Elias Brooks wakes up in a mysterious world full of monsters and magic. With only his survival skills, he sets off to uncover his true identity. Along the way, he learns new abilities and faces dark forces threatening both worlds. Join Elias on an epic adventure of self-discovery, friendship, and hope.
"Where am I? What's going on?" I stammered, my mind racing to piece together the events leading to this bewildering moment. "I remember going to bed last night after a fight with my landlord because my rent is way overdue, but... how did I end up in the middle of nowhere?"
Desperately trying to make sense of the strange situation, I fought to quell the rising panic within me. Pushing myself up from the rickety ground, I scanned my surroundings, searching for any clue to unravel this perplexing mystery.
I scanned the unfamiliar landscape, my breath catching in my throat as I beheld the sight of two moons hanging low in the alien sky. Disbelief washed over me, mingled with a creeping sense of dread. How could I have ended up in a place so utterly foreign?
Before I could figure it out, a loud, scary scream broke the silence. I turned and saw a huge, ugly creature coming right at me.
It was like something out of a nightmare, all twisted and green with glowing eyes that seemed to see right through me. I froze in fear, unable to move.
The monster smelled awful, like rotting meat, and I could feel its hot breath on my face as it got closer. I stumbled backward, trying to get away, but it was too fast.
With adrenaline pumping, I ran as fast as I could, desperate to escape. The monster was right behind me, slashing at me with its sharp claws. I could feel them tearing into my skin, but I kept going, driven by pure fear.
As I stumbled through the dense undergrowth, my heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears like a drumbeat of terror. The monstrous creature's roars still reverberated through the forest, driving me forward in a desperate search for safety.
I spotted a small cave hidden beneath the gnarled roots of a towering tree and dashed inside, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The cave was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of earth and decay, but it offered sanctuary from the relentless pursuit of the creature.
I waited, listening for any sign of pursuit, praying that I had managed to evade the creature's grasp.
With shaking hands, I tore a strip of fabric from my shirt and used it to bandage my bleeding wound as best I could. The pain was excruciating, each movement sending waves of agony coursing through my battered body, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through, knowing that my survival depended on it.
As darkness closed in around me, I collapsed onto the cold stone floor of the cave, my body wracked with exhaustion and pain. I prayed for the strength to see another day, to overcome the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
When I awoke, I found myself alone in the cave, the wounds on my body a painful reminder of the terrors I had faced. With grim determination, I rose to my feet and set out into the wilderness, my mind set on finding shelter and safety.
For days, I wandered through the unforgiving landscape, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger. I encountered a myriad of strange and terrifying creatures, each more fearsome than the last.
There were creatures with twisted forms and razor-sharp claws, their eyes gleaming with malice as they prowled through the shadows. Others lurked in the depths of murky swamps, their slimy tendrils reaching out to ensnare unsuspecting prey.
As I stumbled through the forest, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger, my stomach growled, pleading for nutrient. How many days had passed since I last ate or drank water? I couldn't be sure. Time seemed to blur together in this relentless struggle for survival.
My mind raced with thoughts of finding food, of quenching the thirst that burned in my throat like fire. And then, as if in answer to my silent prayers, I stumbled upon a small stream meandering through the forest, its crystal-clear waters glistening in the dappled sunlight.
Relief flooded through me as I hurried to the water's edge, my parched lips parting in anticipation of the cool, refreshing drink that awaited me. But as I lowered myself to the water, a sudden movement caught my eye-a dark shape lurking just beneath the surface, its eyes fixed on me with predatory intent.
Fear surged through me as I realized I was not alone. With a surge of adrenaline, I sprang to my feet, my senses on high alert as I faced the creature that had emerged from the depths of the stream-a massive serpent with scales like polished emeralds and fangs as long as my arm.
My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned my surroundings, desperate for any means of defense. But the forest offered no refuge, no weapons to wield against the creature that threatened to strike.
With no other choice, I braced myself for the impending attack, knowing that I stood little chance against such a formidable opponent. But I refused to back down, driven by a primal instinct to survive at all costs.
The snake lunged at me, its jaws snapping shut inches from my face. I dodged to the side and grabbed a nearby stick. It was rough and uneven, but it was all I had.
With all my strength, I swung the stick at the snake's head. It hit hard, making the snake hiss in pain. I kept swinging, each hit fueled by fear and desperation.
Finally, with one last powerful swing, I knocked the snake out cold. It lay still on the ground, defeated.
I collapsed beside it, panting and exhausted. I defeated it! It was tough, but I was alive. And in this dangerous world, that was enough for now.
As I sat by the fallen snake, trying to catch my breath, I felt a strange sensation that I wasn't alone. The bushes nearby rustled softly, and a shiver ran down my spine.
I gripped my stick tighter, ready for whatever might come out of the bushes. Who-or what-was hiding there? And what new dangers lay ahead?
With a sense of dread, I prepared myself for whatever was about to happen, knowing that my journey had only just begun.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."