the lodger

She doesn’t remember her past. Fate does. Liz thought she could live an ordinary life but fire doesn’t want to free her. It begins to answer her emotions, memories invade her dreams, and people are drawn to her with feelings that feel far too deep to be new. The closer she gets to understanding herself, the more dangerous her world becomes. Unaware that she is cursed, Liz is pulled into conflicts that echo across lifetimes. One man loves her with fierce devotion, determined to protect her at any cost. Another remains distant and watchful, as though bound by rules she does not yet understand. Love surrounds her, but none of it feels safe. As fragments of forgotten lives awaken, Liz realizes she is not simply remembering the past—she is inheriting its consequences. Each truth uncovered brings more questions, and each step forward risks repeating a mistake made long ago. Godblood is a slow-burn romance fantasy about reincarnation, obsession, and fate’s refusal to let go. When love itself is woven into a curse, survival may be the only victory left.

when the god saw the wars the humans inflicted, it raged and turned everyone and anything that had consumed its blood into mindless monsters with the capabilities of making craters in the ground

"A killer’s past is never buried—it waits in the shadows, ready to strike." Ryan Drake was once a legend—a prodigy raised in a dynasty of assassins feared by the underworld. But he walked away, leaving behind the blood-soaked legacy that defined him. Yet, the past never stays dead. When a string of brutal murders shakes the foundations of a decaying city, each victim bears the unmistakable marks of a forbidden technique—Blood Code. And the only person capable of such execution is Ryan himself… or someone trained exactly like him. Hunted by a secret organization, haunted by sins he cannot outrun, and forced into an uneasy alliance with a relentless investigative journalist, Eleanor Cross, Ryan must uncover the truth before he becomes the next target. But as the bodies pile up and old enemies resurface, a chilling realization sets in—his greatest enemy isn’t the syndicate hunting him, but the man who once made him who he is. And when the final truth is revealed, Ryan will face the deadliest question of all: Is he still the hunter… or has he already become the prey?

Coming back home was not something I envisioned in the nearest future, but I had no choice. They took her from me. She was innocent, bright, and beautiful. Always ready to help people. But they killed her, "they will all pay with their blood." "An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth." Staring at them all smiling, paying fake condolence when they all did nothing, and watched as she was killed. I also shared a fake smile with them. They will never see me coming. Staring at her body in the casket, I make a vow. They will share my pain; they will feel my wrath—Blood of my Blood.

After finally building up the courage. Micheal Orange leaves his small town for the big city. But little does he know, that big city is full of trouble and doom. Every day there is another attack, another bombing, another freak on the lose destroying blocks and skyscrapers. And that's not all. Micheal quickly finds out that inside him is the blood of god and he is destined to end the world.

We are born by the blood. And undone by the blood. Blood for the blood god and skulls for his throne.

This isn't just another power fantasy. Michael Crimson died alone—forgotten in a hospital bed, the last of a cursed bloodline. But death wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. Reborn in a brutal world as a unique kind of vampire, Michael doesn't grow through experience points—he grows through blood. Through it, he gains memories, strength... and maybe something like family. I wrote this story for those who’ve felt pain too deep for words. For those who’ve lost, who’ve fought invisible battles like PTSD or ADHD, who still get up and try again. Blood of My Blood is my healing. It’s also my hope—to give my daughters and wife the life we never thought possible. If you’re looking for something dark, emotional, and real—something that hits you in the chest more than once—welcome. This story is for you.

Ethan, a 16-year-old high school student, has always felt like an outsider in his small town. He's drawn to the mysterious and beautiful Emily, who's just transferred to his school. As they spend more time together, Ethan discovers that Emily is hiding secrets about her past and her true nature. As their relationship deepens, Ethan finds himself caught up in a world of supernatural creatures and ancient mysteries. He must navigate his own family's secrets and lies while trying to uncover the truth about Emily and the darkness that's haunting their kind. With the help of his sister Ava, Ethan must confront the evil forces threatening their kind. But as the danger escalates, Ethan realizes that the greatest threat may not be the monsters in the shadows, but his own destiny.

