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Selene's path leads her to interact with mysterious humans and vampires. At the age of 23, she gets transformed into a vampire. Further, her journey takes a U-turn, when she meets a witch and becomes one of them. A crystal bracelet takes her to the parallel world. She travels back and forth towards both worlds. In the meantime, Blight rain affects people with hallucinations and paranormal activities. Will Selene find a cure? Before the Blight rain comes to an end, she gets to know about mass murders happening in her world. How will Selene be able to find the cause of those murders? Selene gets a chance to ascend to Ceres, and becomes the royal heir to protect the Earth. On her walk to a park, she touches a magical book and becomes a triling. Now what is Selene??? A Tri-ling! A vampire, elf & fairy... Have a read to discover the fantasy realm.

The folklores of Philippine Myths, Legends, and Superstitions. What are in their belief? What are the context of their belief? What are the truth and Lies? The punishments and blessings for forfeiting/accepting their superstitions by their saying are Major but what are really the scientific explanations? Can superstition outcome science in this myths and legends? Is their any witnesses of Their Myths and Legends? We are About to find out!

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tai Thumb. He's a Thumbling. His life was not the best, in fact, right now he might even starve to death. Despite that, he still took joy in the little things in life and even hung out with his friends quite a bit. Life was not easy, but he was always able to withstand it. Until one day, he couldn't.

Foretold across the aeons of ages was the Virescent Dusk, an omen scribed upon the Ostracon of Dreams. The Glim One, doom of man and all his kinglands would draw nigh during the dying age. It was sworn and promised by the Sleeping-Sage. Caught within the maelstrom of the ancient divination is a 27-year-old free-sword. Alasdair Wuldric, a sardonic man with a sharpened blade, a bloodied past and a ruined heart. The threads of fate weave and tangle before his eyes of silver and pearl, conjuring before him more questions than answers. What will he sacrifice to discover the mysteries of the Virescent Dusk? And what shall come should it arrive? (Will contain scenes that readers might find offensive)

Are folklores really just some stories meant to scare and entertain children or is there some truth behind them?

In the mystical realm of Alaa, where magic and sword rule supreme, a poignant tale unfolds. Our protagonist, the MC, reincarnated with memories of a past life, navigates the complexities of power, destiny, and the relentless pursuit of protecting the ones he holds dear. Born anew in the vibrant Red Forest, the MC discovers a unique skill—"Devour." This power, intertwined with his monstrous form, becomes both a weapon and a catalyst for evolution. As the MC delves into the intricacies of his newfound abilities, the echoes of a previous existence linger, propelling him on a quest for self-discovery. The journey takes unexpected turns as the MC faces formidable foes and forges alliances within the enchanted forest. The verdant landscape becomes a canvas for battles and self-realization, each encounter revealing layers of strength yet untapped. Haunted by the shadows of betrayal and loss, the MC's determination to safeguard his newfound loved ones intensifies. The narrative weaves through the delicate balance of magic and sword, creating a saga where every choice shapes the destiny of the MC. In a world where power reigns supreme, our MC creates his path—a narrative etched against the backdrop of a magical realm teeming with wonders and perils. Will the MC rise to become a force to be reckoned with, or will the shadows of the past eclipse his newfound existence? "Shadows of Alaa" is a tale of resilience, growth, and the unwavering spirit of an MC seeking his place in a world where the dance of magic and sword sets the stage for a captivating journey of self-discovery.

Disclaimer!: This has nothing to do with the main universe and is just a collection of short stories I came up with. Folklore reborn is, in essence, my own way of making folk stories. A lot of them are likely to have either dark undertones or literal dark themes. This is part of the Short Stories Now universe.

"Hey? have you heard? has anyone ever told you of that urban legend? I heard that if you ever try to harm someone at the valley of Necrofalls. a teen-aged girl accompanied by a black giant and a ram will spirit you away, as your screams echo throughout the valley..." the ram read out from a news papers rumor/gossip section. "What the heck? I was just passing by that one time and now it's an urban legend? again? I mean, the hell am I supposed to do when that creep tried to assault that lady?!" came a teen-age girls outcry. "Ugguuhh..." a groan sounded, while a huge shadow was casted upon both the talking ram and teen-aged girl as the later looked up. "Yeah... they made you sound like some hulking brute when you're just an adorable little sister. don't be sad! for me Vallery will always be my cute little sister" she exclaimed. "Well, I guess that's enough for a short break. let's hit the road you two. Hell won't freeze over and miraculously solve our problems! so let's continue our travels, to get back into the world of the living..." This is a story about a girl, a giant poltergeist and a talking rams journey throughout the depts of hell to get back what was each taken from them. a normal life, retribution and a beloved daughter. . .

The African Folklore Collection invites readers on an exciting journey through the landscapes and cultures of Africa, revealing fascinating stories and timeless wisdom. This anthology brings together stories from different regions and celebrates a rich oral tradition passed down from generation to generation. From drum corps warfare to vast savannahs and lush forests, the stories in this epic showcase the rich and diverse cultures that make up the African continent. Readers will encounter fairy tales, legends, and wise elders, and each story will serve as a window into the deep values, traditions, and morals that African communities hold. Through these narratives, readers will walk through the Sahara Desert and dance with spirits in the rainforest, sitting by the fire with stories that preserve the essence of its people through the art of oral tradition. These stories are not just for entertainment; they are a celebration of the individual, a testament to renewal, and a bridge between the past and the future. The African Folklore Collection invites readers to immerse themselves in the magic and wisdom of African myths, deepening appreciation for cultural and universal themes that impact the world and generations. This anthology is a treasure trove for those seeking to discover the heart and soul of African heritage through the power of story.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?