Picnic Blanket Indigo

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

A mysterious and sinister fog has spread throughout the kingdom of Azalot, covering cities, towns, and forests in a blanket of terror. This phenomenon is not common; when inhaled, it transforms human beings into deformed monsters that devour each other and any creature that crosses their path. Rin, the brave protagonist, is sent from the neighboring kingdom into the heart of this fog, driven by the need to discover the cause and find a solution, even if it may cost her her life. However, what Rin does not anticipate are the dark secrets that the kingdom of Azalot hides, secrets that are far more terrifying than she could ever imagine. Her journey becomes a fight not only for survival, but also to unravel the truth behind the fog and the horrors that lurk in the shadows within this realm.

Tom and Sarah, a loving couple, decide to visit a dense and eerie forest to create some unforgettable memories. They pack a picnic lunch and set off early in the morning, eager to explore the forest's depths. As they wander deeper into the forest, the atmosphere grows darker and more ominous. The trees seem to close in around them, casting long and sinister shadows on the ground. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. He's massive, with bulging muscles and eyes that glow like embers. Tom and Sarah are frozen in terror, unable to move or speak. A demon who has been awakened by their presence. He reveals that the forest is his domain. On that he took them to his kingdom having good and bad intentions for them

Selina gasped for air, her heart racing as her body involuntarily thrashed in her sleep. Her indigo eyes flicked open wide as she choked back a scream. She looked up into Liam's worried face as he wiped away the beads of sweat forming on her brow with a damp cloth. "Lina, this was the longest one yet. Your whimpering and thrashing woke me about 36 minutes ago, and you were already covered in sweat." Liam told her, his voice heavy with concern as he glanced at the clock. Liam ran his hand through his hair. "Please tell me you remember something this time." He asked, almost pleading. Selina shook her head while sitting to look out the window. Over the forest, the orange-pink hue of the sunrise was starting to appear. Selina breathed deeply as she tried to recall something, anything other than the emotions she experienced during her dreams, but as usual, she was unable to. Some dreams were comforting and made her feel warm. Those dreams involved a blonde-haired man with green eyes. The other dreams, much like the current dream, left her full of despair and fear or left her feeling just plain empty. Usually all she could recall of those dreams was fire or blood. Liam stood up, muscles tense as he raised his arms and ran both hands through his thick black hair again, grabbing a fistful which he let fall back as he spoke, "Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe the prophecies were wrong. Maybe we really are Moonglow and not Lunaria. I don't know." Liam sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed and turned to face her again before continuing, "Lina, your dreams are getting worse, and time is running out. You haven't dreamed of him in months. We don't know anything, not really. We just have mom's fairy tales. It's been ten years, maybe our memories are wrong. I... I just wish we had some guidance, something firm." An image of an attractive man with a square jawline, full red lips, deep green eyes and chin-length shaggy blond hair flashed through Selina's mind. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "He's Valentino. We need to get to Red Lake Pack." ********************************************************************* The Lunaria bloodline has been hunted for generations forcing them to live as lone wolves to conceal their identities and ensure the chance to fulfill the prophecy. According to Selina’s mother, Selina Moonglow is the prophesied one. With the disappearance of her mother when she was young, Selina only knows four things: Her dreams will guide her Never reveal their true last name Follow her instincts Her wolf will stay bound until she accepts her mate. ****************************************************************** Selina stood before him, her fated mate. She had dreamt of his scent and his eyes for months now. A warmth crept over her as the flutter deep within her belly increased, almost to the point of breathlessness. He was seated at his desk, studying something with his shaggy blonde hair covering has face as he looked down. Why isn’t he looking up? The mate bond should be forcing his eyes to me... Selina thought. Confused she called his name, “Valentino..” Before she could finish, his cold, hard voice interrupted her, “It’s Alpha Valentino. Get out. I’m busy. Make an appointment.”

