One night, one chance, one choice! Everything seems normal until monsters emerge everywhere and plunge into into chaos. Some call it the apocalypse, others the end of days. However, for Dean, it's something else entirely. It's a chance to change his fate. He has nothing left to lose, but everything to win. This night will push him to his limits. Survival is just the beginning. The real question is-will he rise or fall? Get ready for an action-packed adventure filled with suspense and horror! And well, it wouldn't be a good story if there weren't some romance, right?

Last year, when Mia helped get rid of a group of rival vampires wreaking havoc on the city, she thought that would be the end of it. This year, she's hoping for a chance to finally be a normal high school student. But a note wedged in her locker changes all that: someone knows what she did.

Now, instead of making plans with the boy she likes, Mia has to juggle her schedule around whatever the author of that note says. If she doesn't, she risks not only being exposed as a vampire, but being labeled as someone calculating enough to get rid of any competition. Adding to Mia's troubles are the questions about vampires from a friend who's just a little too interested, and a secret her boyfriend's keeping. There's something wrong with him - something so dark, Mia's not sure she'll survive the discovery.

🔸Note: This is the sequel to You Were What You Eat, but you 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 have to have read that book to enjoy this one.🔸

There was once a man who watched himself die — and said nothing.

He saw the blood, the silence, the end that should not have come. He buried it beneath purpose. Buried it beneath names not his own, blades drawn in defense of strangers, and the hope that maybe he could outrun what was already written.

But the scars remain. So do the ruins.

Across fractured skies and dying dimensions, groups gather. They don’t trust each other. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

But something hunts the remnants of broken worlds.

Something old. Something made.

In the ashes of collapsing realms, ancient machines stir and gods remain silent. And when the walls fall — when the line between past and future folds into itself — the man who watched himself die may have to decide if saving others means letting himself disappear entirely.

This is the story of when the stars went quiet… and the echoes began to speak.

The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm.

CLANK.

The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble.

CLANK. CLASH.

In the distance, the sound of metal meeting metal echoed through the mountains—a violent symphony of war screaming across the battlefield.

CLASH. CLANG.

Flames licked the edges of the vast forest, turning once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke coiled into the heavens, thick with the scent of blood and ash. The land wept beneath the weight of spells, blades, and the unending cries of the dying.

And yet, amidst the chaos, four figures stood apart.

Two on one side. Two on the other.

The world seemed to bend around them—time hesitating, fate narrowing its gaze.

One held a katana, its ethereal edge humming with latent power. His stance was balanced, fluid—blue eyes sharp with a quiet resolve, as though mourning something already lost. Beside him stood a huntress, poised and still, a bow slung across her back, twin sai in her hands. Her gaze was sharp, calculated, calm—a storm contained.

Opposing them was a titan of a man. Broad-shouldered and imposing, he rested a crimson-streaked bardiche against his shoulder, red eyes smoldering with conviction. Unyielding. Beside him twitched a smaller figure—a young woman with an unhinged smile and bloodlust in her breath. She gripped her twin daggers like toys, her body trembling not from fear, but anticipation.

“C’mon already!” she giggled, biting her lip. “We were just getting to the fun part.” A soft, almost obscene moan escaped her throat as she bounced lightly on her feet. “Let’s keep going. I wanna feel something snap~.”

Across the field, the huntress narrowed her eyes. Her grip tightened.

A glance passed between her and her comrade—the one with the katana.

And then…

Silence.

A fragile, final hush settled over the battlefield. The smoke held still. The flames paused. The world held its breath.

The katana-wielder stepped forward, his voice quiet… heavy with sorrow, but laced with something stronger—conviction.

“We could’ve built the future together…”

The bardiche warrior let out a slow breath, his fingers curling tighter around the haft.

“In the past,” he said, voice rough like splintered stone, “I might’ve believed that too… but now?”

His eyes hardened.

“I’ve stopped believing in futures built by cowards.”

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In an instant, steel collided in a burst of light and shadow. The force of their clash split the ground beneath them, a shockwave tearing through stone and flame. Embers scattered like dying stars.

Sparks flew as blades screamed through the air. The katana flashed like lightning, precise and merciless. The bardiche swung like a falling mountain, cracking the earth with every strike. Their movements blurred, too fast for mortal eyes—a dance of fury, fire, and grief.

Beside them, the huntress and the unhinged girl collided with equal ferocity—daggers clashing against spinning sai, elegant strikes traded for feral slashes. One moved with icy discipline, the other with manic glee. One fought to protect. The other fought for the thrill.

This wasn’t just a battle.

This was judgment.

A reckoning between souls once bound by friendship… now torn apart by ideology.

They fought not as mortals, but as forces of nature—warriors whose clash would reshape the fate of the world.

But this…

This is the end of the story.

To understand how it came to this—how four who once stood side by side now stood opposed, blades drawn and bonds broken—

We must go back.

To the beginning.

