Hair Color

Sẽ như thế nào, nếu tồn tại một Thế giới, nơi những màu sắc được "nhân hóa" trở thành một con người thật? Sẽ thế nào, nếu những sắc màu ta thấy thường ngày, hay thậm chí những Màu sắc mà bạn yêu thích, bỗng có một nhân tính, có một ước mơ, một cuộc đời đầy rẫy thử thách? Finale of Color, nơi những câu chuyện bắt đầu cùng với những 'Màu sắc' đó trên hành trình thay đổi bản thân, đạt đến những ước mơ và trở thành phiên bản mạnh mẽ nhất của họ. (Vì tôi chỉ là một cái rìu, nên hi vọng sẽ được tiếp đón các đóng góp đến từ bộ não thiên tài của những con người và các nhà hảo tâm.) (Dự kiến chuyển thể truyện tranh, mặc dù chính cái rìu này cũng biết thừa còn lâu mới làm được... 10 năm nữa chăng?)

CUBES OF THE NEON Six thousand years ago, the world of Neon was forever changed when mysterious objects—Neon Cubes—descended from the skies. Each cube radiated with a primary color, each color a unique element, each element a path to unimaginable power. Fire. Water. Wind. Earth. Lightning. Ice. Light. Darkness. In the wake of the cubes' arrival, civilizations were built, factions were born, and wars erupted. Magic academies rose, each aligned with a specific color and the elemental attributes it commands. Power dictated status. Bloodlines became sacred. And the Neon Cubes became both the key to salvation—and the reason for endless conflict. Amid this fractured world, a young noble girl named Eve Caelestis carries an impossible destiny. Unlike anyone else, she bears not one, but two of the most forbidden and legendary cubes: the White Cube of Light and the Black Cube of Darkness. Twin forces of creation and destruction. Feared by many, hunted by more, Eve embarks on a journey that will take her across floating cities, cursed academies, war-torn regions, and ancient ruins lost to time. As she unlocks the secrets of her dual affinity, she discovers that the Neon Cubes are far more than magical relics—they are pieces of something older, something watching, something awakening. With allies both human and otherworldly, and enemies lurking in every shadow, Eve must uncover the truth of her bloodline, the origin of the Neon Cubes, and the shrouded war her ancestors fought in silence. For in the end, the cubes do not just grant magic—they choose their wielder. And what they choose to remember... they can also choose to erase. The world of Neon is on the brink. And Eve is the spark that could ignite its salvation—or its end.

In a world ruled by ancient bloodlines, where vampires reign and power is dictated by the color of your eyes, Selene was never meant to exist. While silver, gold, and black eyes mark noble ranks, hers burn crimson — a color cursed by history, feared by nobles, and whispered to be the bloodline of the long-dead Crimson Witch. The Council watches her every move, waiting for her to slip, to prove the prophecy true — that she is the danger they’ve always feared. But Selene isn’t interested in fitting into their fragile society. She's bold. She's dangerous. She's done playing by their rules. As palace schemes deepen, old enemies resurface, and forbidden alliances form, Selene finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, betrayal, and forbidden desire — especially when she crosses paths with a mysterious man who should be her enemy… but might become her greatest temptation. In a world where love is deadly and power is everything, can Selene rewrite the fate written in her cursed blood — or will the Crimson Heir fall like those before her?

The promising surgery professor 'Sung Joo-hyuk' is reborn as a boy named 'Kim Tae-pyeong' in the 19th-century rural village of Upton, England, with all his past memories intact. There, he once again nurtures his dream of becoming a doctor, but what Tae-pyeong encounters is the harsh reality of London's medical world, where even proper sterilization is not practiced.... Overcoming all kinds of racial discrimination, Tae-pyeong demonstrates his ingenuity as a mysterious doctor from the East. You can support me at patreon.com/wizard_kitten. This is a translation of a novel from NAVER.

in a world where empires are separated by the color they represent, an aspiring knight seeks to cement himself in history, little does he know, his role in history shall be far more than he had originally intended

In a world where eye color determines fate, Kazuo is born with a contradiction. One eye glows with noble green — the mark of highborn power. The other is pitch black — the color reserved for slaves. He should not exist. Yet when his secret is exposed, the Crown chooses not to kill him — but to use him. Dragged into the royal court as a symbol of tolerance, Kazuo becomes a pawn in a rigged game of power, masks, and manipulation. A deadly tournament looms, where victory brings influence — and loss means erasure. And beneath the surface, unrest grows. Whispers. Eyes. Secrets that shouldn’t exist. This is not a story of chosen heroes or instant power. It is a slow-burn fantasy set in a carefully built world, filled with layered characters, political intrigue, and a grounded magic battle system with deep and rich lore. As the mystery deepens, Kazuo Volume One fully outlined Daily chapter releases

He paints for spirits, but he only hunts for one: Lulu. Allan's journey to find his lost love takes him to the heart of the Mega Kingdom. But what he discovers is not the woman he remembers, but a destiny he never asked for. He is no mere painter—he is a mage, and the gods have chosen him. An empire is in chains, ruled by a celestial witch whose power is absolute. To free its people, Allan must become the weapon they need. But will the power required to challenge a sorceress cost him the very soul he set out to save?

