4 WEEKS LATER
After the near extinction of humankind in Valemont City—and the collapse of several others across the globe—the global government finally stepped in, prompted by the undeniable discovery of supernatural beings.
Fortunately for Valemont, during the chaos of the war, government officials arrived in helicopters and armored vans, evacuating a lucky few. Since then, the once-renowned city has been under heavy reconstruction.
Silverhill slowly began to rise again. Goldengate followed, thanks to generous federal allocations. Roselake received the same treatment. But Raven Hollow, the poorest district, was completely abandoned to its grim fate. Left behind. Forgotten.
Emily had drifted away from her friends long before the rebuilding began. After the war and the tragic deaths that tore their group apart, Rose snapped—especially at Ava, whose failure to take Asher to Volantis, wherever that truly was, became a source of bitter blame.
Asher was declared dead. Jeremy had confirmed it before vanishing himself.
The pain was too much to bear. A brutal fight broke out between Ava and Rose.
Emily tried to mediate—but she got dragged into it.
"You traitor. You betrayal. After what you did, why are you even talking? You don't even have the effrontery to speak. If not for you, some of our friends would still be alive."
Rose's venomous words cut Emily like jagged glass.
She stood frozen, trembling inside. Maybe she could never be forgiven. Maybe no one would ever look past her mistakes. She was flawed—she admitted that—but she had been trying, truly trying, to atone.
The memory scorched her soul.
Sylvia had just stood there. Silent. Watching. And that hurt most of all.
Emily realized then that no matter what she did, she'd always be judged by people who once claimed to love her. With one final breath of fury, she left them behind—for good.
"Fuck you. And if you think you're so perfect, then good luck, Rose. One day you'll beg for help, and you'll realize just how stupid you were for pushing everyone away."
That was the last time Emily saw any of them. She blocked every number. Every message.
Except Jeremy's.
Strangely, Jimmy joined her—not by coincidence, but by a shared ache they couldn't voice. They wandered together, away from the ashes of Valemont, until they reached a military checkpoint.
After thorough scans and soul-crushing questions, they were cleared. Harmless. Survivors.
And so, they were transported to a new settlement.
Jeremy had been cold and distant the whole time. Emily tried to talk to him, tried to crack the ice with soft conversation. But it was useless. One day, he was simply gone.
No goodbye. No note. Just... vanished.
Emily sat quietly in a small garden where a few children played with worn-out toys, laughing near the trucks that housed broken families and half-dead souls.
Was this what humanity had become?
And Asher... Asher would be so disappointed. Their group had shattered after his disappearance, splintered by Rose's newfound arrogance. Just because she was the "dragon reborn."
How pathetic.
Ava had tried to apologize. She had accepted her failure. She admitted that she couldn't get Asher to the throne of immortality. But Emily saw deeper than that—Rose was the one who had gone too far.
Emily wasn't stupid. Even if Asher had made it to that supernatural world, it wouldn't have saved him. No one knew where that place was, or what it truly held. And now, because of everything they did, their names were whispered across the supernatural realm.
Were they legends? Or cursed?
She didn't know. But she was certain of one thing: they could never return to who they were.
Strangers stared at her purple hair. It shimmered in the sunlight—an unmistakable hue that marked her, made her unforgettable. She didn't even try to hide it anymore.
And then, as if the day couldn't get worse, her parents appeared. Alive.
They rushed toward her with manufactured tears and plastic affection. Her mother. Her father. And Harry—who resumed his disgusting habit of slapping her backside in mock affection.
Her parents saw the act but said nothing. Just smiled.
"Come in, Emily. We have an apartment inside the truck. Let's get you something to eat," her mother said sweetly.
Emily stared at them with pure hatred. That fake smile. That fake concern.
They ruined her humanity—and now, she would personally deliver them to Lucifer.
******
IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST
Jeremy was chopping wood in silence. The rhythm of the axe calmed his thoughts—until they drifted.
To them.
To when he, Ezekiel, and Asher had escaped hell together.
When they bonded.
When they laughed.
And now... they were gone. Ripped away by cruel fate.
He fell to his knees. Tears spilled down his cheeks.
"I don't know how it would be possible... but I want to see either of you. No—both of you. It's been almost a month since you disappeared, and I'm still here. Alone. Please..."
Jeremy had cut himself off from the world. Even though humanity was crawling back to life, he had no interest in joining it. People were discovering new species, learning of ancient prophecies. The government had even signed some kind of treaty to coexist with the supernaturals.
Jeremy didn't care.
