Hairy Blob

She was floating.. no, hanging! On what?! She struggled to get back on her feet but was pulled into something so.. hard and warm. And It smelt so damn good... She tried looking back to see what was holding her but the 'thing' wasn't having it. She looked down to see a very large pair of strong and hairy arms, wrapped around her torso, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure to her nether region. "Let me go, you dumb brute!!" She screamed, squirming in his arms, trying to slip out of his unyielding grip but stopped when she realized his grip was getting tighter. "What is this?! Tell him I do not want him! I reject mphh..." Her words were cut off by one of the men surrounding her. "I'll only release you so long as you promise to listen to 'us'." The man holding her said. Who were the 'us' he mentioned? They were none other than the three sons of the Alpha. And I... Who was suddenly caught by them, was an Omega. They wanted to talk, huh? Well, so be it. There was only so much an Omega like her could do anyway. "Fine," she said, relaxing her stance. "But you have to give me some space. Please," "Not a chance, princess," he said, his face bearing a smug that made her sigh in annoyance. "Fine," she said and he relaxed his grip on her, giving her a chance to at least stand to her feet. As soon as she stood firmly on her feet, she looked up at all three of them and the most crazy thing happened. She heard her wolf purr in her mind. 'MATE' What? ************ Bethany Sage. Your average everyday Omega, had never really liked her average, mediocre life. She loved the peace but had always been one to love more.. She had been envious of Audrey-The Beta's beloved and only daughter-whom everyone envisions to be the future Luna of Black River Pack. She always dreamt of having a mate with so much power and not because she thought Audrey was a aggravating - She kinda did- and on her 18th birthday, her dream comes true!! But of course, Selene-The Moon Goddess-has never been one to do things the normal way.. including assigning a mate..or mates..

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."

I just wanted to draw manga quietly. Now I’m being stalked by a yandere beauty, mistaken as a boyfriend, and recruited into clubs to solve their problems. Seriously, I’m just here to draw... why is everyone treating me like the main character of a rom-com?

High schooler Shinozaki Yuuta was just your average Japanese teen: addicted to absurdly overpowered mobile games, dodging homework, and secretly hiding a stash of very questionable dating sims. But one fateful afternoon, while grinding an infinite-wave mage survival game and crossing the street at the same time (bad combo), Yuuta meets his doom via Tokyo’s most notorious killer: Truck-kun. Next thing he knows, he’s been reincarnated... as a frog. Not just any frog—a pathetic, squishy, level-one mage frog, plopped into a terrifying world swarming with endless monsters. But the rules of the game he was playing are applyed: each time he levels up, he gets to choose one out of three magic spells, and if he picks the same spell eight times... it evolves into something absurdly, comically overpowered. After dying once, Yuuta respawns in a mysterious black space where coins droped by the killed monsters becomes a currency, where he can buy powerful frog evolutions and ancient magical artifacts. Driven by pure confidence of his ability to respawn and a desire to avoid ever dying again, Yuuta goes on a rampage, fighting monsters like a maniac until he becomes an unstoppable, world-ending, spell-flinging frog king. Bored out of his mind centuries later, he receives a strange message: > A summoner is calling. Will you accept? Curious—and desperate for entertainment—he says yes. Now summoned into a world of beast tamers and summoners, Yuuta finds himself contracted to a weak bullied boy who dreams of revenge to those who bullied him and build a harem. But Yuuta, robbed of his humanity (and a certain important organ), has no intention of helping his summoner chase girls or vengeance. What follows is a chaotic, comedy-packed adventure full of misunderstandings, magical mayhem, and the slow, reluctant bond between a horny thirsty frog (who wants to turn back into a human) and a revenge- harem obsessed kid. Magic. Monsters. Madness. Waifus. And one very pissed-off frog for not having his manhood.

