Ketoniel

From North to South, great warriors, archers, magicians and mysterious beings build their individual stories. But strange events unite their fates. When a group of servants of a mysterious god announce the destruction of the world, the great heroes came together and formed The Brotherhood, charged with defending the Elder Tree, which grows in the gardens of the goddess Avëim, on the banks of the Evening River. On the other side are the fearless and terrifying heroes of the dark side, recruited by the strange god to fight in his name. They have already chosen who they will fight for. Which side will you choose?

Guglinski

Gondar the bounty hunter was asked to exterminate a dangerous assassin capable of killing his victims in seconds and without being noticed.

Inory12

While looking at the microscope he remembered the last class he had that day, it was with the 1st year, it was already the 4th class he had and when he realized that he had a student who was missing more than his forgetfulness of things the boy finally showed up for class , very late.

Prince of Blood

Before this war started, I met him one last time, at least one last time as a friend.

Dra Bulba

The bluest Christmas ever.

They say the desert does not forgive mistakes. Neither does Naskáh. Between salt, blood, and faith, an entire kingdom balances on the brink of war. Choked trade routes, fragile alliances, and a throne upheld by ancient lies - where water is sacred, and power is inherited through blood... or stolen by it. Miraat was not born for this game. Without lineage, without title, and without value in the eyes of the world, she is just another daughter of the desert trying to protect the little she has left: her own family. But when greater forces begin to move - inside and outside Naskáh - Mira is dragged into a conflict she was not made to understand... much less to win. While princes conspire, kingdoms threaten war, and ancient secrets resurface, one mistake can cost more than lives. It can cost the world itself. Because in Naskáh, power does not choose the worthy. It consumes the available. And sometimes... the most dangerous ones are exactly those no one saw coming.