He ignored all the calls, even from so-called "friends." Only Emily kept trying. She called so often, he lost count. But the others?
Gone.
And that's fine.
If only he wasn't a goddamn supernatural. If only he didn't possess a divine sword.
He would trade everything—everything—just to see them again.
Wiping his tears, he turned to leave the woods—only to freeze.
There, struggling in a magical net, was a white, winged horse. A unicorn.
He stared in awe. Impossible.
But the footprints around the trap sent a chill down his spine. Whatever had laid it... wasn't human.
He stepped forward, drawing his glowing sword—the mark on his back pulsing to life. With a single swing, he sliced through the steel net, setting the unicorn free.
"Go on... fly. At least you deserve your happy ending," Jeremy whispered, stroking its silken mane.
Suddenly, the air shimmered.
A vision entered his mind. A voice—so melodic, so ethereal—spoke:
"You are a kind-hearted soul, Jeremy. For this, I will help you bring Asher and Ezekiel back. But can you endure the journey that comes with it?"
Jeremy nodded desperately.
"I'll do anything. Just let me see them again."
"Destiny has shifted. A new power is rising. A new prophecy has awakened. The heavens will see war like never before. Earth will be caught in the crossfire. But that is not your burden—yet. Your soul must enter external sleep. Only then can you fulfill the task and reunite with your lovers."
Jeremy's heart pounded.
Battle? Again?
"Wait—please! Tell me what's going to happen to the world!"
The voice turned ominous:
"The dark creatures of the sea have awakened. The touch of light will fall into the wrong hands, sparking a war between land and sea. Rose will bear a child destined to overthrow Lucifer. And Lamia's twin son... he will bring chaos to Heaven, Hell, and Water. For he has four fated mates—one of whom will cause the true end of the world."
Silence.
Jeremy's eyes widened in terror.
He wanted to scream, to warn someone. But the voice only laughed.
"You cannot speak. And now... you sleep. For 25 years. Your body will be preserved. Your soul will wander. But do not fear—you are safe."
And just like that, a force took hold of him.
He fell, unconscious.
A tree cracked open. Roots moved like fingers, cradling his body. Wrapping it in bark. Preserving it in silence.
And the journey... began again.
*******
SOMEWHERE ELSE
In a cold tower, a small boy stood before a mirror. His reflection showed Julian—but he was not alone.
Behind him, a dark shadow lurked.
"Hi, boy. It's me again," purred a familiar, wicked voice.
Eden. The siren.
And by the window, another figure sat calmly, flipping through a magazine. His silver eyes gleamed.
"Don't mind him, Julian. I'm Zolan. And we're here... to protect you."
And at the back of the mirror, another stunning figure approached with Purple eyes. It was weird and enchanting.
" I am Zephyr..." And Julian noticed a huge white wing's at his back.
" Also your protector.." he smiled.
Lastly a golden eyed guy was on top of the table facing the wall. He let out a sadonic laughter.
" Last but not the least I am your one and only Hezznine." His voice came out seductively.
THE END (Note Volume 3 will be out soon, so this isn't the end fully. love you all and the side stories will be made available soon)
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TRANSMIGRATION SEDUCING AND MAKING CINDERELLA PRINCE MINE
SYNOPSIS
Well, life was a bitch, and Kayden Shawn never knew the true extent of it till he faced his 8th rejection of his so-called masterpiece—a BL manuscript.
And as if that wasn't enough, his rival got the contract once again, pushing his cherished book to the mud.
Kayden, being enraged, decided to give them his piece of mind, but he didn't foresee waking up into the same rival script—
The cringe Cinderella fairytale romance that his hated rival wrote. And what makes it worse was that it was a straight romance.
A fucking straight romance.
But there was a twist.
A scheming fairy godmother was lurking around planning God knows what. And not to mention that he was given an ultimatum: in order to survive, he must seduce the crown prince of the novel—well, Cinderella's Prince Charming—but it's easier said than done when the bitch kept lurking around.
And to mention that the goddamn plot kept coming in his way, ruining things for him. But he wasn't called a master strategist for nothing, and you know the feeling when you want a forbidden fruit—nothing tastes better than it.
Yes! Kayden wants it, especially when it's from your fellow man.
A supposed straight man.
Not to mention that Cinderella is gonna watch as he steals her man under her cute little nose. How great will it be to turn a famous heroine into a villainess and a branded villain into a hero?
Who says fairy tales have to end the same way?
Even with all these perfect laid out plans, nothing could prepare Kayden for the dark secrets and powers that lurk around the castle, even with the prince waiting to consume him whole.