Déesse

When Well Smith was young, his dad Gerard Smith would always tell him a story about a day in his life as New Bill student. That's why after graduation, when he found out that he'd be going to the same college school where his old man laid the first stone of his youth, he never imagined he would reach the highest point of excitement in his life. All he thought was finally, after seventeen painful years of muddling through the ear-shattering honks of the ships and sea vessels, he's now on the run of escaping and getting rid of his so-called little coastal world. On the day his journey had began, it was a total heavy drama. There were cries and sobs, tears and farewells, and hugs and kisses who none of them had hints of when could any of these happen again. Fast-forward, things then became great and fine. Upon arrival, he had gotten to see his apartment. In an hour, he had gotten to meet his neighbor. In a day, they became inseparable. In a week, they had gotten to meet their Seniors. In a month, they became the finest circle of friends. But in a few ticks of the clock that followed next, everything went psychologically disturbing. It's all after their pre-school party went wrong, and a plot twist came to hunt Well only to remind him that his life's going to change forever.

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

Braith of the Darkness likes going through life unnoticed. Not an easy task for a She-dragon of royal descent. But the evil plots of her father are turning her quiet, boring life upside down, and she has now become the enemy of the most vicious queen her kind has ever known. But for once, Braith won't have to fight alone. Not when the warrior dragon of her dreams is willing to risk everything to save her neck. Addolgar the Cheerful wishes he could say he’s helping the pretty royal strictly for honorable reasons - but he'd be lying. It’s not his fault, though! He didn't tell Braith of the Darkness to have the most delicious tail he’s ever seen! Yet before Addolgar can get his very strong claws on that tail, heads are going to roll. Just hopefully not theirs...

Who is Ravan the Great and what is he after? What events caused him to become the widely feared "Ravan the Great?" Born Crest 8, 375 to a slave under the Earl of Rivas, Ravan was quickly sold to work at a slaughterhouse where he would grow up slaughtering animals with numerous other boys. And that is only the beginning of the unfortunate history that is the life of Ravan of Rivas. Fraught with loss, strife, and revenge, the many years which formed the slave-boy into the powerful man we fear are brought to the surface in these pages. From the creator of the mysterious man in the silver cloak first introduced in "The Key: Book 2 of The Rose Tree Chronicles," comes a series of tragic tales chronicling the events of Ravan of Rivas. While his mysterious ways deepen as "The Rose Tree Chronicles" continues, this backstory uncovers the whys and hows behind his complicated actions.

Henry's struggling world crumbled when he witnessed his rightful awards and love stolen by one man. But a mysterious revelation thrust him into a hidden world—heir to the Humphrey fortune. With assistant Mia, they resurrected Nexus Architects, sparking jealousy in the corporate world and a long-ago family feud came into play. As Henry rises, enemies become his daily oxygen as many want him down where they can trample upon him, however, Henry has no intention of going down ever again. Amid corporate battles and family rivalry, Henry must sail in uneven water to claim victory over his adversaries because he's Henry Humphrey, a man who'd seen the hideous side of life and now that he's rising to the top, all his enemies must crumble… He shall make a name for himself and his family legacy must prevail.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Javier Everhart is the man they mock—his wife, Camila Valverde, betrays him, and her lover, Mateo Waverly, treats him like a joke. He walks into city hall, ready to sign away his failed marriage and leave with nothing. But fate has other plans. Just as Camila revels in her victory, Valeria Solano—the untouchable heiress—reveals the truth: Javier is the heir to an empire. In an instant, the tables turn, and the people who ridiculed him scramble to salvage their futures. Calm and unreadable, Javier isn’t interested in revenge—he walks away, leaving them to drown in their own regrets. But with his newfound power and Valeria by his side, he is ready to reclaim everything they thought he’d never have. They never see him coming. Now, they’ll never forget his name.

Eron Camden just wanted to be free of his past... He was hellbent to escape it all: Being the oddity of the pack, dealing with a demanding Alpha father, living in the shadow of his overachiever brother and working for a corrupt, sex-starved boss who wanted to keep him in his private army/ Finally finding a way to fake his own death and erase his former assassin/mobster identity, he moved into the most remote mountain village he can find and lived the life of a hunter/logger/handyman while staying off the grid. While doing so, he found himself being accepted by the village people, loved by the local children and even trusted by the community elders. And upon meeting the widow Diwana, he knew he never wanted to leave that village again. But, unfortunately for him, his past is fast catching up to him. Worse, he is totally unaware of it. Would they still accept him if they knew who he really was? Will he still dare stay and endanger everyone he now loves?

"Poor Charlie" they sneered, but little did they know he was a secret billionaire. He'd fooled them all, even his own wife. When the truth was finally revealed, the city was left in shock and disbelief. Charlie had pulled off the ultimate ruse, and he was ready to take on the world.

In the quiet town of Crestwood, nestled deep within the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a chilling legend had haunted the residents for generations. It was a tale that sent shivers down spines, a story spoken in hushed tones around flickering bonfires on the night of the autumn equinox—a night when the boundary between the known and the unknown blurred, and the very air seemed charged with an eerie energy. The legend spoke of the "Footprint," an enigmatic and unsettling phenomenon that occurred like clockwork, as reliable as the seasons themselves. Every year, on that fateful night, the Footprint would reappear, etching itself into the rocky soil near the edge of town. It was a single, enormous footprint, larger than any man's, with distinct arches and toes that appeared impossibly human. And yet, it was a relic from the past—a past filled with mystery, uncertainty, and dread. What secrets did the otherworldly glow and the reemergence of the Footprint hold?