[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

Jasmine Towers married billionaire Keith Acland in an arranged marriage meant to benefit two powerful families. There was no love, no romance—and Jasmine accepted it. As the CEO’s wife, she devoted herself to maintaining the perfect image and raising her son to become the rightful heir of the Acland family. Everything collapses when Keith’s former lover returns… with a child she claims is his. Overnight, Jasmine’s position is questioned. Her son’s inheritance is threatened. And the woman who once stood quietly beside her husband is pushed out of her own home. Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by high society, Jasmine is forced into a ruthless battle for survival—where losing means watching her son lose everything. Jasmine must fight to protect her child… and reclaim what was stolen from her.

In her past life, Elmira was the ultimate shield—a top-tier bodyguard who never let her guard down. But even the strongest shield can be broken from behind. A single act of betrayal ended her career—and her life. Or so she thought. Opening her eyes in a filthy slum of a medieval world, she finds herself trapped in the frail body of a young girl named Maria. No weapons, no backup, and no strength. Just a gnawing hunger and a world that preys on the weak. But they are wrong about her. She is not just a helpless child. Deep inside... lies the mind of a veteran operative armed with modern knowledge. A sleeping beast waiting for the right moment to wake up. When danger inevitably comes knocking, the world will learn a terrifying lesson: You can strip a soldier of her armor, but you can never take away her lethality. From the dregs of the slums to the halls of the Royal Academy, this is the story of a girl who swore never to trust again—yet finds herself wielding her sword to protect once more. What to expect: Smart & Ruthless Female Lead: A protagonist who thinks before she acts and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Brains over Brawn: The MC has low mana capacity. She wins through strategy, modern martial arts (Judo/CQC), and physics—not by overpowering enemies. Psychological Depth: A realistic portrayal of trauma and trust issues. No instant "power of friendship." Magic Academy Arc: School life, but with high stakes, political schemes, and class discrimination. Weak-to-Strong: A steady progression where the MC earns her power through hard work and cleverness. Modern Knowledge: Using science to exploit magic systems. Cinematic Style: immersive descriptions. Perfect for readers who enjoyed: The tactical genius of "The World's Finest Assassin," the emotional depth of "Violet Evergarden,", the darkness of "Made In Abyss" and in the underdog triumphs of "The Irregular at Magic High School." If you are looking for a protagonist who uses science to defy magic and cold logic to survive betrayal, welcome to Maria’s world. DAILY UPDATES. also this novel is published in these two: https://www.scribblehub.com/ https://www.royalroad.com/

Somehow, Ling Yuyan transmigrated into the book she read as the villainess...'s little maid. The heroine hates her, the villainess bullies her, and she has no backing or any golden thighs to hug at all. But don't worry, equipped with the knowledge from the book and her Plundering System, Ling Yuyan will become stronger step by step in order to survive! Let's follow Ling Yuyan's exciting journey in the Martial World!

Li Jain was a spiritual plant in his previous life that was nurture into his human form by the Hanxu sect. legend has it that only the Heavenly Spiritual Plant can open the gate of Heaven for cultivators to become immortals. Li Jain was raise carefully, he didn't lack anything and became an experts in lots of arts. After he advance to the Transformation realm, he began his quest of opening the heavenly gate. But when the gate open, he was killed ruthlessly by the same people that once treat him like a treasure. He spent years as a wandering ghost and eventually, found his fated soul in another world. The person body he took over has seven children and was despise by his family. Li Jain could take care of seven buns and make them very power in the future. With the help of his Spiritual Tavern, he became very wealthy.