"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

In the world of Eienkyo, monstrous beings known as the Kyōshin, creatures born in darkness and pure malice, threaten to engulf the world into chaos as they have only 1 mission, to destroy everything. To combat their growing threat, warriors arose wielding the power of Kiryoku, the manifestation of one's own will and soul, sand as humanities last and only line of defense. These warriors are called Sentarii, each armed with a signature weapon called Shinketsu, forged using special materials and their own Kiryoku that makes them truly unique and only bend to their will.

To prepare the next generation of warriors, academies were established across the 5 continents. These schools act as training grounds where students can hone their abilities, master their Kiryoku and learn how to face the Kyōshin or any future threat that may arise. Each major academy rests in the capital of one of the 5 kingdoms.

Yet, hidden beneath centuries of peace and prosperity lies a dark secret that was long since buried. A secret that once shook the world to its core. A kingdom that was erased from all records. Even its own name was lost to time, now only known as The Forgotten Kingdom. It was said that this kingdom was of pure evil, ambitious, power-hungry, and bent on world domination. But were these stories truly real, or merely lies told by the victors during the Great War? Only time will tell which is true, as secrets..... can stay buried only for so long.

A new era of conflict, secrets and mysteries begins now!

My Tags;- School Based- Kingdom Based- Military Based- Multiple/Harem- Light Ecchi

All of my contest entries I have done for various competitions across Penana.

Each will be an issue on thier own, with awards won.

A story about beings of light, called Lightborn, this book explores their emergence on a planet called Erta. From the first steps they take into the world, to crucial discoveries and conflicts, the Lightborn become lords of the world gifted to them by their Creator.

A story of discovery, adventure, action and drama, it's all a most epic adventure set in a completely fictional universe.

|REVISED EDITION · VOLUME 1 OF THE INFRARED TERA TALES|

|26X FEATURED|

AI Sada vows to be the mom Arven never had, but when the heinous Mastermind of Deception rises from the future, the young android must do everything she can to stop them from taking her humanity.                                                                                                          ***

It has been a month since the events in the Great Crater of Paldea, and Arven is still struggling to accept what AI Sada told him and his friends. A chance encounter with the Legendary Pokémon Miraidon encourages him to use its powers to re-open the time machine and send him back to the time of Paradox Pokémon, where he finds the mysterious android.  All Sada wants is for Arven to have a mother's love. After a trip through time to the future, she is given the gift of bringing her son to her; however, this gift proves to be nothing more than something that wants to steal her humanity.   At the end of the day, Sada's fate does not rest with the human emotions but rather with Arven's struggle against his Infrared. Will he accept Professor Sada's fate, or will the Mastermind of Deception pull him and AI Sada apart before they can call themselves mother and son?                                                                                                          ***

*Moral Lesson: Grief comes in waves.**Revised Word Count: 80,000-82,000*

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Night had no mercy here.

It stretched on forever, swallowing the horizon, choking the moonlight until the only thing left was a bruised sky—painted deep purple and black, cracked by cold stars.

Somewhere in that darkness, something watched. It had waited lifetimes for this moment, drifting between worlds, slipping through the gaps that desperate hands and broken hearts left behind.

It watched a boy with gentle green eyes and a scar pressed over his chest like a curse, laughing with friends who did not yet know how fragile their days were.

It watched a man with crimson eyes and a star etched beneath one of them, hiding blood on his hands behind crooked smiles.

It watched a soldier whose eyes flickered yellow and pink, the taste of duty forever sour in his mouth.

It watched gods who had long abandoned mercy.

Watched Angels who would one day bleed white across shattered fields.

And in the spaces between these souls, it felt the tremor of something older still—a grief that crawled through every timeline, whispering of fates already written.

Of victories that meant nothing.

Of monsters born not of nightmares, but of prayers that no god ever answered.

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"Do you ever wonder," someone once said, voice swallowed by wind, "if we were meant to fail from the start?"

"Maybe," came the reply. "But I'd rather burn trying than live under their chains."

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When the first of the stars cracked, the world didn't notice.

Not at first.

It would take time for the heavens to truly split open. For halos to shatter. For hisgrin to stretch impossibly wide across dusk-soaked battlefields.

And by then, all anyone could do was bleed.

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Somewhere far away, under a sky that forgot how to dream, the story began again.

It always did.

Because freedomwas stubborn.

Because even broken things keep fighting.

Because somewhere, somehow, someone always believed—

This time, we can save them all.

Gramp is hiding a secret about his hometown and when Onyx and Rowan come to visit him they learn it all too well. When their dad Jack Stellar dies in a car crash and his body isn’t found they become wards of their grandpa. Jack always taught Onyx to be wary, cautious, and untrusting. Yet he taught Rowan to be open, friendly, and trusting. Rowan and Onyx are inseparable but Rowan hides a secret from her. Onyx is openly bisexual while her broths is undeniably straight. What will she do when she meets her brother’s new friend Natan? There’s only two more months of school left but will they survive? What happens if monsters aren’t just a figment of their imagination?

Warning:will have themes of mass murder, suicide, and LGBTQ+ romance.

A group of mercenaries fight their way through a group of humanoid insect like monsters to reach an outpost.