You're Still Mine

Marcus Moon was you're typical snot-nosed brat until ten years ago, when monsters he thought were just folklore and legends, killed his father and left him cursed. For the next ten years, while others worried about prom and grades, Marcus suffered from severe pains that came every time he hadn't eaten a supernatural creature, forcing him to become a hunter. Turning misfortune to opportunity, he dedicated his existence to revenge. On the creatures that killed his dad, and on the man who led them. His wish was finally granted when a hunt led him to meet another cursed teenager like him. A girl who can set herself on fire. During their encounter, he awakens to a power hidden within him—soul essence—a power that allows him to manipulate reality. This opens him up to the world of Witchcasters—those who can use soul essence—and he's led down a spiral of blood and tough choices that make him question revenge. When hunger for blood and his humanity oppose one another, this sinking world whispers a simple truth. The path of a hero, is paved in greed.

"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."

Park Jae Sung a prodigy of effort and care for the people he loved the most. But, he still lost everything. After 10 years of hard work, he manage to rise up from he ashes. With his self created companion by his side anything can be accomplished. Still, fate is not always as it seems. "Huh? A gift? Armory of Legends?" [Yes. Master will be able to summon legendary weapons from earth to Etterra, enhance by the world energy.] [Excalibur, Ruyi Jingu Bang, Mjolnir, Poseidon's trident and many more. Master can equip them.] Join in the journey through the world of Etterra and see what happens when a prodigy and his companion crushes through it all.

When someone who has lost everything home, friends and family, even their own humanity, reborn a creature that must live in the shadows calling it a new home and gaining a desirely hunger for blood. What a person like that has to do with no longer life inside no blood to keep the heart beating. there is only one thing to keep such one like that to stay alive and move one. That is the power of Vengeance. It can cause any living being with no hope to live again with burning purpores to destroy the one who did this. Follow Marcus on this dark journey with blood and pain where he must do anything to calm power to make him stronger as it will help complete killing the one that has cursed him to what he has become. Clear note: the art cover is not mine just using it until I can get my own in the future.

"Do you regret it? Regret your cruel decision?" "Yes, I do regret it," Charlotte cried. She truly regretted pushing away her dearest love, regretted doubting him, regretted not realizing her feelings sooner. In this life, the most painful thing is not never having it, but having it and then losing it. The man she loved was Joseph. A strong, capable man, the heir of the wealthy William family. He possessed extraordinary skills and unmatched medical talent. His strength surpassed the imagination of an ordinary person. Being born into such wealth didn't guarantee happiness; Joseph's father didn't love his mother, and he was indirectly responsible for her departure. That was why Joseph left, to the beautiful land of Crepuscolo. And it was there he married a girl named Charlotte. Joseph's life in Crepuscolo wasn't as peaceful as it seemed. He still carried great responsibilities, including saving the elderly caretaker who had looked after him since childhood. He had to gather enough resources, but in doing so, he was drawn into the whirlwind of hatred, intrigue, and schemes. "The most terrifying thing in this world is not snakes, but human hearts."

In 2081, five-year-old twins Aaron and Anya Lockwood are forced to flee as their parents’ secret neuroscience lab goes up in flames. Moments before the end, their parents inject them with the final fragment of a groundbreaking invention, Neuroid, a neural implant capable of recording not just memory, communication through mind link but the very essence of consciousness. Separated to survive, the twins grow up in different worlds. Aaron becomes Kael Vale, a hardened ex-Marine buried under years of trauma and silence. Anya becomes Lyra Thompson, a rising neuroscientist unknowingly working to resurrect the very technology that tore their family apart. Twenty-five years later, Kael hears a voice no one should know: his real name. As echoes of their past resurface through dream bleeds and shared memories, the twins are drawn back into a corporate war for control over human minds. But Neuroid is more than tech, it’s legacy. And somewhere inside the system, their parents are still alive… in pieces. To survive, Kael must find Lyra and reunite to resist the ghosts inside them, and decide whether to weaponize memory or heal from it. In a world where minds can be mapped, sold, and rewritten, what does it mean to remember who you really are?

Stella Montez, who could hear the spirits. She hears it since her childhood and that makes her believe hearing them is normal, like they're just voices in her mind. Stella, Hannah and Jamie with their parents visits England for the death ceremony of their Grandfather who left a sumptuous Villa behind. Everyone was enchanted with the Villa except Stella as she hears whispers around at night and that is driving her crazy. Now that she realize that it isn't just voices and she has the ability to hear the spirits when they're around, she soon learns about the spirits trying to take over the place. Stella tries to figure out how to drive them away but she gets played with her mind by the spirits. The more she tries the more difficult & deadly it gets. Find out if Stella can survive the Endless Night. ━─┉┈◈❖◈┈┉─━

“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

This is my story. I'm Elvar Sagara. That afternoon, I went to the mall to find a Halloween festival costume. I was just browsing. But I found something… weird. A horned mask and an outfit that looked familiar, like my favorite comic book character, so I bought it. When I got home, I tried it on immediately. The outfit fit me perfectly. The mask… was creepy. But cool. I stood in front of the mirror, and for some reason, I started acting. I folded my arms across my chest. My body stood tall. In a loud voice, I shouted: “Hahaha! I am the true Demon King! I will lead you all! HAHAHA!” My laughter grew louder. Ridiculous? Yeah. But I was totally getting into the role. Then… I blinked. The moment my eyelids opened, I was in a vast hall. Surrounded by terrifying creatures. Demons. They were all bowing to me. My laughter still hadn't stopped. But my heart nearly stopped. Strangely, I kept acting. I knew… if I stopped, if I took off this mask and admitted I was just a regular human I’d probably be killed on the spot. So… What am I supposed to do now?

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.