The White Death

In a realm where light survives only as a memory, and the flowers of sin bloom from ash, two souls defy what has already been written. Kael, the fallen warrior marked by demon blood and the ghosts of his past, has long abandoned the idea of redemption—believing only in battle. Rhea, the White Rose whose touch both heals and wounds, carries within her the final hope of a world collapsing under its own weight. When their paths cross, fate begins to unravel. Between power and desire lies a fragile balance where every touch becomes a choice and every word a sentence. But what happens when the price of salvation is the soul itself—and saving the world means losing each other? The White Rose of Damnation is a haunting dark-fantasy tale of sin, faith, and forbidden love—where purity is not innocence, but the last chance left before the end.

Being the first born of her parent’s Lilith never got that attention and love from her parents because they wanted boy and not a girl, and hence she was not respected in her school as well, despite being the Alpha blood, but it gets worse for her when at the age of sixteen her wolf appears but she couldn’t shift. Member of her pack assumed that she is a weak wolf and an insult for the pack, hence bullying starts for her because her own parents felt disgust from her. She did not lose the hope and waited impatiently for her mate, until one day the Alpha of Creek Star pack was invited to the dinner by her father and she found out that none other than Caleb Donovan is her mate but her heart breaks down when she finds out why he accepted her as his mate.

Aksha never imagined that her life is full of mystery. When her eyes turned gold, that's when she realized that she is not an ordinary human being. It was terrifying to know that for her, she's a monster, than living alone in the street as an orphan.

The first story in Two Goddesses tells the life of one of the two goddesses who is adopted as the owner of the universe's most powerful book, The Origin. Besieged by tragedy since birth, the "fake" Princess Mavellin fights for her own harsh life to regain freedom and exact revenge on those who have caused her pain. She realized, as she swam alone in the vortex, that all of her pain stemmed from an event that shook the Holy Mountain Velsi on the day she was born... "The mind is as strong as steel, but the heart is constantly on fire."

Synopsis: Sherry Francelia ay isang babaeng tumatakbo mula sa isang impyernong hindi niya pinili—isang mundo ng dugo, kasinungalingan, at kapangyarihan. Sa desperasyon, gumawa siya ng isang mapanganib na desisyon: ang lokohin ang isang lalaking mas mapanganib kaysa sa sinumang humahabol sa kanya. Si Levim Devereux ay isang kilalang mafia boss—malamig, walang puso, at walang sinasanto. Ngunit sa kabila ng kanyang bangis, may isang bagay siyang hindi inasahan: isang babae na walang takot na pumapasok sa kanyang mundo at ginugulo ang kanyang plano. Ang kanilang ugnayan ay nagsimula sa isang kasinungalingan—isang delikadong laro ng panlilinlang at kapangyarihan. Ngunit habang lalong lumalalim ang kanilang koneksyon, nagiging malinaw na may mas malaking pwersang gumagalaw sa kanilang paligid. Nang bumalik ang multo ng nakaraan, napagtanto ni Sherry na walang makatakas sa mundong pilit niyang tinatakasan—lalo na kung ang lalaking dati niyang niloko ay siya na ring kinatatakutan niyang mawala. Sa pagitan ng pagnanasa at panganib, pagtataksil at katotohanan—sino ang unang bibigay? At sa isang mundo kung saan ang tiwala ay isang bagay na maaaring pumatay, paano mo malalaman kung sino ang tunay mong kakampi?

Mileena Holland was born into The Nightingale, a prestigious royal Lycan pack, the daughter of two of its most formidable warriors. But at the age of five, her life took a shocking turn—she transformed into a rare white Lycan, something almost unheard of. From that moment on, she was never seen the same way twice. To some, she was a blessing touched by fate; to others, a dangerous omen. The other children made their judgment clear, and Mileena grew up in the shadow of their cruelty. Unable to watch her daughter suffer any longer, Mileena’s mother made the difficult choice to leave the pack, taking her child with her. Her father, bound by loyalty, remained behind. Cast out into the unknown, the two became rogues, eventually finding refuge and a fragile sense of belonging in a new pack. For a time, it seemed they had escaped the past—but peace is fleeting. A brutal rogue attack shattered their new home, claiming many lives, including the one person Mileena had left—her mother. Now alone, burdened by grief and the weight of who she is, Mileena stands at a crossroads. Will she let vengeance consume her, or will she find a way to rise above the pain and forge a new path?

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

HER : I had to leave, i had my reasons. Leaving changed me. I had to forget my past, to adapt with my present, to face the future. I suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. HIM : She left, without any reason, she didn't even say goodbye. Losing her changed me. I couldn't forget my past, my present stopped, i can't face the future. She suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. We saw them fight, laugh, shout, cry. We saw them fall in love, we saw them get married and start on with their lives. But one man from her past -suddenly comes back- knocks on her door, enters her life and everything after goes downhill. Secret reveals, dreams get shattered, hearts get crashed, old wounds open again, and new scars start to show. They split apart, they hate , they change. And right now; they're not dead, yet still not alive. And the question stays; Will they ever get their love back, or will it just be the death of them both?

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.