Fadila ialah seorang gadis yang tidak memiliki kelebihan seperti anak indigo lainnya. Ia hanya bisa merasakan jika memang ada suatu energi dari alam lain yang memang menariknya untuk bisa melihat sesuatu yang tak kasat mata. . Malam itu, ketika Fadila sedang asik membaca buku di teras rumahnya, tiba-tiba Ia mendengar bisikan dari suara seorang wanita yang sangat dekat dengannya. Bukan kerabat, melainkan tetangga yang selalu bercerita padanya tentang keadaan rumah tangganya yang hancur. “Dila, tolong aku…” suara serak itu begitu pilu jika didengarkan. Ditambah suara tangisan yang amat mendalam. “Hiks…. Hiks… Hikss.. tolong..” Fadila langsung menoleh ke arah pagar rumahnya yang di sela-selanya memang bolong tanpa ditutup oleh apapun. “Aku seperti mengenal suara ini, tapi siapa?” Fadila berjalan mendekati pagar rumahnya dan terkejut dengan apa yang dilihatnya sekarang. “Astaga!!” . Bagaimana kelanjutannya? Apakah Fadila memang bisa menolong sosok itu?

Few hours he walked her into the room lean her on the bed, she held his wear. Stares into his eye “Love, I know you were going to come back to me, you know it hasn’t been easy for me without” she said tipsy, she loses her hand from his wear. “I hope you didn’t forgot to buy Son a hamburger, I forgot to get him one. Have you taken your drugs, is over there, go take your drugs and come give me a massage” He stood up. “Love where are you going to, come give your darling wife a kiss, come on” he stares at her. “I really have to go, Ma” he sits side her on the bed “You are my husband have you forgetting, I want to place my head on your chest, kiss your lips” she gaps. “Ma, you need to sleep now” He stood up to leaving. “I can’t sleep without you love, and you know that babe” she exclaimed, he paused stares at her, walk back to the bed, sits. Caresses her cheeks, she was just starring at him as her eyes keep goggling so sleepy. “I know this might not be right, but this how I feel and I hope you don’t hate me when you found out, you been the woman of my fantasy. I might be a dead man if I let this night pass me” kissing her lips. “I’m sorry Ma, it just this one thing, my lust for you, my one-time opportunity, to have this sexy body of yours. At this very moment is beyond my control, let me be this Romeo just this night. I hope you forgive me if you got to know about this, what I just did” he said in his mind, he has his wears strips off, as he makes haste pulling her wears, even at then he senses danger, but at same time couldn’t let his fears overwhelm his erotic emotion. The next morning, Kaima wake up turned “Jesus, oh my gosh” Mohammed jump up, held his chest. As she stares at herself under the blanket “what…, did this happened?” so curious as her eye stead on him. “It…, We” he terrible “Get out, get out of my room now!” she roared, he jumped out putting his wear. Kaima covered herself with the blanket, hidden her face under the blanket.

Indigo, un chico muy frágil y vulnerable para el estándar de un varón busca su lugar en la sociedad con Mílan, su único amigo y apoyo, pero luego aparece Yerai, una chica aburrida de todo que ve en Indigo su oportunidad para sus juegos de perversión.

The light of the fireplace cast long shadows on the wall, the fire reflected in the eyes of the woman sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders. She had a bittersweet smile on her face as her mind traveled to the past days, nights long passed, nights she shared with her family when she was a kid. Memories she hoped to bring alive if possible. First story: a story adaptation of a popular folklore in Nigeria; The Princess and the half man; She had sworn on her mother's grave never to be blinded by emotions. But It'd seem she took after her mom in that aspect after all. Throwing all caution to the wind just for a man. She had thought she was different from the rest, leave it to reality to smack her back to her senses. Her feelings for her dad was complicated, she could say she hated him, but that was not quite true, no matter what, he was still her father. The one who pampers and gives in to her every whim. She knew it was partly guilt and the fact she was his only daughter out of a battalion of boys that contributed to his attitude towards her. But so what, she didn't care much for affection, all she had cared for was getting what she wanted, and that had been true about her, until now. Authors note: As a kid my dad will always sit us down at night, outside, in the darkness and tell us the most delightful stories of kingdoms long passed, Princesses and princes, magical creatures, much to the delight of us kids. But there's not much of that nowadays. So I want to share these delightful stories with everyone and I hope by doing this, these stories will not get lost in the sands of time. Thank you, have a nice read.

