omnia mors aequat

In a lifeless, desolate region where the sun never fully rises, a solitary figure tends a humble farm. To the world, he is a simple man clad in black cloth, a farmer whose presence is imperceptible, whose aura cannot be sensed, and whose power remains unknowable. Yet legends whisper of crops that exist only in myth, capable of granting unimaginable cultivation potential, yet unreachable by mortal hands. He is Khaldrin, the Lord of the Evening, an entity whose spirit, soul, and body are perfectly synchronized, immune to all laws, gods, and mortals alike. His scythe wields reality itself, his black flames burn sin eternally, and his very existence bends life, death, and time to his will. No mastery, no law, no force can challenge him. For millions of years, he has lived in solitude, unnoticed by the world. But when a lost Sword Saint wanders into this cursed land, curiosity draws him to the farmer. He offers homage, food, and wine, yet all his senses fail to comprehend the man before him. The crops, the silence, the eternal black flames, and the aura of absolute authority remain a mystery. In a world where chaos, law, and cultivation define power, Khaldrin is beyond all understanding—a being who walks unnoticed, yet holds dominion over existence itself. The legend of the Lord of the Evening is whispered, feared, and revered…even as he quietly tills the soil, unseen, unstoppable, eternal. --- If you want, I can also write a shorter, punchy version for Webnovel or novel listing, to attract readers instantly. Do you want me to do that?

A família de Mors é atacada enquanto ele estranhamente adormeceu, com a sua filha desaparecida e a sua mulher morta, a jornada para salvar a sua filha está prestes a começar.

Alex a rich guy that got his money from inheritance with no family but a lot of money but that did not matter at the end of the world his mansion raided for supplies and he taken as a slave he has seen and heard many horrendous things finally five years of being a slave he got his chance opened the gate of and let in zombies killing hundreds of survivors and slaves seeing all the death he didn’t feel anything he was already dead soon he was devoured by zombies and ripped apart

Após muitos anos a viver no inferno, a sua tasca é assaltada enquanto ele está fora, é nesse momento que parte em busca do culpado, e um monte de mistérios acerca do inferno aparecem.

O governo está sobre a ameaça de um ataque ao planeta terra, com medo de tal acontecimento decidem criar artificialmente um ser humano com os genes de um herói do passado, mas as coisas não correm como esperavam.

Those are some simple short stories of mine. Have a good read. :D This is a pamphlet so treat it as you should.

Diary Entry of Mors edit*(was supposed to be) [16 Jan 2025 - 3 May 2026]

A vida, intricada e insondável, tece seus fios intricados em meio ao manto do destino. As correntes do pensamento podem oscilar, contudo, a essência da ideologia persiste, como uma sombra implacável, seguindo-nos com os atos e as memórias que nutrimos. Por que, então, este fado inexorável nos abraça?

"I can play your pussy like a violin, and make your body twist like a ballerina." ~•~ Everly, a rising star in the culinary world, was on the verge of landing her dream job as a five-star hotel chef. But one drunken night, a gruesome discovery shatters her perfectly curated life. She witnesses a murder committed by the notorious mafia boss, Agostino. Her attempt to flee is futile, and she finds herself caught in his grasp. Agostino, cold and calculated, is intrigued by the fear in her eyes and the shivers that course through her body. A sadistic part of him delights in her terror. Rather than killing her, he decides to spare her life on one twisted condition: she must become his "dog," an obedient servant to his every whim. Everly wants nothing more than to escape her captor. Agostino, for the first time, finds himself captivated by something other than power—he wants a faithful toy, a pure soul to corrupt. This is no longer a simple game of cat and mouse; it's a battle of wills, a dangerous dance of obsession and survival. In this twisted reality, their carefully laid plans will unravel, and neither will be the same. ~•~

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"