There are things no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.

"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."

This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.

What to expect:

A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!

Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!

Spirituality merges with dark fantasy in a poetic and thrilling way!The book is a mix of prose & poetry and is written in 'Theatre Play' - old ballad style.In this first spiritual fantasy thriller stand-alone sequel, Drakko, a common young man ending his career, meets the One that sparks his inner journey. As Drakko’s spiritual journey began long ago without him even knowing, the encounter hastens his progression, and the many worlds slowly start to become One.Embarking on the last job, difficulties faced test his inner strength, and bring him to places – inside and out – he did not even dare to imagine…Bear witness to his transformation; find the clues pointing to Yourselves, and see what happens to Those that Think they’ve found It while their search for the Truth has barely begun!

According to her late grandfather's will, Rhea was to inherit his mansion. She was to live alone in an unfamiliar land. She had always lived with her grandma, two villages from her grandfather, but now that her grandmother had asked her to earn money and stay in what was now her house, she came to Haion. Will this new change be a memory she will run to or something she has to run from?

Die Twice is a short story that narrates the changes Rhea Galanis goes through in her life when she grows and makes her decisions.

Anyone immune to slight mentions of violence, rich brats, marriages, rude people, thugs who break the walls of your home, starving, only one inseparable bond, death, tons of advice, nightmares, a good king, a good heart and a happy ending can read this story.

If you are reading this story, then welcome! Tell me your opinions cuz I would love to hear them. I hope you have a good time!

The Old Empire, as was called the area from which people fled, is lost in the darkness. Those who survived established their colonies on remote islands later called the New World. But these islands hide secrets that could destroy even the rest of the people of the Empire.

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE THIS WORLD.

Gods are created by a mighty force, a force to balance the universe, every galaxy, world, and life.

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Camille tastes the blood on her lips. She's nauseous and weak; still, she forces her brain to stay awake. Ignoring the pain of reopening old injuries. There are more bruises she can't hide, more pain to bear, but she's finally tired to do it in silence. She wipes the humiliating tears off her face. "Don't you dare touch me again." she defies the monster.

"I don't even think God is on your side," he says with a reeking smell of alcohol. At the same time, a loud thunder with the brightest lightning illuminates the sky, the rain pours heavily

A tall man elegantly walks forward, evidently upset he glances at the girl with the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes, tearing apart the man who has dared to put his hands on the girl he's been trying to protect.

"A leech like you would never understand the depths of my trust for this girl." The God of Water stands behind her, like a bodyguard.

"Giving up has never been an option for you, perhaps taking the garbage out of your way can help you find your freedom." The mysterious man says. Just as he finishes his sentence, a bolt of lightning strikes loudly in the sky. He turns to face the monster as he freezes in shock, He knows, this time he won't be forgiven.

"Not what you expected, Dawson?" He cocked his head, his cold-stone, dead eyes - stormy grey as I had seen before - were piercing and icy, pale blue. "I had plans other than you too - typical monday. I suppose we shall both have to make do."

I took a step back, wide-eyed, because no. This was not what I had expected at all. A little awkwardness, a little chill, a little frustration, not a dead body on the floor! "What are you?"

Within the confines of the Brooks Female Boarding House, its residents have spent practically their entire lives living in a world dominated by Madam Brooks. ❝Anastasia❞ a girl rising to slaughter and locked in the attic for three years as a punishment, is determined to take control her own fate and knows for certain something has to change. Then, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, it does. But does the warning weather or the dark silhouette casting shadow upon her life, hold the answers she seeks - or more questions? Or maybe it's just danger; a tall, dark stranger attired in black hindering her escape.

It's always best to exercise one's manners, especially when one doesn't know where they are or what their host may be. Besides, it could ALWAYS be worse.

You could be dead.

Marcus Obsidian, former Mayor of the town of Dren. Brokers a deal bent on revenge that is more than he bargained for, as he unwittingly plunged himself into an age-old prophecy. One that is to settle the war between the forces of Light and Darkness. Can this one mistake truly be the end of it all?

NOTE: I won't be updating this here as I have signed an exclusive contract with Webnovel for this story. To those who are reading this, please support me there. It is in a story of the same title 'Freakquency' under my penname, NymKaneis/nKaneis.

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One day, the world was suddenly tormented by a high concentration of frequency wave unheard by human ears. It was detected by radios, TVs, computers, and etc. But there are those who heard it. And those that did suffered from a mild migraine to an unbearable, head-splitting pain that was followed by vomiting of blood and uncontrollable hallucinations.

After a day of suffering, those affected became monsters.

But there were also those that became . . . something entirely else . . .

WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE A FEW DISTURBING SCENES (NOT IN DETAIL....BUT A LITTLE)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Desdemona and Kiernan are twins, they learn two different kinds of magic in an institution. They always stand up for each other and stay with each other until one day. .....................-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------​​​​​​​

It was the day. The day of the final test.

I was alone in the locker room and all I could hear were the clashes of swords and shields.

After some time, the sound finally stopped and that's when, I heard my name. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, and I went out, and that's when I saw her waiting for me...

The Empire lived for 30 years under the rule of the new Emperor Enric in peace and tolerance, but the world has changed greatly over the years and a new enemy is rising from the ashes, far more powerful than ever.

"Emmy, who did you say was taken by the Shadow?". "Oh, my mai... sister. My sister. May. That's her name". "Do you have any family left to go to?". She sat and thought about it awhile. "No. But I can't stay here". "Well, can I at least get to know you, Emmy?".  "Ok..." She said wearily, "but only for a little bit". "So... how old are you?". "Sixteen thought my birthday is in a few weeks. What about you?". "Eighteen. My birthday was a few weeks ago". We went on like this for a while. Her favorite flowers are light purple lisianthus', her favorite color is Indigo, and she has no siblings. "Wait, I thought you said you have a sister?".Her eyes went wide then she said, "Had". "Oh, sorry...". "It's fine..."She looked like she was thinking hard about something. She looked up. Then she said,"I should tell you the truth".