Tasty Tales of Transformation

  -Artwork by Shenjudongmandabanban- It was as if the world itself were wrapped in song, Sihan embraced by the reverberations he helped give rise to. He and many others filled the space of hallowed temple walls with choir—the space returning their song back in earnest echo. White walls and black tiled roofs riddled the large expanse of the metal temple, with traditional wood carvings of his group's deity, Yaoshi, adorning every other row pillars within. The structure was a testament to an ancient devotion. It all made Sihan feel so small, but a part of something greater. That greater purpose had called out to him years ago upon being welcomed into the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus after the death of his parents. He had always felt as if he were sleepwalking through life, drenched in the bureaucracy of his job at Xianzhou Luofu's research division. The floating world within a ship he existed on was a tiresome routine of overbearing structures and constricting order. All he cared ...

  artwork - doiparuni This story is a sequel to Dark Caress 3 Darkness, the enemy of the light. Rightfully it is feared, yet still there are those who celebrate and even wield it. Tharja and her coven are such people—a sorceress supreme who is the very envoy of the great abyss that exists beyond the veil of humanity’s eyes. A realm shrouded in the dark that blinds them. Whether her goal spells doom for the world is yet to be seen, but plans have begun in motion, fresh off the night of yet another individual becoming one of Tharja’s thrall. The morning after, the two began a meeting. Tharja clasped her hands, seated a table opposite of her servant Orochi, the room lit only by a dim candle, whose only purpose seemed to make the shadows of the room more brilliant. “Remember, your powers are drawn from a well that is my own. Siphon too much and it might end you.” Tharja was teaching the woman on how to harness and control her dark powers, powers birthed by the connection Sorceress Thar...

  It was a calm, breezy evening at the Officer’s Academy, an elite facility that trained students in the ways of weapons and magic. Located within a giant Monastery, the royalty and nobility of several great factions sent their heirs to the academy in order to learn the art of warfare. It was all to build up the next generation of rulers. So needless to say, much pressure resided on the students and those who taught them. On this particular evening, after a rigorous course in magical defense, one of the academy’s prodigies of magic, Lysithea, isolated herself against a large stone wall not too far from the teacher’s office. She twiddled her thumbs, lost in turmoil over how to proceed. Feelings had been stirring in her for quite some time, and now she was contemplating whether to take the next step in revealing them to the one she had become smitten with. That person was her teacher. Come now Lysithea, you’ve got this, the beautiful, silver-haired woman thought to herself. It’ll ha...