Cerita ini berlatarkan seorang"pria yang berkeinginan hidup mandiri"suatu hari, disebuah desa yang bernama kuso,hidup lah seorang remaja sma yang bernama suto hairi.hairi selalu dimanjakan oleh orang tuanya .hairi pun bertekad untuk hidup mandiri. Karakter utama: MC: suto hairi Heroine: kuso sanami Karakter sampingan: Ortu mc: Ayah: suto toru Ibu: suto kami Teman mc: Sakami ayaka Suko tomu GENRE: Romantisme School

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted. Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war. Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time. Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead. Even though I just got here. All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

"My parents were dead by the time I woke up. Green slime crept up the walls. The only reason I knew the shapeless, pulsing mass on the bed had once been my parents was the ring on a half-dissolved finger. I couldn’t even tell whose it was. The rest was an oozing, orange blob, spilling over the mattress toward me." The kingdom of PrideFall is rotting from the inside out—its castle swallowed by slime, its leaders vanished or dead, and its people clinging to cults and whispers of divine wrath. Fee, a reckless forest rogue with a smart mouth and sharper arrows, just wanted to loot some ruins and keep moving. Lancelot, a worn-down knight with a broken past and too much honor for his own good, is trying to hold together what little hope remains. Together, they patrol a dying kingdom that’s spiraling into something... unnatural. In a land where faith is fractured and truth is buried under black ooze, two unlikely allies must choose: save what’s left… or burn it all down. Inspired by the mobile game-Realm Defense I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

In a world where everyone begins as a white blob, only those who survive the brutal color trials can evolve. When Luck, an unusual blob with inexplicable instincts, awakens in this chromatic reality, he discovers his experiences literally shape him-each trial changing his color, form, and abilities. As he advances through increasingly deadly challenges, Luck uncovers the dark truth behind the trial system and the mysterious entities who created it. With each evolution bringing new powers and revelations, Luck must decide: continue climbing the trial hierarchy or challenge the very foundation of this color-coded existence.

[R-18 Themes] Viktorian had a very awkward and stupid death. Next, he found himself in a void—then in the grand chamber of a goddess. She offers him a chance to reincarnate in another world. "Yes, I agree. Send me right away." "I haven't even laid out all the details, but if you're sure…" she giggled. "Yes, mommy, send me. To isekai land. I want to feel the touch of a woman again." Viktorian quickly realizes he’s not human anymore, he's been scammed—he’s a slime. Scrambling to survive, he desperately fights, devours, and evolves, all while being hunted by an army of amorphous blobs. Just when all seems lost, another goddess reaches out to him—a forgotten deity, abandoned by the world. As a final act of defiance, she grants him a God Fragment. With no other choice, Viktorian, now a nameless Slimelord, consumes it… and ascends into a God-tier Slime. With newfound power and an undying thirst for more, Viktorian embarks on a journey to free the Forgotten Goddess, build a legendary harem, and conquer all who stand in his way.

Raj went to Jaipur and saw a married woman touching herself. He was immediately attracted to her and wanted her. To find out whether he got her or not, you'll have to read the novel. Warning: 1. This novel is smut, but don’t expect it to rush straight to that point. The buildup is slow and deliberate. 2. Don’t expect every woman to look like a supermodel. The women I wrote about are beautiful in their own unique ways, with imperfections—hairy arms or legs, slight chubbiness, average faces, freckles, scars, or being too short or tall. However, there are also women who are undeniably stunning—so beautiful that if a competition for the most beautiful woman were held, they would win effortlessly.

The gods are almighty and powerful, not man nor beast can harm them as they rule over all. The races they create follow them with dedication and reverence. But what happens when new gods rise? The answer is war as gods rise and fall. Only the most ancient of Gods remember the most ancient of calamities of a race so vicious and bloodthirsty that even to this day, just the mention of their name makes them tremble in remembered fear as even to this day they are ruled by the most bloodthirsty of goddesses. All shall fear the shining of the full moon. Terak is just another everyday gamer. If there is a new online game, he is always the first to play it. It's just unfortunate that a drunk was behind the wheel. He never had a chance as he wonders where he will go from here he wakes up in the middle of the forest in a small hairy body with the howl of wolves all around him. Join Terak as he goes from hunted to hunter as the shining of the moon, so to dose his blood red eyes shine.

