Deep in the mountains, far from the bustling city, stands Ludus Academy, a prestigious private school shrouded in mystery. With its towering glass structures, biometric security, and cutting-edge technology, it feels less like a school and more like an experiment. Everything runs with eerie precision, from the moment students enroll to the strange test they must take upon arrival. But beneath its modern luxury lies a chilling truth-no one can leave once they enter.

Every midnight, the academy transforms into something else entirely. The halls fall silent, students succumb to sleep, and an invisible game begins. Only a select few remain awake-the hunters and the hunted. By sunrise, someone may be gone, and when the morning bell rings, the classroom becomes a court. A single vote determines life or death. One wrong decision, and the whole class could vanish.

Josh, the quiet yet sharp-minded auditor, knows the game better than most. He watches, he listens, and he plays along. And as secrets begin to unravel, Josh finds himself at the center of a conspiracy far bigger than anyone could have imagined.

The rules have never changed. Survive. Vote. Repeat.

|REVISED EDITION · VOLUME 1 OF THE INFRARED TERA TALES|

|26X FEATURED|

AI Sada vows to be the mom Arven never had, but when the heinous Mastermind of Deception rises from the future, the young android must do everything she can to stop them from taking her humanity.                                                                                                          ***

It has been a month since the events in the Great Crater of Paldea, and Arven is still struggling to accept what AI Sada told him and his friends. A chance encounter with the Legendary Pokémon Miraidon encourages him to use its powers to re-open the time machine and send him back to the time of Paradox Pokémon, where he finds the mysterious android.  All Sada wants is for Arven to have a mother's love. After a trip through time to the future, she is given the gift of bringing her son to her; however, this gift proves to be nothing more than something that wants to steal her humanity.   At the end of the day, Sada's fate does not rest with the human emotions but rather with Arven's struggle against his Infrared. Will he accept Professor Sada's fate, or will the Mastermind of Deception pull him and AI Sada apart before they can call themselves mother and son?                                                                                                          ***

*Moral Lesson: Grief comes in waves.**Revised Word Count: 80,000-82,000*

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Synopsis: "

You undo me, completely, utterly, and maddeningly." ​​​​​​​

17-year-old  Nazira nearly escaped the attack on the mortal villages she was sworn to be shielded from, losing her mother and sister in the wreckage; she vows to find the people who killed her family. Driven by revenge she finds herself training with the fae as a mortal, determined to avenge her people and kill anyone in her way But as her world crumbles to ash beneath the weight of war she never was supposed to see she finds herself only drawn closer to a world of lies and even closer to the people she's sworn to kill

Oceana More had been a vampire for almost three hundred and fifty years along with her parents, Cameron More and Pierce More, who had been turned on the same day. The turning process was torture. To turn, your body and soul had to be brought to the brink of death. The vampire who was turning the human had to stab them and let them bleed until there was almost nothing left, then they have to bite on a vein and inject a small dose of their poison, then they would lick the stab wound closed to stop the bleeding. After this procedure you would be stuck in a kind of limbo neither human, fledgling, or vampire. Stuck between death and the undead. If your body and mind are strong enough you will become a fledgling. Which is what I was. Now I’m a vampire. You know how vampires supposedly don’t have a heart that beats? Well that myth is wrong. Why do you think you have to drive a stake through our hearts? Our heart beats, just really slowly because we don’t have much blood left to pump. Remember when I told you that the blood had to be drained until there was almost nothing left? That’s the reason why our heart beats so slowly. I have a long term girlfriend of three years who’s still human because I’m scared of losing her. Her name is Melody Carlyle. Melody is everything I could ever ask for. She’s sweet, smart, funny, and hot. She has onyx black hair, dark gray eyes, rosebud lips, porcelain skin, and a smile that could kill if used right. She was perfect in every aspect of the word. Me on the other hand, I had blood red hair, tan skin, light gray eyes, and a smirk that was guarded. Then my parents were murdered in their bed, their throats slit. I was distraught relying on Melody to keep me from collapsing.

Lythia Eranil was thrown out of her clan of dark elves. They were the Whispered Stars. She was thrown out for being weak, for feeling, for not becoming a ruthless mercenary. I was a disappointment to the clan. When  I refused to kill the human kneeling before me. My sister shot her in the head with her arrow and scoffed at me, “How could you be one of us? You can’t even kill a pathetic human.” A chorus of agreements rose at the words and the council was called to vote. It was unanimous. I was too weak and was thrown out. What they didn’t know was I had the stars magic in my veins. The stars magic is the purest form of dark magic known. It’s like having pure shadows running through your veins. I was able to keep it hidden from them, so they wouldn’t be able to use me as a weapon to dominate the other dark elven clans. The Whispered Stars were feared throughout the five kingdoms. The Elven Kingdom was composed of the water elves, earth elves, wind elves, fire elves, and the rarest ones the dark elves. The Water Kingdom is composed of mermaids, sirens, and sea monsters. The Wolf Kingdom is composed of hundreds of clans of werewolves, with no one clan being in charge. The Human Kingdom is composed entirely of humans and is the smallest kingdom by far. Finally the Coven Kingdom, which is the vampire kingdom, which is ruled by the Lorent clan. Anyway back to me, I’ve been alive for two hundred and fifty years. I was thrown out of the Whispered Stars when I was only fifty years old. I’ve practiced my magic in secret everyday since then, and have become a killer to keep my secret. I’ve killed over two hundred people just to keep my stars magic secret. I’ve traveled through the five kingdoms hundreds of times, every kingdom except the elven kingdom, I can’t bring myself to go back. Suddenly I was driven out of the Human Kingdom by the Whispered Stars and into the Coven Kingdom, when I learn there may be a sixth kingdom no one remembers. A kingdom for the forgotten monsters like Wraiths, Banshees, Ghosts, and Demons.

