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A time-traveling gargoyle seeks to alter the strings of time, but a demon bent on a blood war stands in her way, threatening to eradicate her and those she loves. The Dráèek Kingdom, 1815. Mercy Hall, a member of the Gargouille Codex Clan, is forced to watch the execution of her brethren. Injured, she flees from blood-thirsty soldiers and crash-lands in the woods. Seeking safety, she climbs into a hollowed-out tree trunk submerged in water. In the blink of an eye, she ends up a captive in the middle of a war in the West Region of the IV Kingdom, 1715—a hundred years in the past. Stranded amid danger, she discovers her only chance of survival lies in a human named Ambrose—from the House of Drak. But the dark, soulful music he composes frightens her as well as speaks to her soul. Mercy finds herself torn between two irreconcilable lives and Ambrose, The Just King of the Tagnikźur Kingdom. Sith of Time is created by April A. Luna, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

In an age when the battle-scarred remnants of history gradually turn to cold dust, I open the ancient texts that record the Outer Gods—blasphemous, maddening, delirious words like the ravings of a lunatic—and within my clouded gaze, my fate begins to emerge. War will descend upon the world once more. Kingdoms and races shall be overturned and reborn in blood and fire. All living beings will wail for their suffering and fate, and the war shall never end. Beneath the flames of faith and profit, no one is innocent, and no one will be spared. Listen closely, Jeanne. Beneath my feet lie two paths. On one, I shall abandon reason and follow your justice, offering my soul, for I have become your knight. On the other, I shall curse all things with the madness and hatred of the Outer Gods. The flame shall be extinguished, life shall no longer shine, and all shall drift toward the end in ruin—for I was once a black sorcerer, a madman who communed with beings beyond...

When a young woman found herself gifted with a set of powers capable of making her the mightiest being on the planet, she tried to use it to fight the wicked. To stop injustice. To end corruption. To avenge all those who have been wronged and punish all those who have fled the law. To...to make the world fair and just again.  Yet, at the end of the day, the line between right and wrong may not have been as clear as expected, and when one decided to play judge, jury, and executioner all at the same time...there was bound to be temptations. One misstep, and the vigilante might have become the criminal. One mistake, and the defenders of order might have descended into the warriors of Chaos. This is the story of the Lady Inquisitor. This is the story of a woman who tried to make the world a better place with fear and violence.  PS. Not affiliated with WH40k.  PPS. This novel is mainly meant for entertainment, but it should get into some legal and ethical debates in the future, and I welcome readers to discuss their opinions in the comments section! PPPS. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad and Scribblehub.

This story is currently on hiatus.

"You're coming to my tent tonight." One. And you can't tell anyone where you're going. You'll undress. And you will wait for me. Penny recoiled with a start. She stared at the High Inquisitor in disbelief, looking for signs of falsehood in his face. "They say that fallen angels are like poison. I will take this poison and make my antidote out of it. I will feed my passion with you, and it will subside. If you refuse, I'll feed you to demons or leave you to vampires. If you try to escape, I'll punish you," the High Inquisitor said, making no attempt to touch Penny again. "Nod if you understand. Watch out! Very hot :)

Listen well, Jeanne d'Arc. Beneath my feet stretch two roads. On one, I shall cast aside reason at your command, follow in the wake of your justice, and offer up my soul—for I have become your knight. On the other, I shall curse all that exists with the madness and abhorrence of the Outer Gods. The flame of life shall gutter, brilliance shall fade, and all shall descend into dissolution—for I was, after all, a dark sorcerer, a madman who once dared to touch the Outer Gods...

"The Ethical Sith: Chronicles of Valeria" tells the extraordinary tale of a woman born in darkness, who, through her unwavering morals and determination, brought balance to a galaxy plagued by conflict. Her story serves as a testament to the enduring power of hope and the potential for redemption, even in the darkest of times.

**This is a one-shot that I may expand if an audience seems interested in it. Leave reviews and comments to let me know if you'd like to see more!** After finding the Holy Grail, King Arthur wished for God to bless all of Earth with magic for everyone to experience. This has led to arcane creatures and aberrations alike to fester as nations from our past try to fight for power in this magic-infused Earth. Icarus, a young man has trained to become an Inquisitor, a hunter of the arcane, to uncover the mystical mysteries that lie in the British Isles with his fellow colleague Lucia.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.