omnia mors aequat

In a lifeless, desolate region where the sun never fully rises, a solitary figure tends a humble farm. To the world, he is a simple man clad in black cloth, a farmer whose presence is imperceptible, whose aura cannot be sensed, and whose power remains unknowable. Yet legends whisper of crops that exist only in myth, capable of granting unimaginable cultivation potential, yet unreachable by mortal hands. He is Khaldrin, the Lord of the Evening, an entity whose spirit, soul, and body are perfectly synchronized, immune to all laws, gods, and mortals alike. His scythe wields reality itself, his black flames burn sin eternally, and his very existence bends life, death, and time to his will. No mastery, no law, no force can challenge him. For millions of years, he has lived in solitude, unnoticed by the world. But when a lost Sword Saint wanders into this cursed land, curiosity draws him to the farmer. He offers homage, food, and wine, yet all his senses fail to comprehend the man before him. The crops, the silence, the eternal black flames, and the aura of absolute authority remain a mystery. In a world where chaos, law, and cultivation define power, Khaldrin is beyond all understanding—a being who walks unnoticed, yet holds dominion over existence itself. The legend of the Lord of the Evening is whispered, feared, and revered…even as he quietly tills the soil, unseen, unstoppable, eternal. --- If you want, I can also write a shorter, punchy version for Webnovel or novel listing, to attract readers instantly. Do you want me to do that?

A família de Mors é atacada enquanto ele estranhamente adormeceu, com a sua filha desaparecida e a sua mulher morta, a jornada para salvar a sua filha está prestes a começar.

Alex a rich guy that got his money from inheritance with no family but a lot of money but that did not matter at the end of the world his mansion raided for supplies and he taken as a slave he has seen and heard many horrendous things finally five years of being a slave he got his chance opened the gate of and let in zombies killing hundreds of survivors and slaves seeing all the death he didn’t feel anything he was already dead soon he was devoured by zombies and ripped apart

Após muitos anos a viver no inferno, a sua tasca é assaltada enquanto ele está fora, é nesse momento que parte em busca do culpado, e um monte de mistérios acerca do inferno aparecem.

O governo está sobre a ameaça de um ataque ao planeta terra, com medo de tal acontecimento decidem criar artificialmente um ser humano com os genes de um herói do passado, mas as coisas não correm como esperavam.

Those are some simple short stories of mine. Have a good read. :D This is a pamphlet so treat it as you should.

Diary Entry of Mors edit*(was supposed to be) [16 Jan 2025 - 3 May 2026]

A vida, intricada e insondável, tece seus fios intricados em meio ao manto do destino. As correntes do pensamento podem oscilar, contudo, a essência da ideologia persiste, como uma sombra implacável, seguindo-nos com os atos e as memórias que nutrimos. Por que, então, este fado inexorável nos abraça?

The Prestigious, The Elite. The number one academy in the whole world. Mors Aranea Acadamy, otherwise known as M.A.A. Only five hundred students are specifically chosen to attend every year. In all of these five hundred I have been chosen to officially attend as a student at MAA. It’s an unbelievably amazing honour. Except for the fact that I am a mundane with no magical powers whatsoever and I only have the opportunity to attend is because bloody nepotism still exists. I am Cassian Cato. I am a straight descendant of the great Calix Cato. One of the ten most powerful mages of old. He was a powerful mage who built the Cato Dukedom from the ground. He also helped immensely in the “ War Of Death” He helped us win against the greatest of evils and sent them straight back to hell, where they belonged. I have most of his blood in my veins. I should be a powerful mage yet, I’m not. I am weak. I am powerless and I have no display of magic in my blood at all. Those were the words my father constantly told me. Those were the words I believed to be true. My mother, Dorethea Cato believes that I will soon break the supposed seal on me. She says that I am to be one of the most extraordinary mages of my time. Though my father denies it blatantly. I am now in my second year at MAA and I have yet to show any sort of magic. One day after a group of students have finished their daily beating at me, I lay on the cold, hard ground of the yard behind the Academy as it starts to rain heavily. I have given up all hope. Just as I am about to close my eyes forever, I feel an immense pain in my heart. I hear a voice calling to me. It tells me it is not my time to sleep yet and I wake up in my dorm with powers that have suddenly been unleashed. I suppose mother was right…. ______________ Mors Aranea is not what you believe it to be. Neither were the ‘Ten Mages of Old’ said a voice as sweet as honey, yet the words it spoke were filled with malice. _____________ This book will be portrayed in 3rd pov for the majority of the chapters but the synopsis only has a brief pov of Cassians life. Credits: Cover: The Dragons Cathedral by Tsutomu Kitazawa : Reddit. Warning: swearing, Gore, sexual content, sexual mention, bullying, violence, suicide attempt, etc.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!