In the Edo period, a legendary samurai rose to become the Winter Shogun, a warrior so powerful that he crushed yokai, conquered nations, and drowned the world in war. But his ambition turned him into a tyrant. The gods, angered by his cruelty, cursed and sealed him away on a secret island, leaving behind a world that would never forget his wrath. For 800 years, the snow never ceased to fall in the land of Yukihara, a reminder of his fury. Now, in the year 1600, war once again ravages the land. In Tsukiyama, a sacred village blanketed in eternal snow, an 18-year-old shrine keeper named Shiro lives a peaceful life, unaware of the dark fate awaiting him. When a mysterious tragedy strikes the Daimyo’s castle, Shiro is caught in a storm of betrayal, bloodshed, and forgotten legends. Branded an enemy, hunted by warriors, and haunted by the past, Shiro must uncover the truth—before the Winter Shogun’s curse awakens once more. As ancient forces stir and war looms on the horizon, will Shiro uncover his true destiny, or will he be swallowed by the sins of the past?

"Aaa!" Cassandra was shocked and screamed as she woke beside a strange man. To make matters worse, the man was shirtless, and she was only wearing underwear. 'What's going on, why is he sleeping with me?' "Morning, sweetheart!" The man beside Cassandra greeted her. Cassandra gasped, shook her head, and pushed the man to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing in my bed? Are you trying to harass me? Get out of here!" Cassandra pointed her index finger at the door. 'I married him? Who is that man? How can I be married to him?' Cassandra thought to herself as she lifted the blanket slowly and saw a red stain on the sheet. "How can we get married? I don't know you at all, and this seems to be our first meeting," asked Cassandra, who still couldn't hide her surprise. Charles looked deeply into Cassandra's green eyes. "Have you forgotten what happened last night? You even went so far as to ask me not to leave." ….……….. Cassandra immediately ran into the house, not caring that she now came with Charles. She also continued to shout Vivian's name because she was worried that something had happened to her half-sister. Cassandra's father slaps her immediately. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" asked Cassandra while holding her cheeks, which were now burning. Geoffry, Cassandra's father, only glanced sarcastically at his biological daughter. "You still ask what you did? Did I raise and finance you to be a slut?" --------- Cassandra Miller never knew she was being set up by her half-sister Vivian Hartley at a nightclub. Vivian mixed stimulants in Cassandra's drink to get her drunk and ended up in bed with a random guy. Vivian's trap worked, and Cassandra married a stranger in Las Vegas the day they met. This makes her father furious and kicks Cassandra out of the house. But what happens is that Charles Parker, the man who married Cassandra in Las Vegas, takes her to live with him. In exchange, Cassandra had to leave their marriage for two years. Will Cassandra be able to live a two-year life as Mrs Parker and resolve the misunderstandings with her father and Cassandra's fiancé at the time? Is there a conspiracy behind all this? Or is there more to their marriage?

Kaijuu Ryu wakes up in another world, as he learns more and more he finds out it's no picnic. As soon as he achieves some mild success everything get ripped away from him, forcing him to flee to another country. When he gets there he saves the King of the Shadowfall Kingdom's Life. Even though he is considered as overpowered, unexpected events conspire to bring about his downfall, proving that no matter how strong someone becomes there's always a way to take them down.

In a land shrouded in mystery, mysticism, and myths, the passing of its 1300th year heralded an age of sorrow and regret to man. Under the long-lived rule of the emperor, the people experienced short periods of prosperity. During one of these periods of prosperity, one village rose to fame as the town with the richest trade and the best bounty of crops. Witness the life of Jin Nakamura, a young boy born and raised in this infamous village, go through hardships, trials, and betrayals that will mold him throughout his journey in the land beyond his home village. His journey and future are looking bright with the blessing of this peaceful time. However, with the coming of these brief periods of peace come those who seek to bring ruin and chaos to blanket the land once more. The shadows gather to eliminate the balance of order and chaos; what will Jin do? Will he rise up to fight the evil that awaits… or will he join them?