New York, 1995. Laura Maraschino thought marrying Tommy-the former President's son-was a fairy tale come true. But six months after their high-profile split, the magic is long gone. Now a journalist entangled in a secret affair with her boss, Laura's carefully rebuilt life is upended when Tommy's father dies in a sudden car crash.

Thrust back into the spotlight, Laura is pressured by Tommy's mother to play the part of the devoted wife one last time-for the cameras, the legacy, the nation. In return, she promises a clean divorce when the dust settles. But as Laura and Tommy navigate grief, public scrutiny, and buried emotions, they begin to question if their story is really over-or if something worth saving still lingers beneath the wreckage.

This story is under revision. I am currently rewriting the entire thing. Since this is the past version, I may continue to post the rest of the chapters.

Trusting people can be hard when there's someone trying to murder you on the loose. Especially when that someone tried to kill you on a trip only a few people were supposed to know about. Scarlett has to find out who is trying to murder her, but that's hard to do when she has so many people who are out to get her. And the fact that she's been known to be a ruthless ruler to her people doesn't help her case. With the help of a new friend and some old ones she starts investigating. Along the way she realizes she has loosened the reins on her feelings for her new friend, but will this affect her?

How far would you go for the person who feels like home?

Samantha Pearson never expected to fall for someone like Nate Dawson-smart, gorgeous, and way out of her league. Too bad he's taken.

As the new girl in town and a freshman in law school, Sam is just trying to survive the chaos of legal studies. But then there's Nate, her brilliant, charming, "totally off-limits" study-buddy. He's dating Ashley Reynolds, the queen bee of their law school, and Sam knows better than to catch feelings.

But sometimes, the heart doesn't listen. What starts as an innocent friendship soon turns into deep conversations, stolen glances, and moments that felt like "more".

As they chase their dreams of becoming lawyers, real life comes crashing in... can they fight for each other when everything, including their own choices, seems to pull them apart?

Or is some love just not meant to stand the test of time?

Sometimes just a word or sentence said by somebody holds unbelievable value in your life but what if till the point that they turn into nightmares?People might think I have gone crazy or lost my mind but I know it's not true because the dreams of the people who once lived whisper to me every night about 'The Dreams of The Dead'​​​​​​​

We fell apart,

Like fallen leaves in October,

Even though we were from the same branch,

Our foolish promises and words spoken at whims couldn't anchor us to the tree,

So we flew apart with low blow of wind,

Now that I think,

Perhaps it was foolish of us,

To give our hearts to someone unknown,

But now so deep in love,

I wonder if we can call it a mistake,

Even though it only lasted for a season,

Perhaps it could sum up our lives.

----x----

My first poetry collection.

Some of the poems here are free verses.

I hope you like it. Thank you kind stranger or friend for reading!

When a group of friends is hired to clean up after a wild party at the infamous White mansion, they expect a night of easy money and a chance to explore the lavish estate. But as they step inside, they quickly realize something is wrong. The mansion is eerily quiet, its halls filled with strange shadows and unsettling whispers.

Enter Faith Salter--a young woman who just wants to keep her troubled boyfriend safe inside the utopia she's tried to create for him as best she can, even as the façade is starting to crack. Living in a house she can barely afford and now receiving some unforseen medical bills, her desperation has brought her face to face with an ethically questionable 'friend' from her past, who's more than willing to strike a deal with her. Will it fix the situation, or worsen it in the long run?

Prologue

A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.

Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.

Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.

As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its lights flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.

The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him. Gradually, he begins to turn his head and sees a beast staring at him with bright yellow, a goldish iris surrounding its pupils. He continues to scan the creature from head to toe and notices blood dripping from its mouth, “Hello, Tre.” The beast smiles and reveals its teeth, soaked in blood. “We warned your parents, and they refused to give you up. They ignored our demands and showed no fear when threatened.” The beast's hands clenched, its claws digging into his palms. “My masters will not be ignored if they ask for anything; there should be no hesitation or resistance in getting what they want.” Tre stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched the beast’s blood dripping from his palms.

“Since I’ve removed your parents from the equation, I suggest you come with me.” The two stared at each other, allowing the silence to fill the ever-shrinking hallway. His fear turned into defiance. His parents had risked and lost their lives, refusing to give him up. Even though he was just a teenager, Tre knew he had a choice, and he would rather die than be taken away, giving this beast and its masters the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. The beast grinned, tilting its head sideways. “I ask you not to be foolish and believe you have a choice. Make this easy on both of us; no one wants more blood to be spilled.”

Suddenly, the front door was kicked in, and he saw a flash of light. “Holy fucking shit! What is that?!” Bullets started flying towards Tre and the beast; multiple bullets ripped through it while a stray hit Tre in his left arm. “This is Officer James!! I need backup at—”. In the blink of an eye, the beast dashed forward and slit the Officer’s throat from ear to ear. The Officer's eyes grew wide with shock, and fear spread across his face. He reached his neck with both hands and fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only gurgling from the blood filling his throat was audible. The beast walked up to him and placed its hand around his, pulling his hair back and exposing the neck as blood poured faster and faster from his wound. The last thing Tre saw was the Officer moving his lips, mouthing the words “Run.” The beast then pulled upwards, removing the Officer’s head from its body, and with a loud thud, the Officer hit the floor, and Tre sprinted for the back door.