A veteran gamer was so infuriated by Nintendo's baffling decisions after watching the Switch 2's Nintendo Direct that he went on a long rant. Thinking about how every console company in history, after a massive success, always seems to botch the next generation, he proceeded to roast each one by name. He woke up from his tirade to find he had been reincarnated in 1985 as the son of Hayao Nakayama, the head of Sega. After trashing console companies, he was reborn into the very one that would later abandon the console market—and as its heir, no less! It just goes to show that what goes around comes around; he complained, and now he has to put his money where his mouth is. Let's see how he shakes up the industry during this golden age of gaming! This is a translation Raw: 重生遊戲黃金時代：我成世嘉太子

Solomon awakens on cold stone in a life that is not his own. A minor knight in the Riverlands, he inherits a ruined keep, a starving people, and the aftermath of a war that took his father and brothers on the shores of Seagard. In a land where mercy is mistaken for weakness and survival is never free, Solomon must learn what kind of lord can endure when hunger, steel, and memory press in from all sides. Support me on: patreon.com/AgentTwilight

He didn’t want any part of it. He wanted to be independent. He didn’t want to become a side character in the story of some so-called protagonist. Yet, Mo Zhiran couldn’t run. Heaven wouldn’t let him, for he was an extra destined to die for the rise of the protagonist. An expendable nobody, unnoticed and forgotten. In the end, Mo Zhiran was betrayed by his own clan brother just to save a girl who appeared out of nowhere. Worse, before his inevitable death, he even had to block the danger for that same brother, unwillingly. He was basically a Redshirt. “Haha… Heaven is so unfair.” Zhiran hated them both to the core. If he got another chance, he swore he would make them pay a hundredfold for every drop of blood he spilled. And fortunately, he did. Reborn with an unusual system in hand, Mo Zhiran would no longer be a disposable extra. This time, he would carve his own path, one step at a time. Even if it meant being forced to be a Villain.

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king. The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.

Inside a quiet pavilion located inside one of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom’s four largest cultivation sects, a young man slowly opened his eyes with a helpless expression as he gazed down towards the fog located at the base of the mountain that the pavilion was located on top of. Not only was he the youngest Core Elder in the history of a large cultivation sect, but he was also someone who had transmigrated over with a system! The system in question wanted him to train up disciples and in turn help him get stronger! But there was one major problem in all of this… He didn’t have any disciples! Ding~! Talk about great timing... ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 chapters a week ____________________________ If you are interested in LitRPG, I'm writting another novel called [Reincarned as a Lizard]. A side novel, I write on it when I need something other than Xianxia.

Transmigrating into the DxD world, Sai Akuto awakened the Villainous Protagonist System. As long as he acts in ways befitting a villainous protagonist, he earns system rewards. Starting as the Red Dragon Emperor, Akuto steps onto the path of a villainous protagonist. Amano Yuuma: “Who just kisses someone right after they confess? And worse, I couldn’t even resist!” Rias: “Akuto is the boldest man I’ve ever met… he actually dared to sl*ep with me right in front of Grayfia.” ... Traveling through countless anime worlds, Akuto gathers retainers one by one, step by step building his own dimensional empire. Miyamoto Rei: “He didn’t even hesitate—just blew Houji’s head apart. I straight up pissed myself on the spot.” Akame: “What do you mean you ‘have a way’ to keep Esdeath off the battlefield for ten months?” Erica: “Never have I seen such shamelessness! The Witch of Sardinia gave him an inch and he climbed straight onto the bed.” Minamiya Natsuki: “The hell?! How did all the Blood Companions meant for the Fourth Progenitor, Nagisa, get stolen by you?!” ... DxD, Highschool of the Dead, Akame ga Kill, Campione, Strike the Blood, Jobless Reincarnation, Eminence in Shadow, Date A Live, Danmachi… Each world arc won’t drag on too long.

