We Were Just Kids We ran barefoot through golden fields, laughing until our sides ached. We tore through the village, knocking on doors, stirring up mischief—until the grown-ups caught us. We got scolded. Assigned chores. Punishments that left our hands sore. He had no one. So my family became his. My sister washed and brushed his tangled hair like she did mine. He’d pout and squirm when the girls fussed over him—pretending to hate it, but never really resisting. My mom once tried to give him a warm bath like she did for us. He clung to his muddy clothes, glaring at the soap like it was poison. She laughed softly, patient as ever, and eventually coaxed him into the water with kind words and a lullaby. My brother gave him hand-me-downs and taught him to tie his shoes. I saved for weeks to buy him a hunting knife so he could come with us—me, my brother, and our father—while our sister stayed home to help Mother. He was one of us. And then—he vanished. No goodbye. No sign. We searched every stream, every village. But he was gone. Years passed. I worked in the village. My siblings picked up the slack at home. But not a day went by that we didn’t wonder what happened to him. And then… he returned. I came home one evening. The door creaked open. Soup still steamed on the table. But something was wrong. My brother’s bow—broken and stained. The knife I gave him—buried in the floorboards. My sister’s ribbon—torn and soaked. My parents—silent. And him… standing in the shadows. Gaunt face. Hollow eyes. Fangs. A vampire. But in his eyes—regret. He whispered their names. Cried over their bodies. He wasn’t just a monster. He was broken. He looked at me—expecting the blade. Begging for it. But i let him go and I hate myself for that. But not again. I trained until I felt nothing. Sharpened the knife until my hands bled. I’m empty now. And I’ll show no mercy. This time, he won’t walk away. I prayed for my family peace before i began hunt

I had been wandering from village to village, cold and hungry, asking for work. No one had room for another mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t walk another step, I saw it—rising beyond the trees like a shadow from a nightmare: a black castle with jagged towers and glowing windows. I followed the cracked path to the iron gate and rang the bell. The chime echoed through the woods like a warning. A tall woman in black answered. Pale. Stern. Her eyes held no warmth. “You’re here for work?” she asked, looking me over. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, tired but hopeful. Her lips pressed into a line. “Then listen carefully. No wandering. No questions. No going near the east wing. You clean what I tell you. You speak only when spoken to. Break the rules, and you’re out. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She turned sharply and led me inside. The castle was beautiful but dead—velvet curtains, polished marble floors, and walls lined with faded portraits. Cold. Too quiet. As we passed a wide hall, I heard faint music. Piano. Then the whisper of soft footfalls. I looked. Through the crack of a gilded door, a boy danced alone. He was dressed in white, slender, graceful—but exhausted. His face was blank, but tears streaked silently down his cheeks. Every move was flawless. And painful. “Eyes forward,” the woman snapped. “Don’t look at him. Just do your job.” But I had seen enough to know— something in this castle was terribly wrong. And so was the boy.

My name is Sedruil Valemir — Lord of the North, son of a dying queen, brother to a ghost. I gave him the scar the night we were forced apart. I told him, “If they take you, I’ll find you by this.” Then I pushed his hair over it — to hide it from our parents. I never forget my own work. After the war, our family fractured. Father took him South. I stayed in the North with Mother. I told myself he’d be strong enough. That he’d survive. But Father didn’t raise sons — he shattered them. He broke my brother’s body, twisted his mind, and fed the curse that slept inside him. His powers grew violent, wild — fire, shadow, ruin. He destroyed villages. Left people begging. But he never laughed. Never mocked their pain. He just watched — hollow, numb. Like none of it touched him anymore. I heard the stories. That he killed Father. That people died whispering his name. When I found him again, he stood in the rain beneath the old sugi tree, soaked and silent. His robe — the black Shikuro — hung loose on his shoulders, like it no longer belonged to him. He looked at me with eyes barely human and said, “Can I see her?” I said no. Because I hated him. Not for what he became… but for letting it happen. He was just a boy, but he knew better. He could’ve fought harder. He could’ve held on. But he let Father twist him. Let the curse take root. He gave in. Chose the fire. He was a lost cause. Too far gone. And still… For the first time in years, I touched the scar I gave him. It burned — not with pain, but with warmth. He trembled. Fell to his knees. Wept like the boy I used to know. I held him. Because even if I couldn’t forgive him… I couldn’t turn him in. Not yet.

