Cradle Of Civilization

"Remember child, your world is broken and you are born to fix it" ..... Badbloods are people with peculiar abilities and they are evil. Are they? The human civilization collapsed as a powerful Badblood, the Inkur, unleashed the Reapers into the land. Reapers are creatures from the abyss and they fed on human soul and flesh. Those who survived creates a village and built walls to keep them safe from the Reapers. Badbloods were killed or casted out from the villages as people fear them. Serra, a young girl in their village was casted out and was accused as a Badblood, but she don't know if she is and she don't know her power. She is forced to walk in the lands with Reapers lurking in the shadows. She will then discover that the Reapers aren't the only the one to fear outside the gates.

Ellie Winbury almost died on the operating table, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. Her husband wasn't there. He was across town, dropping millions of dollars on an auction jewelry piece for his mistress as her birthday gift. Four years of marriage had sanded Ellie down, whittling away her pride until only a hollow shell remained. She had contorted herself, bending over backward to please him, but her warmth could never melt the permafrost in his heart. The final break came when she saw him cradle her enemy's daughter with a tenderness he had never, not once, shown her. Something fragile inside her finally snapped. She signed the divorce papers, left them on the table, and walked out without a single look back. She re-entered the workforce, forging her heartbreak into ruthless ambition. Soon, "Ellie Winbury" was the name on everyone's lips—a phoenix risen from the ashes. In the city's elite circles, her favor was the ultimate prize. Watching one suitor after another circle around her, the stoic CEO finally lost his composure. He cut off every man who dared approach her. He cornered her against the wall, his voice a low, dangerous growl in her ear. "Ellie, this divorce... I never agreed to it."

The High King Constantine Demonicus, The First Lycan. Moon Goddess Selene's most perfect creation. Forced to leave his kingdom because his human could no longer rule, he roamed the alps for a century, mateless and alone. Until his race was at the edge of extinction brought by greed and war. Sought by his faithful alphas, he was brought back to civilization with a surprise waiting just for him. Mia Jane Rochette's life is perfect. Or is it? Growing up as an only child, rich and well cared for. She couldn't ask for more. Yet, she craved independence. And freedom. Will she find it in the arms of a man who will do anything to keep her? Or will she run away if her true nature catches up with her. MATURE CONTENT 18+

Zoebella emerges from the fallout shelter, alone and unprepared for the ravished earth left behind after the downfall of society. Creatures that once belonged in fairytales now rule over the remnants of civilization's collapse, men who can shift into wolves at will instill fear into humankind's few remaining survivors. Zoe learns how to endure this new environment and its deceitful inhabitants through literal blood, sweat, and tears, two protectors aiding her throughout her journey. Yet, each male tempts her in their own unique way, leaving Zoe torn on which path to venture forward into the unknown, but she may not be able to outlast what the weather and fate still have in store for her. Can Zoebella outrun the monsters chasing her, or will she run straight into the arms of someone much worse?

When Mathew was summoned to marry someone he does not love, he looked immediately for away to get away with it. He left without hesitation to escape and maybe find a woman who will marry him without knowing his identity. He travelled to a far away place, to an island that is far from civilization and lived like the islanders. There, he met the woman who captured his attention-plain and simple but badass and independent. He fell in love to Aleia Reign Grymes, but in the midst of their romance, Aleia disappeared. Matthew went back to his original world only to find out the secret behind Aleia's real identity-as the sister of his supposed to be fiancee Will he pursue the marriage with Aleia's sister or fight for his love for her even after knowing that he was deceived by her?

To mend his broken heart and forget his ex-fiancée, Jasson Luther decided to go back to the island of Isla Lutherio, where he was born and raised. Nonetheless, instead of resting and easing his thoughts, he grew more upset and concerned when his heart became engaged again— which is when he met Samara, his lady butler, and personal driver's daughter. How can he manage his unwanted feelings toward a young girl? For heaven's sake, Samara is eighteen years younger than he is. He may be accused of being a cradle snatcher, and he may even be mistaken for a pedophile. And to avoid his unexplainable feelings for the girl, he diverts his attention to others—ladies his age. However, the more he avoids his feelings, the more intense they become. He couldn't stand seeing her dissatisfied and sullen expression towards him. He couldn't help being envious of every male associated with the girl. How long can he hold back his feelings for Samara? Will he be able to let her be with another guy despite their feelings for each other? Or will he be able to fight for his love against Samara’s entire clan?

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

When human civilization all around the world begins to face the threat of impromptu attacks from werewolves and vampires, with each line of the supernatural individually operating on its own, A plan is made to protect a human state to keep the women, girls and children safe. Unfortunately this plan flops and Jasmine, a 20 years old human scientist naturally finds herself leading a group of survivors out of the town. Regardless, the cunning invaders finds out about the plan and eventually they are trapped by the monsters. The heir and prince of the werewolves, Alpha Raymond, picks an interest in Jasmine which she cringes upon. Unable to resist her beauty and the lust he has for her, he shares a love/hate relationship with her, keeping her in his secret house. An unfortunate event happens and Jasmine is captured from the werewolves by the vampires as she corresponds to an important sacrificial asset they've been hunting for years. Would Alpha Raymond be able to save her and would she ever accept his love?

Lilienne Winslow "I'm a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic" Rowan Sinclair "Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight." Neither of them ever wished for the union of marriage, not the weight of a promise, that felt more like chains. two souls adrift, untamed, untouched by love's hand.Yet fate, with silent steps, wove them into one, In a bond neither sought, but neither could withstand. He, a man of steel, a man of few words and of unshaken resolve, She, a spirit of grace, a woman of quiet strength,carrying wounds, no one cared to see. In the quiet vows exchanged, hearts kept their guard,But in the silence between them, emotions sparked, unbarred. In his silence, she found a space to breathe. In her fragility, he found something worth protecting.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of us ladies!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annulling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction and his heart clenches. It's her!