In the heart of Edo Japan, where lanterns burn like fallen stars and secrets bloom behind painted screens, a girl named Kiyo sings with a voice said to rival the sun goddess herself. Famed for enchanting lords and ghosts alike, she hides a soul bound to something far older-and far more dangerous.

When a mysterious man with serpent eyes begins appearing at her performances, Kiyo finds herself drawn into a love both forbidden and divine. He is Kagutsuchi, a fallen snake god cursed to walk the earth, stripped of immortality. To reclaim his godhood, he must devour the heart of a woman marked by heaven's song-and Kiyo is that mark.

But as passion tangles with fate, a cruel question emerges: Can love survive when the price is blood and the gods demand sacrifice?

"The Song of the Serpent Moon" is a haunting tale of desire, destiny, and the cost of immortality-where the line between love and destruction slithers like a shadow beneath the red moon.

This story follows Kimoko a young woman sacrificed to the demon Kigami. Also known as Koshei the demon of death. As they advedture together to archive they goal of saving Zonrumi, from the awakening of the demon queen that wants to destroy the world. Therefor she was seald by the four most powerfull gods away, many centuries ago.

Kimoko and Kigami have to meet al four of them. As they travel Amoria one of the four lands they meet the goddes that lives there. That in exange for they help will give them her sealing crystal, that is capable of opening the demon gueen's prison.

"Please tell me your hearts desire!" Tristan Cunningham never thought he would hear any one tell him those words, let alone a goddess from heaven. This is the story of a goddess coming down to earth to grant the wish of a human and the romance that followed.

The people gather together with their finest offerings, to praise the Great God Shakur. But the city is filled with truths they will never know.

The gods are gone, but their blood still courses through royal veins, shaping empires long after their abandonment. Darrow Ghaldre, the feared Kingslayer King, seeks to annihilate every other monarch and their kin to break the divine grip on mankind.

Now, twenty cycles later, peace decays as crops rot, beasts prowl, and whispers stir of god-blood that survived. Johanus Dhulos, once Ghaldre’s blade, now tends his fields in peace with his son Quintin. Until a shadow from the past comes hunting.

The end of kings was only the beginning.

"To tell you a story, you'd need to know how different things were back then. The world was filled with creatures who could destroy us at any moment. Some people even managed to control them, not that they stood a chance. Anyways, there were also gods and goddesses who sometimes watched over us-not all of them were good people, keep in mind. With that out of the way, let's begin..."

A world where monsters from every mythology roam—gods, demons, and beasts once thought to be legend. Humanity’s last hope lies in those born with the power to summon weapons from their souls, each one shaped by will and purpose.

When a mysterious force pulls strangers from across the globe into a frozen wasteland, they arrive with no answers—only their powers and the monsters hunting them. Forced to survive together, these unlikely allies begin a journey that will forge deep bonds... and reveal a hidden enemy that’s been watching all along....

Later on, a fractured soul battles the remnants of a power he doesn’t fully understand. Once a shadow of someone else, he now carries the weight of a past he never chose and a future he can’t outrun.

Alongside others like him—fragments of identity, warriors of circumstance—he faces a growing darkness that wears his face and speaks in his voice. A figure that doesn’t just threaten the world, but twists it, breaks it, and narrates it like a cruel story unfolding.

As allies become uncertain and enemies turn familiar, lines blur between reality and illusion, memory and manipulation. What began as survival becomes a slow unraveling of self, where guilt is weaponized, and peace is only ever temporary.

But even fractured souls can fight back.

We've all heard the stories of how the universe was created. Mama Miria was lonely, so she created life from within herself. She gave birth to her baby, the universe, and protected it with everything she could. However, the baby was wrest away from Her by cruel hands. And the world we live in now is a cruel place. But I bear the name of the celestial Mother. I bear Her name and, despite being only twelve, I bear the squalor and the mystery all around me.

Every year, the Lady chooses one of us to commune with. If this unfortunate person succeeds at pleasing her, she blesses the harvest and we have food for the year. If they fail to please her, she curses the harvest and we starve.

The illusion of life and the desire for power often cloud us. They change our views, bias our hearts, justify our wars. But even though power demands payment, will that stop you from fighting for your dreams?

In a universe where gods run rampant, mages decide the flow of history, and eldritch horrors hide in the darkest crevices of creation. Power and the right to command it and its consequences is earned, bled for, died for. Does the fire of hope shine bright, or does it burn black?

Where evil boasts its name aloud and good slinks away wretchedly in the shadows, will you bend your knee? Or will you ascend and join the mighty legends?

What is a king to a god?

What is a god, to a non-believer?

The kind of things that legends have in common , are great feats in their respective fields , their stories told , stories forgotten and some stories never known , but also that they are all dead .

But a living legend paints this world and molds it as they reach greater heights . Ikuta was going to be such a person , however the reason he became a person with great power was only because of his father .

The very person who created a great line of legends as well as the destroyer of each , the indiscriminate denier .

Prologue

A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.

Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.

Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.

As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its lights flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.

The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him. Gradually, he begins to turn his head and sees a beast staring at him with bright yellow, a goldish iris surrounding its pupils. He continues to scan the creature from head to toe and notices blood dripping from its mouth, “Hello, Tre.” The beast smiles and reveals its teeth, soaked in blood. “We warned your parents, and they refused to give you up. They ignored our demands and showed no fear when threatened.” The beast's hands clenched, its claws digging into his palms. “My masters will not be ignored if they ask for anything; there should be no hesitation or resistance in getting what they want.” Tre stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched the beast’s blood dripping from his palms.

“Since I’ve removed your parents from the equation, I suggest you come with me.” The two stared at each other, allowing the silence to fill the ever-shrinking hallway. His fear turned into defiance. His parents had risked and lost their lives, refusing to give him up. Even though he was just a teenager, Tre knew he had a choice, and he would rather die than be taken away, giving this beast and its masters the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. The beast grinned, tilting its head sideways. “I ask you not to be foolish and believe you have a choice. Make this easy on both of us; no one wants more blood to be spilled.”

Suddenly, the front door was kicked in, and he saw a flash of light. “Holy fucking shit! What is that?!” Bullets started flying towards Tre and the beast; multiple bullets ripped through it while a stray hit Tre in his left arm. “This is Officer James!! I need backup at—”. In the blink of an eye, the beast dashed forward and slit the Officer’s throat from ear to ear. The Officer's eyes grew wide with shock, and fear spread across his face. He reached his neck with both hands and fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only gurgling from the blood filling his throat was audible. The beast walked up to him and placed its hand around his, pulling his hair back and exposing the neck as blood poured faster and faster from his wound. The last thing Tre saw was the Officer moving his lips, mouthing the words “Run.” The beast then pulled upwards, removing the Officer’s head from its body, and with a loud thud, the Officer hit the floor, and Tre sprinted for the back door.

Two teenagers from important enemy clans fell in love and ran away. Little do they know that they may never get their happily ever after due to their individual family curse. Can the lovers overcome it or be destroyed by it?

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