The skies burned for seven days. Rivers boiled. Mountains cracked and fell. Shadows swept across the land like a living tide, consuming all that dared to live. Creatures that can only be described as incarnates that would make even nightmares tremble invaded from a land unknown. Everything they touched would decay out of existence. In that age of ruin, heroes rose only to be swallowed. Kingdoms and Empires fell one by one. Humanity stood at the edge of extinction. And then, when the last dawn dimmed beneath the Hollow Sovereign’s Shroud, something impossible happened. Heroes awakened not with magic or an all powerful sword, but with Concepts. They grasped the very truths of the world: Flame as Will. Water as Memory. Steel as Resolve. Light as Judgement. Darkness as Silence. Powers beyond elements. Powers that decay could not touch. Powers that could fight the invaders on equal terms. With Concept born strength, humanity pushed back the tide. With the Elemental Primordial Beings sacrificing themselves, the incarnates were sealed back to the Abyss from which they came from. - Hundreds watched as my turn came. The ancestral pyre burned in the center of the chamber steady, bright, unyielding. My sister’s flames had danced with joy. My brother’s had flickered with gentle warmth. Mine did nothing. Whispers stirred. Doubt followed. “The Ashencrest are doomed to fall this generation” I stepped forward anyway. “Place your hand into the flame,” the ceremony master said. I obeyed. The world fell away. A spark ignited in the void. Not red. Not gold. White. Flame without heat, without smoke. Fire stripped to its purest meaning. True Fire. It wrapped around my arm and into my core, a dragon shaped blaze roaring silently through my veins. The pyre behind me erupted, flames spiraling upward in a brilliant white coil. The fire warped and constricted until it took shape of our family’s Primordial Ancestral Beast, The Celestial Serpent. Gasps filled the hall. “A new concept of fire…?” “No, it’s more than that…” “True Fire… it’s actually…!” “…just like the legends.” But I couldn’t hear them. All I felt was the truth burning in my chest: A new True Concept hero had been born.

Qin Xiao transmigrated, and the system arrived right on schedule. A portal opened—and the Marvel Cinematic Universe was detected?! At first, Qin Xiao believed he was simply traveling through different worlds. But he soon discovered a shocking truth: the so-called “real world” was nothing more than an abandoned timeline of Marvel. This is not a mindless power fantasy. The timeline is coherent, the events are logically connected, and the characters remain true to their original personalities—nothing is distorted or forced. A story built with respect for canon and imagination alike. An absolute must-read for every Marvel fan.

Krarvathar was born as a dragon (and something more than that). A creature made to kill. However, after years and wars, something happened to him, and he developed consciousness. Now he is no longer just an irrational beast, but someone connected to an ancient source. This time, he has the ability to choose which side he will stand on in a war that has lasted for millennia — in a world of deep conflicts between races and fallen gods. Now, “humanized,” will the dragon be able to guide his own destiny?

He isn't a hero. He's a man who watched his country fail his father and decided he couldn't stay quiet anymore. What he built a party, a platform, a movement he didn't plan costs more than he expected and survives longer than anyone predicted. This is the story of a country that almost became what it was supposed to be. A Nation's Tale Some things have to be built before they can be won.

Abandoned by the world and left to die in endless darkness, Seo Joon awakens a forbidden power — the Abyssal Heart, an ancient force feared by all cultivation realms. A power that devours. A power that corrupts. A power that was never meant to exist. Hunted by powerful clans, targeted by ancient beings, and burdened with a destiny tied to the origin of the Abyss itself, Seo Joon must struggle to control the darkness within him or be consumed by it. But he is not alone. With the loyal Seol Ah by his side, new allies, powerful rivals, and countless extraordinary women drawn to his rising legend, Seo Joon walks a path of danger, love, and overwhelming power. From a forgotten outcast to a sovereign feared by heaven and earth — his journey will shake kingdoms, challenge fate, and rewrite the laws of cultivation. The boy who was abandoned will rise. And the Abyss will bow before him.