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Lin Mo, a food delivery rider, was on a delivery mission on a stormy night. His electric bike's battery was almost depleted, and the order was on the verge of timing out. He also faced problems like the front wheel getting stuck in an uncovered manhole and the delivery box tilting. He used a thermal blanket to protect the takeout. When he finally reached Room 2408, he was shocked to find his fiancée, Zhou Qian, with Chen Hao. Zhou Qian was wearing an expensive four - leaf clover pendant around her neck. As Chen Hao humiliated him, the birthmark on Lin Mo's right wrist heated up, activating the Fortune - making System, which showed a 10x critical - hit multiplier for the day. Chen Hao stepped on the takeout box, demanding compensation. Lin Mo used the system to complete the payment successfully when scanning the code and said he was willing to pay ten times the cleaning fee. Subsequently, Lin Mo went to a convenience store. Taking advantage of the system's rules, he bought 52 bottles of one - yuan mineral water multiple times, and the received amount kept doubling. He also purchased the entire row of chocolate racks. That night, his crazy spending spree made it onto the local trending search list.

【Crazy Reborn × Foodie Transmigrator】 When he held the knife of self-destruction and pierced through the hearts of two people, he smiled and said that he wanted to be buried forever on Valentine's Day. Reborn on the day he first saw her in the mental hospital, Henry Smith was surrounded by twisted mental power. This time, he had sharpened the shackles in advance - even if he had to break all her wings, he would raise the holy sister into his exclusive creeper. Forced to become the affectionate female lead, Clara Jones stumbled back when she saw the wedding ring handed to her. When the boy wrapped her wrist with a blood-stained ribbon, she trembled and took out a chocolate bar: "Little brother, do you want some dark chocolate to calm your nerves?" On the day when Wenya's bamboo horse sent the wedding dress, he crushed the ribs that stored the crystal core; When the thunderous ability user Lei Ming came to save the scene, he broke the wrist bone of the man holding the gun. All men who try to take away her gaze are made into wandering puppet zombies. "All doomsday dawns should be burned to ashes", moist fingertips roll over the cream at the corner of her lips, "I want my sister's eyes... only reflecting the blood-colored aurora of the demon king." Sick Notebook Double main line before and after wearing the book: It turns out that the hidden layer of the wedding ring cut open by the original owner at the end contains her implicit love for the sick younger brother (pseudo-sea king true salvation) Reverse ability: Mental control madman × space materialization foodie (whenever there is a crisis, the female lead will materialize a luxury sashimi platter) Doomsday Rose Tattoo: The blood-stained white ribbon at the beginning → the satin ribbon wrapped around the wedding dress → the baby blanket ribbon throughout the article [heart] Now, the fox-eyed younger brother is tilting his head to untie your nurse's uniform buttons, and the ice ability user in the distance is collapsing—— Push open / Use cheese cake to block his mouth

The fantastical tale of a Survivor, with fantasy mixed in. For those who like light reads, or simple narratives, turn away. Your heart will water, your eyes will break and vice versa. But if you like it hot and heavy, with plenty of drama and 'all-too-realism', we've got you! please note that this is a tale of someone real, with things changed, for privacy reasons, but with fantasy mixed in, because, come on, noone wants a straight sob story. so the story will suddenly, sharply diverge from reality, as it simply is what was felt at the time. but if you can handle that, and haven't been turned off yet, then I personally invite you to get a drink, grab a blanket, cuddle up to the fire, and listen carefully. For I am the Teller of Tales, and the Weaver of Dreams.

