he no longer has any intentions of wagging his tail and committing the heinous crimes that he once did. He will save everyone; and then face his judgement. The judgement that comes in the raven-scaled hands of the heroic, slightly quiet, and son of the Dragon bloodline, Noah Bellamy. And yet the man claims, "I want to save you, fool." And another tearfully cries, "Please don't die. Not again, never again." And another's graceful voice pleads, "I don't wish to witness your demise again." Kaden stares, utterly confused. "What?" --- One sentence summary: In which a terrible sinner seeks redemption and amusement by relentlessly teasing an irritated dragon.

Jun Yibai is a beta, a near faceless man in a crowd of exceptional people. From the successful and powerful Alphas to the beautiful and refined Omegas, he is so far from their reach, he's practically underground. Knowing this, he tries his best to remain anonymous, just a mob character. Yet for some reason, exceptional people don't want to leav him to his life as a side character. Was it too much just to live his life without some Alpha pinning him to walls or some omega begging to have his babies? He was a beta, for fucks sake!

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

Lord Tanden is finally free. Free from his family's obligations, free to sail around the world, free to explore. It's all he's ever wanted, to be allowed to experience everything life has to offer, away from the stuffy meeting halls of his childhood. To indulge his wanderlust. However, wanderlust isn't the only thing he's after. Captain Tanden is rich, he's charming, and he's handsome. He knows he can get the prettiest girl or the most attractive man in every port. Yet, he knows that none of them will hold his interest for long. He's always moved quickly, from one country to the next, from one lover to someone else. No one can keep up, but he doesn't mind. Tanden's life and adventures are a game he's destined to play on his own. But then he meets Soren in a bar, and things change. Soren isn't just an excellent sailor and fantastic candidate for first mate, he might be capable of keeping up. He might be the only person willing to play Tanden's game.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

His orders were simple: interrogate the Demon prince and then kill him. He can't afford to pity the Demon--much less fall for him. *** Fourteen years ago, the Demons conquered the world, decimating the Guardian order and enslaving humanity. Now, the last Guardians live underground, quietly rebuilding and waiting for a chance to strike back. Remgar, a noble Guardian hardened by loss, is honored with a mission of vengeance: interrogate the High Demon Prince and break him. It seems like a dream come true-until he meets the prisoner. Isalio, the younger brother of the Demon High Prince, is sarcastic, disarmingly sweet, and far too human. As forbidden feelings percolate between interrogator and captive, Remgar is forced to confront a truth more terrifying than any Demon: he doesn't want to break Isalio. He wants to save him. Torn between the oath he swore and the heart he never meant to offer, Remgar must decide what kind of Guardian he truly is. Because in a world where evil reigns and love is a death sentence, choosing wrong could doom them both. WARNING: This story contains content that may not be suitable for some readers.