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Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. Check out my Discord:

“Legends are born from stories told. Imagination without restriction, but what becomes of the legend when the truth out runs the fiction” - Steve Cook The supernatural forces of Michigan have been awaken once more and only through the bounds of marriage will peace be born. Is this but a tale told for fun and fright or is it real? Only time will tell for sure as somewhere in the northern night woods a creature walks upright. You’ve been warned...

At Grimsley Town... A new part-timer who doesn't believe in ghosts and three long-term part-time employees who are used to seeing paranormal events team up to unravel the mysteries of the convenience store they're working at.

Synopsis In a world reshaped by the Stargates, humanity has unlocked the power of the Hallowed Realm—a personal dimension that serves as the foundation for a cultivator’s path to Godhood. While the noble houses of various kingdoms use their vast wealth to secure high-grade Hallowstones and supreme relics, Julian Thorne is a commoner with nothing but a basic academy education and the memories of a past life. When Julian finally ignites his Hallowed Realm, he doesn't receive a standard weapon or a rare elixir. Instead, he witnesses a mysterious Blue Lotus bury itself into the dark earth of his soul. The result is the awakening of a Realm Trait—a legendary phenomenon that transforms his empty void into a living, evolving sanctuary. In an era of warring empires, abyssal demons, and celestial invaders, Julian must cultivate his land and his strength to rise from a mere mortal to a legend. Wealth can buy power, and lineage can grant status—but only Julian holds the keys to the Eternal Sanctuary.

In a collection comes the horror short story , "Good Hills High", the newly reopened school in Kyoto is haunted by ghosts, demons, and urban legends that terrorize the students. The school was abandoned during World War 2 and now the students who attend the school are being haunted by the spirits that roam the halls. The story revolves around the children and their experiences with these supernatural events, which will keep the readers on the edge of their seats.

Buku Terjemahan Haunting Adeline adalah kisah tentang Addie, seorang penulis yang tinggal sendirian di rumah besar yang angker, yang dia warisi dari neneknya. Tak lama setelah pindah, dia menemukan sebuah rahasia kelam; ternyata nenek buyutnya dibunuh di rumah itu dan pelakunya tidak pernah tertangkap. Saat berusaha mengungkap misteri kematian neneknya, dia secara tidak sengaja terjebak dalam situasi yang sama. The Manipulator Aku bisa memanipulasi emosi siapa pun yang memberiku kesempatan. Aku akan membuatmu terluka, membuatmu menangis, membuatmu tertawa dan menghela napas. Tapi kata-kataku tidak memengaruhinya. Terutama saat aku memohon agar dia pergi. Dia selalu di sana, mengamati dan menunggu. Dan aku tidak pernah bisa berpaling. Tidak saat aku ingin dia semakin dekat. The Shadow Aku tidak berniat jatuh cinta. Tapi sekarang aku sudah jatuh cinta, aku tidak bisa menjauh. Aku terpesona oleh senyumnya, oleh matanya, dan cara dia bergerak. Cara dia membuka pakaiannya... Aku akan terus mengamati dan menunggu. Sampai aku bisa membuatnya menjadi milikku. Dan begitu dia menjadi milikku, aku tidak akan pernah melepaskannya. Tidak peduli meskipun dia memintaku untuk melepaskannya.

Charlotte is a shy librarian who moves into a house rumored to be haunted. She then unexpectedly meets the man of her dreams. Stephen is kind, handsome and brilliant. He understands her as no one else ever has. He is devoted to her, and she to him. The only trouble is, Stephen is a ghost. And nobody but Charlotte believes that he exists. Ghost of a Chance is a paranormal romance about a love that breaks all the rules. "I love you so very much, Charlotte. You kill me and bring me back to life again, all at once. It sounds like Shakespeare, and yet, that is what we have." The gentle touch of his fingertips on my skin sent fire throughout my entire body. I had to have him. I had never felt so alive. It was as if every fiber of my being was aching for him. I loved him, needed him, had to have him. He was my obsession, my addiction. "My need for you is a fever," he whispered, "And I pray that I never recover…" Ghost of a Chance is created by D.L. O'Brien, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Luciana “Lulu” Lukas had big aspirations for her second chance at life: Step 1: Use future knowledge to get rich. Step 2: Avoid past mistakes. Step 3: Maybe, finally, get abs. Unfortunately, her time-traveling luck ran out before Step 1. Broke, unemployed, and completely useless at stock trading, she’s forced to monetize the only new skill she gained—seeing dead people. Now, with a growing reputation as a psychic-for-hire, Lulu helps the dearly departed get their last words in—whether their loved ones want to hear them or not. Ghosts ignoring personal space? Expected. But can someone please explain why the clingiest one haunting her is a devastatingly handsome, and very much alive, CEO?!

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? ****

The school lights went out. Everyone vanished, except Ethan. And something impossibly tall was waiting in the dark. Sixteen-year-old Ethan never believed in urban legends, until he was trapped inside his own school with a silent stalker that watches from ceilings and corners. No phones. No exits. No help. Just a creeping dread that seeps into your bones. As shadows coil around him, Ethan must face more than monsters. He must face the part of himself that awakens when fear becomes the only way to survive. And if you pay close attention, you’ll notice the trail of whispers that follow his name… because every legend needs a witness. “He escaped the darkness—but the darkness never let him go.” ** Content Warning:** Contains intense scenes of body horror, graphic violence, and visceral gore. Read at your own risk.