Cruel

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

Claude is an unlucky vampire. when he was dying, the angel of death never came to take his life. What came was a terrifying creature named Memória. Memória had come to cast a curse on Claude, as punishment from the Creator for killing humans just for fun. The curse that Memória had given him was a formidable task that Claude had to complete before the curse could end.

The world rejects the weak and embraces the strong, how was this fair towards those born with no standing? Raphael a child of poverty refuses to accept his fate born into a impoverished family and seeks to find his true origin of strength.

"There are two types of people in the world after going to hell, the ones who will do anything to protect others so that they don't go through the same pain as them and the other who will do anything to let the world know about their pain, the former is called a hero and the latter is called a villain and I shall be a Villain"- Zhan

What did Sam find out? What do the horrific nightmares mean? Whose shadow does he keep seeing? After trying to hold on to his sanity that was lost along with his wife and child, Sam pushes himself into writing a new book based on the story of William, a young boy who haunts him day and night in Sam's newly purchased home. All the while the townspeople are looking down on him for not farming the land where the house is located, Sam discovers a mystery of abuse, accusations, and secrets.

Armand didn't know what to do when he came home from school, and suddenly his grandparents were found lifeless in a terrible condition. A bloody inscription on the wall asked him to return The Sacred Stone. An heirloom stone that should be in hell. The stone is held by a devil named Daemon. Now the demon is targeting Armand to return The Sacred Stone immediately.

In an urban city with dark pasts, on the night of a full lunar moon, a pregnant maid returning from work was raped to death by three drunk men. Her death was enough to nudge them to their senses... They buried her. A day after the corpse had tasted moistures and gloom, a snake crawled its way into the shabbily covered pit. And seven minutes later, out of the pit crawled out a pumpkin eating cute baby; A dark spirit of the past that haunted the land many centuries ago had found an excuse to be reborn; The body of an unborn child... the cuter, the bloodier, it'd thought!

A man's worth is never measured in gold...or so Christian believed. Christian Mills faced his first disappointment when he got divorced by his wife and scorned by his in-laws. But that was merely a Genesis to the brewing storm in his life. After a nasty divorce, and an entanglement with a mafia's treasured daughter. Christian ends up having more enemies than allies, and more threats over his life. To his ex-wife and the rest of the world,he is not the master of the palace of God or the head of the fallen stars. He is merely a losser and a nobody. Through the politics of the elite world and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance, Christian seems to uncover the mystery behind his parents demise and he will stop at nothing to find the answers he seeks. What Will it take to fish his enemies out? And what if his foes are closer than he thinks? Slowly his secret is revealed in the City, but Christian is on a mission and he has sworn to avenge his parent's death. Blood,bodybag and all

A vast barbaric army is on the march. One hardened captain and his elite commandos are the kingdom’s last hope… Jack fights to honor and avenge those who died under his command. Hunted by savage foes, with only his small band of soldiers for support, it’s a race against time to put an end to the Owlaw’ leader before he unleashes a devastating new attack that would destroy everything he’s fought and bled to protect. “What do you think a hero is? It’s just the right person in the right place making the right choice at the right time. Heroes aren’t born. They’re made.”

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.