Demon King Alixuron Scalius is the ruling monarch over the Empire of Scornsije. He was cursed when he was but a child by the Hags of Conventrellis, a witch demon kingdom, to never be able to bear a son. However, this curse was placed upon him from his grandfather’s arrogance. His grandfather, King Lemorphin Scalius, was enraged by this but being upon his deathbed was unable to retaliate. King Sezura Scalius had died shortly after King Alixuron’s birth. All of this is to say that King Alixuron cared not about the curse as his daughters are strong, wise, and very capable dragon demons that shouldn’t be discounted. Though none share a mother, they all still held an unusually close bond with one another due to him treating them all equally as his children. However, the young females have become too relaxed in their lives, one could dare say even bored! What’s a father to do besides sending them off to govern individual holds within the kingdom? Exert: “Introduce yourselves to Prince Verocul Howlsend of the Kingdom of Thropanio.” King Alixuron nonchalantly orders his daughters. The werepanther prince looks each princess over with intrigue, lust and appraisal. The King keeps a small smile to himself, holding back a chuckle. “I’m the second eldest daughter, Princess Natalion Scalius.” The proudful demoness offers a slight smile as she eyes the prince and his procession after stepping forward. She places a hand on her hip with an arched brow as she does so. “I’m Katilis Scalius, it’s ever so nice to meet you!” The ever cheerful daughter came forth, her eyes gleaming with interest as she eyes the group with a playful expression. She holds a rather cute poppet that felt like it stared into one’s soul. “I’m Brightana Scalius, I hope you find your time here pleasant.” The next in age steps forth with a slight curtsy before she nonchalantly pulls out her journal once more and starts to write in it once more. She held the air of indifference as she spoke. “Oh! I’m Gripillia Scalius, please do feel free to share any stories with me.” The next daughter states with a blossoming smile after being prodded to attention by her sisters. She clasps her hands in front of her as her eyes sparkle with anticipation. “I’m Veriona Scalius, I’m glad to see the tales of how handsome the demons of Thropanio are is proven to be more than just tales.” The final daughter in line steps forth with sensuality running through her very movements, offering a wink and smirk as she brazenly looks the group over. The doors open, drawing the attention of the room to a smaller, daintier female surrounded by guards and attendants, her being helped to walk on both sides as she comes over. “Ah, this is my eldest daughter.” King Alixuron announces before turning to address her as she reaches the line. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling well enough to join us today my dear.” “Thank you father.” She replies, leaning against her sister Katilis before turning to the prince. “I am the eldest daughter to King Alixuron Scalius, Princess Doniverea Scalius. I apologize for my late arrival, but do hope we can be friends.” She looks at the prince with the calmest energy one can imagine, serenity coming off of her in waves. “It’s my pleasure to make the acquaintances of ones so famous and beloved as your majesties. I look forward to us strengthening relations of our empires!” Prince Verocul Howlsend offers a bow, followed by others of his party while all of both sides have smirks on their faces.

Before there was blood, there was fire. Before the fire, there was betrayal. Seraphina Vex had once been human, once knew the taste of sunlight and the softness of laughter. But centuries ago, on a blood-drenched night beneath a crimson moon, she was bound by ancient hunger. A curse not chosen, but carved into her soul by the very man she had loved. He kissed her lips and turned her into a monster. Since then, kingdoms fell. Empires turned to dust. She remained. Watching. Feeding. Surviving. A prophecy followed her through the centuries like a shadow “He who carries the Black Blood shall rise. One bite will break the curse or awaken the end.” She had searched for him across time and cities. And now, in the heart of a dying metropolis, she could feel him. Xavier Blackthorne. A hunter born of vengeance, scarred by the very creatures she once called kin. He didn’t believe in fate. She didn’t believe in mercy. But when predator meets predator… something must break. A curse. A heart. Or the world itself. This is not a love story. This is blood written in fate.