I don’t remember my father’s face. Just his hands, shaking, when he gave us away. Me and my half-brother—sold to pay off a debt. The man who took us didn’t raise us. He owned us. Shock collars around our necks. Fights every night. No food unless we won. No sleep unless we earned it. If we disobeyed, the shocks came. If that didn’t work, the enforcers did. They beat us until we couldn’t move. Sometimes worse. We took turns in the cage. Sometimes fought each other. I learned to survive with my fists. My brother used his mind. He watched. Waited. When the man died, I thought we were free. But my brother found the key—and used it on himself. He kept my collar on. Said it was for my safety. Said I was dangerous. Now he controls the fights. I bleed so we can climb. He feeds me when I win. Lets me sleep when I kill. But the collar never comes off. I remember the nights I shielded him from the cold. The beatings I took for him. How he used to cry when we were alone. Now he stands above the cage. Clean. Calm. Just like the man we hated. But something’s changing. In him. In me. I speak, and he stares like he’s afraid of what I remember. And someone else is watching us now. Someone worse. The rules haven’t changed. Obey. Fight. Bleed. But I’m not a child anymore. And if he won’t take this collar off… I will.

Lavender was born with power no elf should hold. Even as a child, he conjured wind without words, grew venomous vines from his arms, and struck fear into the hearts of elders. By twelve, he had already harmed too many. The Elves exiled him—for the safety of the village, they said. But the exile broke him. He disappeared into the Stormfang Mountains, a cursed range few returned from. There, storms howled with voices, and shadows crawled with teeth. Lavender endured every horror. And he changed. He grew monstrous—his body sprouted multiple arms, some like claws, others like writhing vines dripping venom. Jagged purple crystals burst from his forehead. His once-green eyes turned a deep violet, storm-charged and soul-hungry. When he returned, he brought ruin with him. Clouds churned wherever he walked. Villages vanished beneath dark skies. Lightning obeyed his will. But one stood in his path: his half-brother, Caelen—the only one with human blood, and the crown of the Elven kingdom. Lavender hated him most. The “perfect” one. The protector. Lavender killed their parents, burned the palace, and took Caelen captive. Chained in the depths of the mountain, Caelen was beaten, starved, and tortured for days—forced to cook, clean, and serve his brother like a slave. “Give me your title,” Lavender snarled. “Give me the kingdom.” But Caelen never bowed. Because he knew: if he gave it up, Lavender would enslave the Elves, turn light to ash, and feast on their souls to grow stronger. Now, Lavender rules the dark peaks, a storm-beast king with the power to rip the sky apart. And Caelen remains in chains—but not broken. Because even in the darkest storm, a king does not kneel.

Zeus has always lived in pain and suffering he was never once happy he never knew his birth parents his godfather was his father best friend he promised to always take good care of him or so he say it was all a lie he put Zeus through hell he was tortured he had to work twice as hard he never had the chance to be a child he lived a life of exhaustion and misery he tried to get revenge on his god father but it led him to more suffering every since he was 5 a kid named Leiji was out playing alone and always had a smile he was so white and pale he only wore white every time Zeus would get close he would disappeared for years he’s been trying to get close but he just always disappeared for some reason only Zeus could only see him he was getting angry and annoyed his god father saw him talking to nothing and asked what was he doing he just said nothing and went back to his daily work until one day he woke up in the middle of the night he had to find a way to get through to him ask him who he was and why won’t he leave me alone did he have a peace realm he wondered also Leiji won’t hesitate to punish him or show him who’s boss

