Jeju Island Arc

“You think I care for what happens to my life?” “The last thing that is certain to happen to all humans is death. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” * Gemma thought that in her life she would never go out while Elenio’s sky was still dark. But after she moved to Ayria, the capital of Elenio, she had that opportunity. Living in a country that has a curfew, Gemma and the millions of people in Elenio never get to enjoy the atmosphere after sunset. Elenio is a beautiful small country in the South Pacific Ocean. At first glance, this country looks like an ordinary country, but actually, this little country holds a big thing: Draconian. Night creatures that roam and kill humans. Of all the inhabitants of Elenio, only the Arcthurian, a special force formed to fight the Draconians, had ever seen the figure of this monstrous creature. Gemma’s work at a nightclub, a forbidden place in Elenio, the actions of her childhood best friend, Jonathan, and Gemma’s encounter with a mysterious handsome man, brings Gemma to be involved in Archturian. Until finally Gemma finds out that the curse of this country is closely related to her.

"In a world of deceit and rigid noble codes, a starving noblewoman finds herself at the mercy of a towering, feral slave. Beneath the rain-lashed Twin Islands, a dark, carnal wraith awakens." Set in ancient Korea’s Joseon Dynasty, society is cruelly divided by blood and strict Neo-Confucian laws. At the apex sit the noble aristocrats (Yangban); at the bottom crawl the slaves. For a noblewoman, chastity is heavier than life. Giving in to desire with a lower-caste man is a treasonous sin punished by the total annihilation of her lineage. In-yeong, the legitimate wife of a prestigious family, is slowly withering away beside an impotent husband. But a violent storm casts her onto a deserted island alongside Sam-seok, a feral servant with the ferocity of a predator. In this isolation where status evaporates, his overwhelming primitive virility awakens desires she repressed for a decade, transforming her into Saekgui (The Carnal Wraith). This unleashed passion is merely the prelude. It will unearth a bloodstained, century-old secret about the nobility's false genealogy and a hidden rebellion of women willing to devour the world of men. SAEKGUI: The Carnal Wraith of Twin Islands is a gothic dark romance depicting the destruction of hierarchy and the primitive awakening of women who choose glorious corruption over suffocating chastity. ⚠️ Content Warning: This dark historical erotica contains explicit sexual content, extreme power dynamics, breeding fetishes, and taboo relationships that shatter morality. Turn these pages only if you are ready to surrender to the abyss where the border between noble and beast is violently blurred.

When King Alaric of Vrasambail died, Prince Archer, the heir to the throne, finds himself facing the prospect of ruling the Kingdom before he was ready to do so. Despite having been prepared by his father for kinghood since the day was he born, he found himself wanting one last adventure before settling in ruling Vrasambail for as long as he shall live. Leaving behind his trusted advisors to rule in his stead, and his long-waiting betrothed, he set off for the quest of a lifetime in the Forest of Mysteries. In the numinous forest, he met Aurora, a feisty, independent lady; different from the ladies in the court; as lovely as she was brave. He fell madly in love with her instantly. He was ready to end his prior betrothal and marry her, but in the midst of war against their rival kingdom, marrying a commoner with questionable lineage could mean losing the love and support of the noble houses and the kingdom: a risk his advisors are not willing to take. Archer must choose between love and duty; between happiness and responsibility. Will love prevail amidst betrayals, long-hidden secrets, and pasts long buried?

I canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same northern lights. The light was soft around her. Even the strands of her hair glowed clearly in the frame. The only photo he had ever taken of me was outside our apartment complex. Backlit. Out of focus. My eyes were squinting, and my entire face was blurred. At the time, he had even laughed and said, “As long as you can tell it’s you, it’s fine.” So it wasn’t that he didn’t know how to take good photos. He just never wanted to take them of me. For four years, he chased the northern lights. And every time, the same person stood beside him. The farthest light I had ever seen was nothing more than an Iceland photo he had posted carelessly online. While I was packing my things, he called me. His voice was rushed. “Weren’t you the one who kept saying you wanted to see the northern lights? Why did you cancel the ticket?” I hung up without answering. Iceland was too far. The aurora was too cold. Since he was never willing to come toward me, I would walk toward the light on my own.

I was born with a one-track mind—I take everything seriously and do exactly as I'm told. When my adoptive father cursed a rival company, calling them bloodsucking vampires, I immediately went out, bought ten pounds of garlic and a crucifix, and stormed into their CEO's office to perform an exorcism. When my adoptive mother said she was willing to sell a kidney for the sake of the company, I contacted an underground black-market clinic on the spot and asked when they could schedule her surgery. Over time, no one dared joke casually around me anymore. Everyone in the family chose their words with extreme care, terrified I might take them at face value. That is, until the day of the family reunion banquet—when the fake heiress, who refused to leave no matter what, showed up as well. She hooked her arm through my brother's and flashed me a provocative smile. "Arista, Benji dotes on me the most," she said sweetly. "He said if anyone dares to make me unhappy, he'll chop them into pieces and dump them in the river to feed the fish." The banquet hall erupted in laughter. I was the only one whose face went deathly pale. The next second, I kicked my brother, Benji Collins, straight onto the dining table. I grabbed the silver steak knife and pressed it against his throat. "Everyone, stay calm," I announced loudly. "I've already called the police! For publicly advocating premeditated murder, desecration of a corpse, and antisocial personality tendencies… The minimum sentence is the death penalty!"

After my parents got divorced, my mom settled in Teania for good. Every year, I would receive a [Happy Birthday] text message from overseas. However, she never replied to the messages I sent her. I had always wanted to ask my mom in person if she actually cared about me. So, before my SATs, I worked like crazy to save money. I was even afraid I would not be able to resist spending it, so I gave the money to my boyfriend and asked him to keep it for me. However, just as I was about to buy my plane ticket, my boyfriend sent me a screenshot showing that my balance was zero. He brushed it off casually. “Last time we played Truth or Dare, I lost a wish ticket to your best friend. “She said she wanted to go see the Auroras, and there was a ‘buy two, get one free’ deal on mystery flight tickets. So, I bought two tickets. We’ll just have to visit Teania another time.” I struggled to keep my voice from trembling. “Lennon York, if you go see the auroras, we’re breaking up.” His expression did not change. He just reached up and ruffled my hair. “Don’t be silly. Once I’m in college, I’ll get a part-time job. Then, I’ll definitely take you there during semester break, okay?” I looked downwards and smiled. I messaged my childhood friend, whom I had not spoken to in a year, and typed. [Is that wish slip you promised me still valid?]