This is a fan translation of 赛马娘，从入门到地下室 The original author is EEEEE然后亮标 Please support them! === To all trainers: throughout your tenure, please never harbor or expose even the slightest notion of romance. Relationships are strictly forbidden—whether among colleagues or between trainers and Uma Musume. At all times, maintain appropriate distance from everyone. Never proactively invite Uma Musume to meals. If one invites you, find an excuse and politely decline. Do not pat heads! Do not touch horse ears! Do not touch tails! When going to sleep at night, ensure your doors and windows are locked. If you hear doors being torn down or the screams of your colleagues, do not leave your room. Immediately call campus security and remain inside until the authorities handle the situation. If an Uma Musume confesses feelings to you, politely decline without showing irritation or excitement. Play dumb! Always pretend you didn't understand! Afterward, promptly apply for campus protection. If necessary, the academy may arrange for your discreet resignation. If you happen to be a handsome male trainer, charming in speech, gentle (yasashii), and obviously attractive to the opposite sex—resign immediately. It's not discrimination; you simply do not belong here. If you insist on staying, the dark basement will inevitably be your only fate. Mizuno Sora looked at his evaluation of Appearance S, Scent S, and Voice S, and began to struggle inwardly. #Umamusume #Uma Musume #Pretty Derby

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"A marriage isn't a union—it’s a cage of ink and bone." When Ren’s father gambles away his family’s future, the debt is bought by the most dangerous man in the North: Blackwood Vane. But Vane doesn't want coin; he wants a possession. To settle the score, Ren is forced to sign a contract to marry Vane’s son, Julian. Though he wears a wedding ring, Ren isn't a husband—he is a trophy. Behind the closed doors of the estate, it is Vane who controls every breath Ren takes and every word he speaks. Julian may be the one standing at the altar, but Vane is the one holding the leash. In a house built on secrets and stolen lives, Ren must navigate the treacherous waters between a cold husband and a father-in-law who sees him as his own. To survive the "First Debt," Ren must find a way to break the contract before the walls of Vane’s obsession close in forever.

For those who fought in war, war never ends. But John’s war has just begun…a war that has ended in Future. Now back in the past as a Soviet soldiers... Guderian? Rommel? Manstein? The USSR needs only one soldier… Dmitri.

This is a fan translation of 赛马娘：从被撞飞十米开始 The original author is 百升飞上天 Please support them! === Many years later, holding the Lifetime Achievement Award in his hands, Yasui Makoto would still vividly recall that afternoon—when he was knocked ten meters through the air by an Uma Musume. At the time, Makoto had only possessed his official trainer license from the Central Academy for a few months. Perhaps due to his obvious lack of experience, he was repeatedly turned down by prospective trainees. After yet another rejection from an Uma Musume, he was feeling somewhat dazed. As he stood at a crosswalk waiting for the traffic light, Makoto saw a small child about to be struck by a vehicle. Without hesitation, he dashed forward. He successfully saved the child— —but he himself was sent flying. Not by the car. But by an Uma Musume with short black hair, red eyes, and a dark tail. Thanks to rigorous self-training from a young age, drawing on experience from his previous life, Makoto instinctively corrected his posture mid-air, thus avoiding serious injury despite being caught completely off guard. The Uma Musume, however, was clearly terrified. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” “My-my name is Kitasan Black! I'm a freshman this year at Tracen Academy! Please take care of me!” “I-I… Anyway, I—I promise to take full responsibility!” That was what the flustered “culprit Uma Musume” named Kitasan Black said at the time. [Note: Certain occupations and roles of Uma Musume have been slightly adapted, and the world-building has been expanded. Apart from this, historical accuracy remains intact, ensuring no disruption to original fans' enjoyment.] [Readers unfamiliar with the original series can enjoy this simply as a sports-themed slice-of-life campus story.] [Kitasan Black features prominently in the early stages, with Haru Urara joining later. Other notable Uma Musume, such as Almond Eye and Daiwa Scarlet, will also be considered as the story progresses.]