In a small, unremarkable town, a teenager named Noah lives a life filled with profound sorrow and neglect. Struggling with the weight of emotional isolation, his journey takes a dark turn as he battles with feelings of emptiness and despair. Despite fleeting moments of connection and hope, Noah's life is a constant fight against his inner demons and the indifferent world around him. After a series of tragic events, Noah's life abruptly ends, but his story is far from over. His soul, marked by a unique indigo aura of deep sorrow, draws the attention of a Transcendent Being in a mysterious, timeless space. Moved by Noah's immense pain, the Being grants him a chance at a new beginning. Follow along as Noah, now Zhi Hua, embarks on a quest to find his purpose in the world. Equipped with unique cultivation art he will challenge fate, and find out if he will succeed or fail. PS. English isn't my first language, so I use Grammarly to correct spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Themes of Suicide, self-harm, and abuse, and eventually acceptance, self-healing, and hope

Pernah nggak sih kamu ngerasa ada yang ngintipin kamu dari kejauhan, padahal kamu sendirian? Atau tiba-tiba ada suara aneh yang nggak bisa dijelaskan, kayak bisikan yang datang entah dari mana? Bagi Wira, anak muda biasa yang punya kemampuan indigo, hal-hal seperti itu bukan cuma rasa takut belaka. Sejak kecil, Wira bisa melihat hal-hal yang nggak bisa dilihat orang lain. Dunia yang penuh dengan energi, sosok tak kasat mata, dan makhluk halus yang selalu mengintai dari bayang-bayang gelap. Di antara dunia yang biasa dan dunia yang penuh misteri, Wira terjebak dalam kebingungannya. Apa yang ia lihat itu nyata? Atau cuma permainan imajinasinya? Ketika kisah-kisah urban legend Indonesia yang biasa cuma jadi cerita seram di malam Jumat tiba-tiba jadi nyata dalam hidupnya, Wira mulai merasakan ketegangan yang nggak pernah ia bayangkan sebelumnya. Sundel Bolong yang melayang di malam sepi, Kuntilanak yang menangis di balik pohon besar, hingga Pocong yang bergerak dengan langkah menyeramkan—semua itu datang mengganggu. Wira nggak cuma menghadapi rasa takut, tapi juga harus mencari tahu apa yang sebenarnya terjadi. Makin lama, ia merasa dunia yang ia lihat mungkin jauh lebih gelap dan berbahaya dari yang ia kira. Batas antara kenyataan dan halusinasi jadi kabur. Mungkin semua ini ada hubungannya dengan sesuatu yang lebih besar, yang sudah lama terkubur dalam sejarah dan cerita rakyat Indonesia. Pandangan Indigo: Antara Imajinasi dan Realita adalah kisah yang penuh misteri dan ketegangan, membawa kamu menelusuri dunia yang tak semua orang bisa lihat—dunia yang lebih gelap dari yang kita bayangkan. Mulai dari Sundel Bolong yang selalu menunggu di jalan sunyi, hingga Kuntilanak yang siap muncul kapan saja, semuanya bersembunyi di balik kisah-kisah yang sering kita dengar, tapi jarang kita percayai.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

An unnatural eclipse blankets the world in darkness, marking the arrival of an ancient horror long thought to be a myth. For Shin and his classmates, what begins as an ordinary school day descends into chaos as the terrifying entity emerges, unleashing destruction and despair. As fear takes hold and survival grows more desperate, Shin must confront not only the monstrous threat but also the treachery of those meant to protect them. In the midst of the chaos, he discovers a connection to Emilia, a girl whose mystery past may hold the key to unraveling the mystery of the secret about himself. In a world where courage is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Shin must decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the ones he cares about.

Meet Indigo Fernandez, a 17-year-old girl,who faces the challenges of relocating from sunny Los Angeles to the bustling streets of New York City. As she settles in, she meets Matteo Fyorri, an intriguing 18-year-old boy who harbors a life-altering secret—he's a werewolf. As Indigo navigates her new life, she grapples with her feelings for Matteo, despite being in a committed relationship with her boyfriend, Leo Diaz back in L.A., whom she has been with for two years. The tension escalates when her cousin, Jason reveals a shocking truth: Indigo is Matteo's destined mate. Indigo discovers that Matteo is her Torn between her loyalty to Leo and the undeniable connection she feels with Matteo, Indigo must navigate the complexities of love, destiny, and the supernatural, all while discovering what it truly means to follow her heart in a world filled with secrets and challenges.