So Haru the one in brown hair seen a poster in the city of Japan to try out to be an idol only 1-4 on the team this was his chance to get his who he calls his little brothers out of the run-down 1 building apartment he works hard in a barista to take care of us all while we go to school he’s 23 now on the right side his name is Luka he annoys and tease Haru a lot to the point he beats him up sometimes he’s a trouble maker but he goes to school and gets good grades or else Haru will ground him and make him stay inside he’s 20 on the left is (you) Bonny he’s a little crazy he’s sweet innocent very mature he’s 19 he looks like a child We were all orphans since little children A manger let us Audition and trained together and danced hard and learned to sing for 2 years he gave us this contract we dint read it because we were too excited it says we will work nights and days barley even rest and more

Damion grew up in an Angel realm as a child but he was always a troubled child he would always hit and bully the children but our god mother never really punished him because she believed praying is better i am one of the good children who would always keep him in check and makes sure he behaved I knew how to punish him better than anyone else even though he’s stubborn about it I was his weak spot till one day he went to the demon realm and got badly influenced which led him to harsh punishment by god mother he was badly tortured because it led god mother angry with no Mercy she has never punished anyone this harsh but Damion was an exception (he’s very young 21 7ft tall)

Ghost and I are like brothers his dad basically took care of me Ghost has weak legs but he’s too stubborn to go to an infirmary Ghost never got along with his father because i was the good child and I would get rewarded the most it’s drove ghost crazy so he killed our father when we were kids and he left me crying I haven’t heard from him or saw him again until I saw wanted posters of his crimes for an award money I decide to get my revenge for the only one who kept me happy while war :Ghosts is 7ft skinny pale he’s strong but his body is weak and sensitive

We are born into lab tanks where humans alien hybrid watch over us and study us we are born with powers so we get experimented on daily so we have to be tested and we are put in a arena where we have to battle other kids and if one of us loses we will be punished severely even if we are little kids we can’t get caught getting attached to each other or we will be turned into enemies we are forced to wear a collar that detects what we do at all times when the alien hybrids aren’t there if we try to escape or hurt each other without being in the arena we will be electric awakening Aoi is 10 he’s a special case he has the most powers and it’s almost overwhelming nobody dares bully him And me I’m 5 I have a stuffed teddy bear

Xavier is an investigator and a spy and one of his files read someone robbed his parents house it makes his blood boils and viens bulge as he realize it’s me his twin brother I’m a trouble maker and I’m clingy and obsessed with my other twin Xavier my parents never calmed me as there son because Xavier was the good child now Xavier has to catch me and bring me into interrogation

Zayne’s the calm, sharp assassin. Paxton’s the cruel, hotheaded torture expert. Best friends since middle school, now deep in the mafia. They’ve always denied being boyfriends—but I knew. I’m their enemy. I killed Zayne’s sister. Now they want revenge. Paxton would do anything for Zayne, blinded by love. Zayne plays everyone like a game. Together, they’re dangerous. But here’s the twist: while hunting me, they started watching too closely. Hatred turned into obsession. Now I don’t know if they want to kill me—or keep me. Maybe both.

Nagi-san is a renowned warrior and goblin assassin. One day he is given the task of clearing out a strange cave rumored to be inhabited by the strongest goblins. Nagi simply could not refuse such an exciting adventure. However once in the cave he was attacked by an army of goblins that even such an illustrious warrior would never have been able to cope with. It was a trap... The goblins decided to take revenge on Nagi and gave him a truly terrible punishment... It’s been hours since anyone has heard from Nagi I’m the prisoner who escaped from Nagi and a bandit who escaped the other knights I run into the cave to hide not knowing what’s to come