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When death forgets how to rest, even the gods will tremble. Years after Sōsuke Aizen's fall, a dormant fragment of the Hōgyoku buried deep within Rukia Kuchiki begins to awaken. Across the Muken, Aizen stirs and the same heartbeat resonates in his chest. The resonance between the two ignites a spiritual plague that twists souls, freezes reishi, and resurrects the dead from all realms. As the Seireitei collapses under its own frost, Ichigo Kurosaki must choose between saving the woman who once saved him or ending her before the world becomes an endless requiem for the dead. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. This is a fanfiction written purely for fun - I own only the story and original ideas. ©SilencedRogue, 2025.

This is a fan translation of 人在特雷森，专职摆烂 The original author is 多功能复读机 Please support them! === After transmigrating to Tracen Academy in the world of Uma Musume, Kitahara Sota’s sole ambition is to slack off. When the Chairwoman calls, he pretends not to hear; invitations from the Mejiro family are ignored; when the Student Council approaches, he feigns sleep; and if an Uma Musume directly nominates him as her trainer, he simply vanishes without a trace. "I hope you're treating your life with the same attitude," someone remarks. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," Sota nods absently, his eyes fixed on the glowing crimson display of [Unique Skills] before him. He firmly believes that as long as he's lazy enough, even a heavy track can’t catch up to him. Reality quickly proves him right. Soon, his reputation as an incurable slacker spreads, leading all of Tracen Academy to unanimously acknowledge him as... ...A walking Matatabi, the Three Goddesses' Chosen, guardian of Tracen, and savior of Uma Musume everywhere. Kitahara Sota: “…Huh?” #Umamusume #Uma Musume #Pretty Derby

This is a fan translation of 你这后勤马娘有问题啊 The original author is 惰性大发 Please support them! === Inari Kagura, a girl from the a different world who worked herself to death, awakens in a remote shrine. Barely escaping a sudden fire, she collapses, exhausted, at the gates of the Symboli household. No cheat system unique to transmigrators. No money, no power, not even a usable identity. And this body—an eleven-year-old that nobody dares to hire. To survive, she accepts the old Symboli’s proposal and becomes the family’s maid. “This world is definitely not normal. I should’ve listened to my best friend and gone to see Uma Musume…” In the Tracen dormitory, staring at the mirror where she has already become a small horse girl, Inari Kagura lets out a helpless sigh at her hazy future. ——On the bright side, at least the maid’s job doesn’t include anything strange, and there’s no young master with “certain tastes” demanding her service. “Miss Eclipse, I think people should still look upwards…” Seeing the line of words suddenly appear on the mirror’s surface, Inari Kagura feels even more complicated. And… really, is there really nothing?

Reborn as an Uchiha in the world of Naruto, he possesses no system, no cheat codes, and certainly not the fate of a protagonist blessed with a powerful master. Hunted down by both Root and Itachi on the night of the clan's annihilation, he awakens his Mangekyo Sharingan and escapes to the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba... ------ patreon.com/Shinobi_Scrolls ------ Please note: This is a translated version. All credit and rights are reserved by the original author. Original: 火影：写轮眼之刃 作者：吟诗赠天下

One impulsive mistake tears April from her world and into Dimension Ah..., where she wakes as an elf with two tails and two-faced individuals everywhere. In the mountain city of Xander, she is seen as a hybrid “monster,” exploited for dark political schemes. Bound by soul to Saka, an albino elf prince with violent tendencies, April faces danger and distrust at every turn. Though Saka’s brothers stand powerless, controlled by those meant to protect them, the true threat lies within the ignorance of what April is. An extinct predator? A glitch in the universe? A random girl from Brooklyn with the intelligence of a marmot and the tear volume of the Pacific? It all started in the kitchen and her mind.

After a very unfortunate future Sunny goes back in time, one year before his awakening. Sin of Solace will hunt him and give us flashbacks of that timeline. A lot will change while also remaining tied to the possibilities of canon, he is tired, and full of regret. Read chapter 0 for more. Cover art found on pinterest if anyone knows the artist please let me know.