Seven light novel series
all one world

At the base of the mountain, the dwarves live out quiet lives, holding no desire to fight. But when a powerful force arrives, the idealistic optimism of the unprepared turns to chaotic desperation. Now trapped beneath the shadow of this looming threat, they must learn to adapt every day if they hope to survive. Yet can they reject the ideology that led them to this point, or shall they succumb to it?

One thousand years ago arose the great Dwarven Empire, occupying the most precious land. As many dwarven generations passed, the atrocities against the elves were forgotten — but the elves could not forget the trauma they were made to bear. With the empire shattered long ago, its remnants seek to live out quiet, peaceful lives — believing the honing of fighting skills to be the mark of those who desire war. But the pain of the elves has been festering for a thousand years, fueling the Millennium Warriors, sworn never to be caught off guard again.

Surrounded by those he believes complacent, a dwarven father quietly trains his two sons to fight, preparing for a day he hopes never arrives. He speaks of the mythical Fortress Kingdom, said to stand as the line between Dwarkin and the Dark Lands, holding back dangers most believe do not exist. Yet living in a society that has lost awareness, their vigilance is seen as violence.

The Millennium Warriors attack, and this idealistic society finds the peace they held so dearly quickly vanquished, as their only forlorn hope lies in those they once held in contempt. Amid the panic and chaos, eight hold fast to a singular mission: escort the children to safety. Now lost in the wilderness and behind enemy lines, survival becomes a battle of the mind as much as the body. With no refuge, they cling to one hope — to find the Fortress Kingdom. But myths cannot aid against danger that is real.

In the absence of hardship, generations lose sight of the very things that allowed them to live in such abundant comfort. The complacent scorn the vigilant, the negligent disdain the diligent, and the stagnant condemn the inventive. Yet when hardship returns, the vigilant, the diligent, and the inventive remain the only ones capable of guiding the people beyond it. But can a society that has looked down on such people set aside its pride — or will it only make the burden heavier?

Two worlds, set in endless war. Some voices fall silent too soon, yet their echoes endure where memory cannot. In the growing void between legality and morality, a voice stirs - one that will defy the rules of conflict and even the meaning of humanity itself. But beyond that voice lies a truth more enduring than war - a power so absolute that even legend dares not name it.

"coming soon"

I have often seen "truth" weaponized and morality defined by convenience, rather than grounded in conviction and reason. We, as humans, have treated legality as the absolute measure of right and wrong — justifying anything as long as the system approves, desperate to legitimize our corrupt nature. But is the meaning of humanity truly nothing more than to crush others in the service of oneself?

Once upon a satireday, when superstition reigns in sanity and dimes run on jokes through the times, nothing is too absurd or too ironic to be true. Heroes go brr, villains go grr, and even chickens are not safe from punny destiny. When the clock strikes, the villains grin - it is hours. And if it all feels like noncents, you might be out sane, having lost your dime.

"coming soon"

Once upon a particularly suspicious Friday, my mind asked a question that refused to depart. That lingering idea sparked this light-hearted yet thought provoking world of puns and absurdity — logically sound, emotionally unhinged, and layered with meaning. When the dimes are stacked against him, can a man of inconsistent ability manage to stay in sanity?

In a world where lives are rigid and futures determined, many labor beneath roles never truly their own. From the overlooked to the unprepared, one will lead others to uncover the strength within, sparking a future that even he cannot yet see. But to lift others up, he must first face the void within himself. And in guiding them, can he rediscover the purpose he once lost?

"coming soon"

Over the years, I have grown frustrated with the system we call "education" — utterly unconcerned with helping a single soul prosper, as if intentionally designed to restrain potential out of spite. Generations have been raised on standardized memorization and blind conformity. Now, if each person were treated as a unique mind — encouraged to discover and refine their natural talents — how much brighter might the future shine?

Growing in a garden of masquerades, the seeds of deceit, manipulation, and trauma are planted deep in his soul. Crushed beneath the weight of the generational cycle, his growth is stunted. In this overgrown greenhouse of weeds, one lonely flower begins to bloom. But can it be trusted? Or is it just another black dahlia? If a genuine flower exists, could it mean the endless cycles can finally be broken?

"coming soon"

Far too many families are built on illusions — falsehoods of twisted truth and "affection" utilized as leverage. Beneath the "perfect" display, generations wage war against those just trying to fly. But can one survive the flak of lies while staying in range? Or must they fly to new horizons for the cycle to finally be broken?

Reality fractures when sleep descends. Worlds twist without warning - streets bleed into rivers, skies shift colors unseen, and faces vanish before names are spoken. The pieces fade away, yet they do not depart. What lingers feels familiar... though from where, no one can say.

"coming soon"

I've occasionally experienced dreams that seemed random and meaningless, yet left behind a lingering sense of purpose — as if trying to tell me something I could not quite grasp. For is anything truly random? If patterns can be discovered, might observing them reveal deeper truths than the waking world is willing to relinquish?