So with my position on the bed, it meant that the book in my hand should be a notebook not a textbook. I dropped my phone and looked at my right . Low and behold! The tall and mysterious figure was sitting on my study chair and was looking at me the whole time . It uttered these words "hello mortal". I was startled and I was about to scream again. 'Don't let me knock you out again ,mortal'. When I heard these words,I knew I had to zip it and find a way to talk myself out of this situation. With my heart beating as a hunting mamma cheetah ,'who are you,no what are you' I asked. I am Thanatos. Mortal,your time has come. Come along now. What do you mean by my time has come? I am Thanatos,the god of death. The god of death? Wait ,so if you're here,does it mean that I am dead? Yes mortal,so you're coming on a journey with me to the underworld. There's no way that I'm dead. Anyways, Isn't Lord Hades,the god of the dead? Yes he is. Then why are you here? As my name suggests, I'm the god of death. Think of it this way, Hades controls the Underworld while I, Thanatos fills it with the dead,like you. Shouldn't a grimm reaper be here instead of you ? Yes,there should have but Hades said I've been lazing around for far too long and handed me this task. You're the first human I'm escorting personally to the other world so consider yourself lucky. I'm sorry Mr Thanatos, however I still don't believe that I'm dead. How else could I have used my phone and felt my blanket? Come with me. To where? To your bathroom and don't call me Mr. You can call me lord Thanatos or prince Thanatos 'Thanatos said'. As we entered the bathroom,I saw my body lying there unconscious.

Those of us who remember the days of the writer's workshop in Iowa. Classmates, hearts involved in creative writing. Featured in books written by themselves ten years after graduation from Iowa. Best-selling Novels, Poetry books, and classroom texts, to teachers of the art of writing themselves. The Reunion will be at a Cabin resort just off Lake McBride Lake. Plenty of Fishing, boat rentals, and swimming. Lots of hiking trails, and picnic spots to grill out at. Picturesque views to paint, and write a novel about. The class of 1979, will meet at the resort cabin rental check-in. What to expect is unlimited points of view and get-togethers from June till September. What happens next is the phenomena to unfold come join us and read along as a friend. Sit back and enjoy a book serial. The greatness of these is a good Romance and the writer who writes it. Author DeeAnn Gorman.

Wilkfang is a creative narrative designed to help a friend's son promote his WOW stream. It's essential to clarify that this story does not represent his raids or streaming experiences; it is purely fictional. Furthermore, the narrative does not revolve around my friend's son, as the main character is an accountant, which is not his profession. I choose not to reveal his name at this moment, as he needs to establish a biography and give me permission to share it. Regarding the series, I will be releasing chapters 01 and 02 simultaneously since the story unfolds gradually. My aim is to provide readers with the best value for their reading time. Additionally, I will publish it in novel format, alongside a collection of short stories corresponding to the chapters. This way, if anyone finds they’re not enjoying the tale, they won’t feel like they’ve wasted much time or money. Based on the feedback and popularity, Wilkfang may also be developed into audiobooks. Introduction : Eventually, the violent shaking subsided. William remained extremely cold and shivering, even though the temperature in the medical trailer was approximately 85 degrees and he was wrapped in an electric blanket. "You should start to warm up after you eat," suggested one of the medics as she connected the IV. "Is that really necessary?" William inquired, glancing at the IV. "Absolutely," she replied. "First and foremost, you need hydration, which is crucial. It also contains mild pain relievers and antibiotics." William turned his gaze toward Henry. "Don't worry; I had it much worse," Henry remarked. "It was -15 degrees when I had my first experience." "But why am I so cold? It's 45 degrees outside. Sometimes I wear shorts when it's only 45. I can handle the cold; it's the heat that I can't stand," William asserted. The medical technician settled beside the stretcher. "You’ve entered a new realm, William. Once merely human, now you are considered a supernatural being. The cold is part of your transition." She paused to check the IV. "It won't always feel this way, and it will only get easier." He glanced at Henry, who nodded and smiled reassuringly. "All the wolves here have undergone this transformation," the medic continued. "As you can see, they are doing well." She looked toward the door, where group members were trying to check in on William. "See? They care about you, but I’m not worried. I know you’ll be fine." "I thought werewolves were hard to kill. Why the need for antibiotics?" William questioned. The medical technician met his gaze. "You're correct; 'werewolves' are indeed quite difficult to kill. However, in comparison, humans are very fragile. While the condition enhances the immune system and accelerates healing, it doesn’t provide immunity to everything. A wolf can take a bullet to the head, and experience a brief headache and momentary confusion, but its body will expel the bullet, allowing it to keep charging. As we know, most humans would be killed instantly." "It's also my responsibility to keep your human body functioning," she added.