She loved a man. Then lost everything. Including her sanity. Alra, a color-blind painter, lives in a world of art that ironically stripped color from her life. After a tragic loss tore away the only love she ever knew, she withdrew—painting in silence, teaching in peace... or so it seemed. Until he walked in. Cian—her new therapy patient. A stranger with a face too familiar. The smile. The eyes. The gaze that pulls her into a reality she can no longer trust. Because he doesn’t remember her. But her heart remembers everything. Between a past that refuses to die and a love that won’t stay buried, Alra must choose: heal herself… or fall back into madness.

A simple and young janitor named Aiden who works at an office building that belongs to a popular company suddenly bumps into the vice president of the company! Aiden thinks he's cute, but he's way too formal and bland! When it was time for him to leave work, he saw the vice president outside with two girls that were flirting and giggling at him. The vice president seemed uncomfortable, so Aiden walked up to him and shooed off the girls. The vice president wants to repay him, so Aiden asks him to grab a drink with him. How will this story go, you might ask? Find out for yourself by diving into a typical love story!

“…COMMAND Me…” There is a young man with a blue ceylon sapphire eyes color, who considered as a normal human being, turns out to have a secret that can change the world into better or create chaos. What will happen to this world ??

She was kneeling on the cold stone floor of the main hall with her hands tied behind her back. Not daring to face the intruders she kept her head low and her gaze fixed on the ground. She was only wearing a nightgown and her messily tied hair had started to come undone, causing lose strands of auburn colored hair to cover her face. She was thin; way to thin as most would probably say. Her beautiful features were concealed by sunken cheeks, dark circles and a dull complexion. Beside her was the rest of the family, all of them kneeling in a row with their hands tied back. She hadn’t gotten a good look but from the corner of her eye her father had appeared to be badly beaten... *** The man who had killed her family that night had been truly terrifying. His face was entirely unfeeling as he beheaded them and he did not flinch when their bodies hit the floor. So why had that man defied the king's orders just to spare her life? Amelia thought that her miserable life would continue being filled with nothing but abuse. She had not expected that she would be treated kindly, both by him and by his servants. And she had certainly not expected that she would slowly begin to let her guard down aroud him. *** (Cover art from pinterest)

In the European nation of Soweiland, follow the colorful cast of characters as they embark in magical, political and technological adventures.

Every story deserves to be written. Every story deserves to be told. At least, that’s what my parents used to say. This is my story — of my friends and my enemies, but also of the world. A legacy passed down from an ancient family... to a stranger. In these endless wars, where strange abilities have always been used, this is how I was tragically caught up in it all. All this power... If I had it before, would all those tragedies never have happened? I don’t know if I’ll live to see it, but I hope to uncover the mysteries surrounding these wars.

After growing up alone in a mysterious forest, 18-year-old Aelina steps into the bustling city for the first time. With honey-colored eyes, raven-black hair, and an air of innocence, she catches everyone’s attention—especially his. Kael, a powerful and intimidating 21-year-old CEO with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes, offers her help. But Aelina, used to surviving on her own, isn’t quick to trust. He’s cold, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Yet behind his sharp gaze lies a wounded man with a hidden tenderness. As they face unexpected challenges, a bond begins to form—built on mutual respect, unspoken desires, and the slow unraveling of secrets from both their pasts. In a world where loyalty must be earned and trust is rare, will their connection survive?

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

She saw a child full of bruises and facing the ground with lips and a complexion that had already darkened. "What just happened to this child?" Then she remembered Avicia and without hesitation, she came down on the chest of the lifeless child and spoke. ''Rivivere.'' The lady turned back into a white small ball of fire and slowly entered the child's chest. A few moments passed and the child who had been lifeless suddenly opened her eyes. Along with the heavy rain is its resurgence and butterflies of different colors fluttered behind the girl that made a huge garden filled with them. The girl with long ginger red curly hair was now firmly standing and under the rain, she was smiling creepily. ▪️▪️▪️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ▪️▪️▪️ REBORN AETHER by: HiraethCat All Rights Reserved copyright 2018

