Sound And Sense: An Introduction To Poetry

“Sin dumme-maranii. Maran dumme-Sinia.” All Sins are humans; all humans are Sins. The king’s curse made it impossible to detect a Sin’s existence. One cannot be born as a Sin and a Sin cannot give birth to a Sin. It cannot be controlled by anyone nor anything. Only fate will determine. The moment all Sins turned to ash, stories and theories about them spread like wild fire. Through the mist of misleading plots and opinions, only a few people truthfully know what really happed at that moment. Twenty years after the king passed, a young man was able to find out that he was a Sin. He claims to be the reincarnation of the late king as he had visions of the past. Relying on his instincts and trusting his visions, he travelled the world in search of Sins like him to resurrect the wrecked honor of the fallen angels. He was able to find some and that’s when the new era of reborn Sins began. The young man became the new king of Sins. Together, they searched for Sins all over the world and began to form a new union that will protect and guide Sins to be able to live alongside humans. The cycle went on until another tragedy occurred which disintegrated the foundations of the union. Twenty years from the present, the king was rumored to be killed by an alliance that were in charge of capturing Sins for experimentation. To this day, Sins are in hiding. Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. 

A young werewolf has been cast away by his peers because of his uniqueness. Kinsley has been unable to mindlink anybody within his pack, the Silver Pack. With this disability, he only hoped that one day, his own mate will accept him for how he was. While waiting for that fateful day, will Kinsley find solace in the eerie sound of silence?

The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream. Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately. His friends hurried over to explain: "Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry." Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me. "So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you." I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other." What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video. In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid." He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,' I had found someone else.

Buried in silence for centuries, Theron was meant to be forgotten—locked away as penance, left to starve until even memory surrendered. But when Nyssa tears open his tomb, she does more than wake an ancient hunger. She binds herself to the very ruin she thought she could resist. His blood vow is simple: protect her, claim her, keep her. But Theron’s protection is as dangerous as it is consuming, and every moment in his shadow tangles Nyssa deeper in a bond that demands surrender. She feels his hunger in her veins, his voice in her thoughts, his vow echoing sharper than any chain. And behind every promise is a reminder: Theron is not tamed. He is a killer, as merciless as the centuries that shaped him—and loving him means loving the ruin he brings. Torn between terror and desire, between the fragile life she knows and the eternity Theron offers, Nyssa must decide if she is strong enough to embrace the darkness she freed—or if his devotion will destroy them both. Because forever with a monster is not a promise of peace. It is a promise of hunger, obsession, and the kind of love that cuts as deep as it heals. A dark paranormal romance about hunger, obsession, and the thin line between protection and possession, The Sound of Ruin is for readers who like their monsters unrepentant, their heroines defiant, and their tension sharp enough to bleed. Expect enemies that burn into lovers, blood-soaked vows that refuse to break, and a gothic fantasy world where survival demands surrender and love is the most dangerous risk of all.

Claire Hanzel was an omega by birth with an extraordinary power: she can communicate with witches, dead or alive. As her race was always considered the lowest and she was rejected by her mate, the Alpha King's son, Ajax Larwoods, Claire felt heartbroken and went to seclusion with the help of a witch. Thinking back on how poorly she was treated by everyone, including Ajax himself, Claire was resolute to live a new life where she can be free and happy. So when Ajax suddenly appeared to her peaceful abode and almost killed everyone surrounding Claire, Claire was beyond speechless. With a horrible but powerful alpha such as Ajax, Claire was imprisoned and suffered through the hands of her very own mate. Every full moon, she prayed to never want to see Ajax ever again, even in their next lives. But as if fate continued to play its trick on her, when the war emerged and she died, on her rebirth with memories intact, Claire found herself facing her scum alpha mate once again. But why was Ajax suddenly showing her differently? He was the cause of her demise. He was a scum alpha... he was, right? Status. Identity. Power. When everyone wished for omegas to die, one omega desired to live. This was the story of a powerful alpha and his brave, little omega who wanted to change the world's views, challenged by the hands of fate.