Im chad and I never asked to be tied to him. When our parents got married, he was five, I was four. He hated me from the start. I don’t blame him. I was taller, quieter, stronger. He was the loud one—skinny, fiery, always begging for attention.He wanted a reaction. I gave him silence. What started as childhood rivalry never went away. We just got older, colder, and better at hiding how much we didn’t fit. They called it “brotherhood.” We knew better. He was always talking—trying to get under my skin, trying to make me feel something. I didn’t give him that. Not out of cruelty. I just didn’t have it to give. They said we were close. Forced us to be. Made us share a room, sit next to each other, smile for photos like we weren’t at each other’s throats the moment no one was looking. Now they want more.Not just closeness. Not just bonding. A relationship. A real one. Romantic. Like if they push us hard enough, we’ll finally fall into some twisted version of love.He’s 22. I’m 21. He’s older, but he always seemed smaller—5’7”, thin, jittery. Like someone made of glass that already cracked long ago.I’m 6’4”. Built. Silent. Heavy in every room I enter. I don’t cry. I don’t scream. I just keep walking. Tonight’s the ball. I planned to use it as my exit. Packed a bag, made arrangements. I’d be gone before they even noticed.But of course, they noticed.“If you want to go,” they said, “you have to make love They called it closure. I call it control. So now I’m here. Stuck in this room with someone who’s been forced into my life like a second skin I never asked to wear. He looks at me like I owe him something. Maybe I do. But I don’t have anything left. Not love. Not hate. Just exhaustion. And all the words I’ll never say.

The cab sped off before I could look back. I stood alone in the cold, staring up at the towering academy gates. The building behind them looked like something out of a dream—fancy, tall, perfect. But it felt hollow. Wrong. I walked up the steps, dragging my bag, and the doors opened on their own. Mr. Halvors stood waiting. “You’re late,” he said. “Come.” The hall was too clean. Too quiet. His footsteps echoed as he led me down the corridor. “No powers indoors. No talking back. Just keep your head down and survive.” We stopped at a heavy set of doors. “The others are inside.” He pushed them open. Left is Ariel, 22 – Siren with red beautiful wet long hair Sways as He sings His voice is haunting, beautiful… deadly. They say one note from him can pull your soul under. No one dares interrupt his songs. He’s a siren Cube, 21 – Ice Everything he touches freezes. His brother didn’t survive it. Now he stays silent, distant, surrounded by frost. His stare is colder than his skin. Samuel, 18 – Nature Vines move when he breathes. But they don’t protect him—they obey the others. He’s the quiet one, the controlled one. A prisoner in his own power. Simo, 23 – Strength/Manipulation He smiles like a friend, lies like a master. One punch from him shatters bone. But it’s his words that really hurt. He enjoys the breaking. Chase, 21 – Hybrid (Cheetah) He’s fast, friendly—on the surface. Behind the grin is a killer instinct. Move wrong, and you’ll never even see him coming. Seth, 22 – Weapon Hair He laughs while his hair whips, strangles, slices. He’s smart, chaotic, and never bored. Pain is a game. And you’re always losing. Zack, 24 – Rage Beast Always angry. Always silent. When he snaps, he grows—massive, violent, unstoppable. The ground cracks when he stands. If your confused about who’s is who they all all in straight line left to right

This is about bl called midnight rain yoai manga Ethan moved to a poor neighborhood because he owed dept for 10 years after his father died and it passed down to him so he couldn’t afford nothing much better so he brought a run-down apartment with mold and trash everywhere so he cleaned the place and saw some extra dirty clothes his size to go take and wash Ethan walk into the neighborhood,laundromat to wash some clothes as he puts clothes in the washer machine he sees a handsome man walk in named Mike who he recognize from yesterday with dirty and bloody clothes he seemed to have a lot of bruises on his body Mike get in trouble a lot with a gang they both find ways to love and trust eatchother through the pain and depressing life and they are both aggressive with eatchother Ethan is 35 and Mike is 24 and Ethan work at a graveyard shift while Mike just lives he doesn’t like to keep a job

Cheon-Sa cane taps rhythmically against the cobblestones of the quiet village in Korea he calls home. His pale hands, visible through the sunlight his wings glistening, even as he’s suffering on the inside he passes a smile to everyone he pass greeting them with a soft gentle handshake he was born with a curse that takes away others pain and suffering and as he takes away it is now casted on to him he took a young boy illness away from him (you) he now has malformed leg,but he uses a brace and a wooden cane to straighten his leg he looks perfect a beautiful even though ugliness is hiding underneath