cyclops story

Once upon time, there was a normal human teenage boy who commits himself to his daily life alone. Living alone was not easy for him, since he was abandoned by his mother for some reason. Since he was the son of his very own mother, his relatives didn't accept him, they were disgusted by their existence. But one night, on that particular time, his life changed. A scarlet meteor, red as blood recklessly landed to where he was standing. Fear never froze him, he just watching it thrust its way on his location with his lifeless eyes... Eyes that tells he was in despair. *Kaboom!!! The sensation of time around became odd, a mana-like and radiating figure that seems to be a lady appears, approached, embraced then kissed him. As the purple light of threads radiating around them, a disturbing light blocks his sight and lost his conscious.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Reluctant Princess “Syd,” I say. “If I were to step down as heir, would there be a place for me here?” She reaches out and takes my hand again. “Without question,” she says. “Any time, come as you are, you betcha. And hell no. Yes, because I miss you and love you and it’s not the same without you. The kids adore you, life is better when you’re here.” She looks away from me, up at the star-filled sky. Her sorrow is a living thing between us, my wolf snuffling at it and whining. “And no, because you are so much more than a servant to anyone. And if you came back, I’d worry it was for the wrong reasons.” Seven years have passed since Charlotte took her place as heir to the werenation. Still unmated and resisting her position, she longs for freedom she will never have, and life with a mortal man she loves. When a powerful new pack appears, Charlotte is instantly suspicious. Cicero Caine and his weres aren’t exactly what they seem. But the arrival of old enemies and a rising threat to all werewolves throws the wereprincess into the middle of a vast conspiracy, challenging the very foundations of what she’s been taught to believe.

He is the heir of nothing. No prophecy named him. The last remnant of humanity in a world that has forgotten men. And he will rise. The House of Humans is no more. Deep within the forests of the Northshard, the House of Elves shields itself from the outside world. The House of Vampires, long silent, now roars for blood. The House of Dragons hangs by a fragile thread, its fate wavering. The House of Demons has gazed upon its own death, and in the desert sands of time, the House of Djinn begins to wither and fade. The Houses of the Northshard now face a new enemy. An enemy they cannot defeat. Not alone. Only by uniting all six Houses can they hope to survive. But the House of Humans is gone, and without it, the Northshard will fall. The Humans are gone... Or are they?

When a sacred ceremony meant to bless his future instead brands him an outcast, Shiro’s life shatters in an instant. Torn from his parents and hunted by the Temple’s agents, he finds unexpected refuge in the sprawling estate of the noble House Archlight, where childhood friend Selene Varenthal—headstrong heir to the house—claims him as her own. Caught between the political schemes of the Temple and the pride of Selene’s father, Lord Varenthal, Shiro struggles to find his place. Though gifted with raw potential, his training in magic proves harsh and unforgiving, leaving him a prodigy in some arts but vulnerable in others. Yet with Selene’s loyalty, the warmth of his little sisters, and the shadow of his parents’ captivity, Shiro’s determination grows. But safety is fragile. When an ambush on a quiet road forces Shiro to defend Selene with blood and fire, he earns the wary respect of her father—only to draw the Temple’s wrath more sharply upon them all. In secret chambers, high priests plot to expand their influence, even at the cost of lives. And as Shiro’s parents risk everything to escape the Temple’s chains, tragedy strikes, leaving only a desperate reunion—and a devastating revelation. Now bound to House Archlight and entangled in powers far larger than himself, Shiro stands at the threshold of destiny. The game has only just begun.

She lost her parent in a ghastly motor accident, at the age of 10. Few years has passed..... The bell door rings continuously, urgh.... What! Who is this? with a dizzy face like.... she went to reach the door handle sluggishly, she forcefully opened it so wide. She said, who are you? She looked up annoyingly.... All of a sudden, she was overwhelmed; He stood in front of her, at her door step. A tall light skin, beautiful body structure elegant looking man, he was stirring right directly in her eyes. He has this blue sexy set of eyes, while he opened those beautiful lips; She is in awe.... Murmuring in her mind 'how could he, be this handsome' He stretch is hand out for an handshake, my name is David blue, I'm your new neighbor! she responded, my name is Barrister Olivia Benjamin, with a beautiful smile.

When the System arrived, Earth broke. Monsters rose, cities fell, and killing became the fastest way to grow stronger. Kael should have died on the first day. He had no power, no destiny, and nothing that made him special. But he survived something impossible, and whatever woke inside him did not feel like a gift. Now every victory changes him, every reward leaves a scar, and in a world that turns survival into progress, Kael must become stronger without becoming a monster.

Não são crianças, não são adultos. Uma fase tão complicada, mentes tão jovens vivendo dilemas antigos da humanidade. Nessa obra envolva-se na vida desses recém adolescentes que estão aprendendo a viver e enfrentar a vida de formas diferentes e expectativas próprias. // They are not children, they are not adults. Such a complicated phase, so young minds living humanity's ancient dilemmas. In this work, get involved in the lives of these new teenagers who are learning to live and face life in different ways and with their own expectations.

Regardless of physical form, our true identity lives in the soul. We recognize who we really are only when we listen closely to that quiet inner voice guiding us from within.

Some souls are cursed to meet again and again. In every lifetime, they find each other drawn by an invisible, burning thread of lust, longing, and unfinished pleasure. But no matter the century, the city, or the form they take, their reunion is never pure. It’s possessive. Illicit. Forbidden. From an ancient Egyptian temple to a Victorian manor, from a war-torn battlefield to a modern-day subway car, they collide like magnets one touch enough to ignite centuries of craving. Yet just as their bodies entwine, time tears them apart until the next life. The Lust Cycle explores the raw, magnetic hunger between two reincarnated lovers who never remember each other except through the unexplainable ache in their bones, the spark in their touch, and the heat they cannot deny. Each chapter is a standalone, dripping with tension and eroticism, telling a story of reunion, temptation, and unfinished business across time.

All beings suffer in the prison that is the mortal world. Ever-fleeting, ever-transient. Lives are taken for the strong and noble, separating the wheat from the chaff. The worthy... from the worthless. And those of old times, those once worthy, made a steel-city, rotting yet undying, wanting to leave behind its misery. To die is to kill what distinguishes one self. And so the city sacrifices the weak for the strong, the slave for the noble, and the noble and strong and worthy are eaten so the city may live again. To be a god among men, is to lay on the altar. The father's mountain of sins and shadow loom over the son, crushing and shattering his bones. Whispers of ghosts seep into the bloodline, becoming both a heart's lamp and a demon's curse. Between light and shadow, one walks neither saint nor demon. The world is for the strong, and the strong is for the world to eat. ---- Art's not mine. Really proud of the synopsis. Hope I'll be proud of the book.