At just 16 years old, Alexander Blaze has achieved the impossible—reaching the quarter-finals of the Indigo League, a feat unheard of for someone so young. Fueled by an unshakable determination and a tragic past, Alexander strives not only to prove himself as a Trainer but also to bring down the remnants of Team Rocket, the organization that destroyed his family.

Rahel harus pindah sekolah karena hantu, tapi dia memilih sekolah yang terkenal angker. Bertemu dengan arwah penasaran bernama Vito membuatnya harus membantu Vito, dan beberapa arwah yang meminta tolong. Untungnya Rahel tidak melakukan misi itu sendirian, dia di temani dengan Juna. Juna yang juga indigo tidak sengaja bertemu dengan Rahel ketika gadis itu sedang diganggu hantu perempuan di toilet.

[Warning: Mature Content] The next morning, Luna was lying on the edge of the bed without clothes. There were Benjamin's teeth marks on Luna's body. Then Luna opened her eyes and when she slowly tried to get up, she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Luna was feeling so much pain in her body that she was unable to move. When Luna saw all her clothes on the floor and her condition, her eyes widened in surprise. Luna did not remember anything. What happened to her last night? She did not remember anything about what happened to her at the party last night?! Just then Benjamin comes out of the bathroom. Benjamin was wearing only a towel. And his six packs were visible. Fair complexion, deep blue eyes and handsome face! Benjamin was a big businessman! But his body was exactly like a hero. Luna used to work in Benjamin's company, but Luna had never seen Benjamin so closely before. Then seeing Luna, Benjamin comes to the mirror and fixes his hair, then signs a cheque of 10 crores and hands it over to Luna and says, "If you think this is not enough, ask for more." On hearing this from Benjamin, Luna angrily tears the cheque and throws it on Benjamin's face and says, "I don't want your money! Who do you think you are? If you are rich, can you force yourself on someone?" Luna covers herself with a blanket and goes to the bathroom. On hearing this from Luna, Benjamin's face smiles and Benjamin looks at the torn cheque and says, "Crazy girl!" After saying this, Benjamin takes out clothes from the wardrobe and gets ready by wearing a black 3-piece suit. After a while, Luna comes out of the bathroom wearing other clothes. Benjamin was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and looking at Luna. Luna looked at Benjamin once and tried to open the door to quickly get out of the room but she could not open the door, the door was closed and only Benjamin knew the password to open the door. Then Benjamin gets up from the sofa and comes to Luna and looking into her eyes says. "What is your name?" "I don't tell my name to strangers!" Luna said looking at Benjamin with disgust. Hearing this from Luna, Benjamin comes close to Luna's face and says. "Until you tell me your name, you cannot leave this room!" Hearing this from Benjamin, Luna turned her face to the other side and said. "Luna!" "Luna!" Benjamin said while holding Luna's waist and pulling her towards him. Seeing this, Luna started looking at Benjamin in surprise, then Benjamin opened the lock of the door. When Luna saw the door open, she immediately got away from Benjamin and went out of the room.