slice of life

Twenty-five years ago, Lanvin descended to Earth, the last descendant of the heavenly kingdom of Arkawisesar. Despite being confused as to how he could excel in martial arts and play the magic lute without ever studying them, Luanvin recognized that his grandfather's pure blood had perfectly flowed through him, giving him access to all the powers of his grandfather and the descendants of the sky kingdom. One day, while meditating, Luanvin was surprised to find a mysterious presence within his meditation. For days, several disembodied voices had been bothering him, claiming that he was the sole heir to the throne of the sky kingdom of Arkawisesar and that he must take his place immediately. What will become of Luanvin's life next? Will he manage to find the location of the celestial kingdom of Arkawisesar?

A master takes a stroll in the lower world. On his way he sees an orphan with a fragile body being beaten and bullied. The orphan, Luo LianHao doesn't ask for help nor does he seek it. The master takes it as an encounter of fate and leaves Luo with a gift. Now he has been marked by fate. A journey of twists and turns that will change the nature of his very soul awaits him. An orphan who rises to the top, to become the sovereign. In the upper world , a goddess has blocked her cultivation to enter the lower world to find her destined one. She carries a heavy destiny, one that is envied by even the martial gods. Who will be her destined one and can he bear the weight of the fate she carries?

Five centuries ago, a man named Yuta consumed mermaid flesh, granting him immortality but condemning him to a life of solitude. Now known as Kaiza, he wanders the world searching for a way to end his curse. His journey leads him to a mermaid colony, where he discovers their dark secret: they maintain their youth by consuming human flesh. When Kaiza rescues Mina, a young girl raised by the mermaids as their next meal, he is forced to destroy the creatures in a desperate act of survival. Bound by their shared immortality, Kaiza and Mina embark on a perilous quest to reclaim their humanity. Along the way, they face supernatural dangers, ancient mysteries, and moral dilemmas that test their resolve. While Kaiza struggles with centuries of guilt and loss, Mina’s innocence and curiosity bring hope to their journey. Together, they uncover the secrets of mermaid lore and confront the sacrifices required to undo their curse. As they grow closer, Kaiza and Mina must decide: How far are they willing to go to become human again? And what will they lose along the way?

Ethan Astor lived an average life. He was a responsible man who worked very hard as a cleaner to provide for his wife and his younger siblings. But one day, he stumbles into his wife having an affair with one of the big shots of the city and he confronts them. But he gets kicked out of the house by Philip. From that moment onwards, Ethan's life comes crashing down as something shocking about his wife was revealed to him. Ethan was meant to be scarred for life until he gets a call that turns his life around. How is he going to deal with the people who treated him as a joke and a tool for their own pleasure? Would Ethan ever find true love? This is a tale of Ethan's rise to power and him claiming the rightful life he deserves!

Peter Campbell, a brilliant young man from a humble background, secures a scholarship to the exclusive Berrocks University, typically reserved for the elite. His dreams of bringing honor to his family are overshadowed when he falls in love with Angelica Richards, a beautiful girl from a wealthy family. Their relationship faces numerous obstacles, but how many daggers would they endure all because of Love.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."

"Come on, waiter," Tom taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You should lick it up while it's still cool," he added with a sly chuckle as his friends eagerly removed their phones to capture August’s humiliation for their amusement. August was devastated, the money he had been saving for the past eight months barely amounted to $180. How would he muster $800 to spare himself from this humiliating ordeal? Stooping that low to lick the liquor on the floor was an option he rather succumbed to death sooner than consider.  "Please, give me until tomorrow. I'll find a way to borrow the money and pay you back," August pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. But Tom was not having it with him. “No waiter, everything starts and end today. If you are going to pay me the money then is going to be today and right now, or I will have to force you to lick up the liquor”. August's devastation intensified as he realized the gravity of the situation, this was not optional like Tom presented it the first time. His intentions were clear; he did not at all cared about the money all he wanted was to have August lick the floor for their amusement.

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!

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!