While the prisoners were being brought in, Talon had already copied the princess’s psyche, broken it down, and built the perfect mental cue from it. The prisoners wouldn’t have her memories, but their way of thinking, moving, even their subtle habits were all precise reflections of Princess Telsma.When they finally stood up, Telsma herself was left speechless. Each of the prisoners mirrored her posture, her expressions, even her manner of speech, though their voices were different, the rise and fall of their words was spot on. After glancing at their filthy rags, they began to look themselves over in confusion.“Why don’t I remember anything?” one asked, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece together how she’d ended up like this.It didn’t take long before they started questioning who was real, or pondering

If humans can be categorized based on their horoscope, or element, then Demons could be categorized based on the vice they are cursed with. It is unknown whether this curse is truly a curse, but it does affect their entire race. Vanity, envy, gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and wrath. Each demon exhibits one of these vices and is controlled by it. However, the stronger the demon, the more they can suppress the influence, allowing them to make decisions and take actions not clouded by their vice. It is unknown whether or not the demons simply enjoy this, but hardly do demons care enough to suppress themselves.Excerpt from ‘Memoir of Xane the Hell Slayer’ by Demon Hunter Xane.—Chapter 51: Demon of PrideKi’lan moaned in pleasure as he savoured the taste of the red fruit he couldn’t recognize but loved all the same. Most of the delicacies of this world were foreign to him, but that only made them exotic. His hands wandered over the skin of one of the women he held close. They were bar

The shadows welcomed him like old friends.Cloaked in silence, the assassin crouched on the roof of the royal stables. His form rippled faintly—flesh shifting between demon and man, face half-formed. His body wouldn’t hold the shape for long, it was difficult to use this racial talent while casting a spell as complex as time-lag. Even more so, when his thoughts were clouded by anger.He stared out at the palace. The outer halls still stank of magic and incense, but nothing masked the stench of failure in his nose.The girl he killed wasn’t the princess.He clicked his tongue, sharp and dry. It wasn’t frustration at the mistake—it was the insult. The gall. That he, Vel’kaath of the Thousand Eyes, would be fed false intel. Worse still, that it had come from the humans' own

Finally done with school sessions and projects!!!!!! Hehe, yeah, I missed writing; now I can focus on satisfying a lot of appetites, mine included.

The Dimension Corridor, an endless void between realities. Tears of space yawned open and sealed shut without warning, wormholes flickered in and out of existence like sparks in a storm. Each one could lead to riches, or to death. Powerful veterans had learned this truth with sweat and blood, but Veyra didn’t hesitate. Probable death from the void wormholes was still better than the certain death closing in behind her.Figures streaked after her like bolts of crimson lightning. They looked human at first glance—perfect skin, elegant features—but their blood-red irises betrayed them.“Your Highness, return with us. His Majesty will not make things difficult for you.” The leading man’s voice carried through the void.Although he sounded amiable, the blood chains being condensed by his subordinates didn’t reassure Veyra at all. She picked up the pace, blood lilies blooming under her feet with each step. Within moments, she had crossed a kilometer in just a few steps, but her pursuers wer