Warning, no one under 17 read, it will contain bloody and gore. ---- "Ahhh! It's a monster!!" "Don't go near it, it will kill you." "What should we do!? It looked at me!" People look at me like I'm something gross. I didn't want to become like this... I wanted to be normal too. "Die!!" When I walk on the street, rocks fly at me. "You're gross, stay away!" When they see my face, they run away. "Go away!" Mean looks are always pointed at me. I went into the house to get away from them. "Get out right now!" That person's blue eyes and my eyes used to be the same color. I really hate my silver eyes that changed color. "You monster!!" "I should never have had you!!" A face that looks just like mine. Not long ago, the words from this person's mouth were kind and gentle... Everything changed completely from that day. I get hit and kicked. Maybe it was wrong for me to be born. ────── ──────── ────────── "I'm [******]. Nice to meet you" "Your name from today is '[*******].'" The short man looked at me with warm eyes. "Nice to meet you, '[******].' From today we're best friends!" "Me? I'm [[*******].]." The boy with blue hair is my first friend. "You are my son." "You're not alone anymore, okay?" The woman with kind eyes gives me warmth. "Oh, so you're his best friend! Then I'm your best friend too!!" "Let's go, '[[*******].]'! There's a really cool place over here!" The boy with red eyes is my second friend. ────── ──────── ────────── Blood... blood... blood. A red pool. The cold body of the red-haired boy. The boy's red eyes, open wide and blank. Next to him, standing and smiling evilly—a demon. ────── ──────── ────────── Dead bodies, dead bodies... dead bodies. When I woke up, there were piles of dead bodies all around. And a dark red sea of blood with blue in it. Squish... Something sticky and awful on my hands. When I looked, my hands and body were covered in dark red blood. ──── ──────────

The Empire was blessed with two Saintesses. Saintesses were symbols of purity, cleanliness, and holiness. However, that was not the case for Luna-the black-haired Saintess who lived in the shadow of her sister, Estelle. Luna was the most undesirable being in the Empire, as she was the only one who had black hair.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. Su Yang, a game developer, meets an untimely end when he's hit by a truck. Instead of oblivion, he awakens in an unfamiliar, luxurious room. Looking in the mirror, he's confronted by the reflection of a stunning woman with long, silver-white hair and emerald green eyes – a body that is now his. As he explores his new body, a mix of disbelief, confusion, and a strange, burgeoning curiosity washes over him. He learns that his new identity is Su Mu, and soon after waking, memories not his own begin to flood his mind, revealing glimpses of Su Mu's life and her family. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Su Mu, now inhabiting a beautiful woman's body that could make anyone fall for her, faces a significant problem: her attraction is still geared towards women, not men. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

In Feyland, many realms exist. There is a realm painted in soft pastel light, one that glows with vibrant, bright colors, and another drowned in pure darkness—with no color, no light, and no warmth. But there is one more realm, untouched by most. A realm where only one Fey lives. It is the darkest of them all… but its darkness glows. It is beautiful. And terrifying. In a land divided by light and shadow… will love still rise?

The infamous White Clan robbed A-rank investigator James Ross's happiness by setting his house on fire, and—! Ross wants to get revenge on them after that event, but he must overcome obstacles to reach the leader of the White Clan with his allies.

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

A scarred yet colorful and hopeful boy trying to learn and live up to his mother’s and fathers legacy. Join Sapphire’s adventure in endless world of the mythical land called Fable as he also tries to make his sacrifice for his other home and the friends left behind not be in vain.

Shiroihi Gakō, a man with no face or color meets a pencil, whne they fuse Shiroihi realized his power, and what he could do with it...

Melody wakes in a world she doesn’t recognize, with nothing else—only questions. A small dragon stays close to her side, as if guarding something precious. Then she meets him… a man with hair white as snow, tall, distant, and with eyes the color of blood. He speaks little. But his gaze lingers—like his soul yearn for echoes she can’t name. The longer she stays, the deeper the ache inside her grows. Not fear. Not confusion. But longing. A longing for something just beyond her reach. Why does her chest tighten with every glance, every silence—like her heart knows what her mind has forgotten? As forgotten truths begin to surface, Melody must follow the pull in her chest… even if it leads her into the arms of a past she was never meant to escape. . . . . . . . Hello readers! Thank you for at least viewing this story. I am an aspiring writer. It is my first time publishing, and I hope you will support me. Enjoy the story guys!!♡ I will try to update 3x a week!!!

Dicen que el mundo no murió de golpe, sino que se fue apagando, como el sol al caer. Primero desaparecieron las rutas. Luego las ciudades. Luego, la certeza del día. Ahora, lo que queda vive bajo el filo del ocaso eterno. Cuando el sol toca el horizonte, los nocturnos despiertan. No son bestias ni sombras: son lo que queda cuando la fe, el amor o el miedo se pudren. Nadie los entiende del todo. Solo se sabe esto: no se razona con la noche. Solo se sobrevive a ella. Antes de contar la historia de Vicktor —un niño atrapado entre muros, sueños y espadas oxidadas— conocerás el mundo que lo formó. Los primeros capítulos son fragmentos rescatados de crónicas antiguas. Ecos de un mundo que intentó comprender su propia oscuridad. Después, empieza la historia de los vivos. Colores del Ocaso es una novela de fantasía oscura con momentos de ternura, violencia y revelación. Aquí los colores no solo describen. Gritan. El rojo no es pasión, es sangre. El azul, la piel de los muertos al amanecer. El gris, la memoria de quienes ya no esperan. Si algo queda, es porque alguien lo recuerda.

'Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?' Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish, and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked, but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited, but after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could react, a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, "Khalil, stop!" … Discover how Amaya, who grew up in the wild, coped with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance, and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.