After a freak accident, our hero wakes up in a whole new world... as a strange black blob! No hands, no feet—just a squishy, bouncy creature. To make things even weirder, a group of terrifying demons bows down to him, convinced he's their born-to-be 7th Demon King. But here’s the catch—he doesn’t want to be the Demon King! He just wants to live peacefully. All he wants is to figure out how to get his body back and live a quiet life. Instead, he’s stuck pretending to be the mighty Demon King, trying to dodge dangerous battles, avoid the coalition of the four races out to defeat him and stop the possibility of the 7th Demon King being born. Can a squishy blob survive being a ruler of the demon race, or will he accidentally become the most laid-back Demon King in history? Get ready for a laugh-out-loud journey full of crazy battles, wacky transformations, and one very confused black blob! Note: 1. Slow-paced story. 2. There is no female lead in this book.

A story of a loving husband and his wives secret. Marcus a average guy with a hairy body has a beautiful wife.But he doesn’t know his loving wife secret. lets dive into their lives and how their relationship evolves into something new.

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

Kivas Chariot was struck by the sun, resulting in an unrecoverable corruption within his soul. With no Worlds willing to take him, he became a Disgraced, barred from entering the cycle of reincarnation and doomed to be crippled as he repeated his next beginnings in Ad Infinitum. However, through a fateful encounter with the Deity of Exploration, he got reborn as an Amalgam. A weird looking tadpole-shaped blob with three arms, with one of them holding the Torch of Blight. He couldn't see, hear, touch, nor perceive anything beyond the illumination of his flickering eternal torch. Fortunately for him, the Deity of Exploration decided to grace this torch of his with random selectable upgrades for every discovery milestone that he reached. The catch was, Death would reset all of it to zero. "If I get a nickel every time I spawn somewhere that will result in my death almost immediately, I would have five. Which isn't much, but I'm sick of it reoccurring!" T'was the beginning of an atrocious and painful Era of Roguelike Exploration. ____________ The cover illustration belongs to its respective creator.

“Lila, will you stop looking like someone dragged you to the funeral of a relative?” Diana shouted over the music, pulling me forward by the wrist. "It's a club! You're supposed to have fun, get a life!" Fun of course, I should get much of it as much as I want. It's true. The fun was finding your trusted boyfriend of three years in bed with no other but your best friend. The pleasure was being humiliated and left alone with the pieces of your self-esteem shattered before you, with no attempt of repair. I didn't want to be here, but Diana insisted and I was too numb to argue or go against her wish. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said, rising a little on my heels. "Oh, don't complain anymore," Diana cried, pouring a funny looking cocktail into her hand. Her lipstick spread in a sly smile. "Drink enough of this. You need much of it to relax." I looked at the glass like a time bomb, everything about it looked suspicious. "I don't drink." "There's always a first time, you'll drink tonight." Diana clinked her glass with mine. "Trust me, one sip won't kill you." I hesitated, but the words "trust me" did something funny to my pride. I didn't want her to think I was weak, not capable of making choices, not after everything I'd been through. So I took a sip. The bitterness from a single sip burned my throat and I grimaced, but Diana was already putting another glass in my hand. "Come on baby girl!" she shouted at me. On the third glass, the room began to tilt dangerously. The lights dimmed and my thoughts became unclear, unhealthy and shattered. "Diana," I managed to murmur, trying to calm every bit of myself down. "I think I probably should sit for a moment..." "Okay, then!" she interrupted, leading me towards a group of men seated in a VIP area enclosed by ropes. "Come on, sister, let's meet real men that make things happen. Forget about that cheating loser of yours! It's time to wine and dine with the happening men." "Wait, I don't...I can't..." I stammered as my legs flopped under me. Before I knew it, a man smelling of sweet cologne pulled me into his hairy lap. "Hey, pretty girl," he said, his smile stretching too far. I tried to pull away, but my arms felt like jelly. "No, I don't...I can't..." "Relax," he said, running his rough hand up my thigh. "Keep your silly hands off me!" I tried to scream with my whole strength, but it was weak. Panic gripped my throat. And then, suddenly, I was pulled to my feet miraculously. "What are you planning to do to her?" a cold, loud voice cut through the chaos. I closed my eyes, my vision flickering, until my gaze landed on the man standing before me. He was tall, with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass and eyes the color of ice. His tailored suit clung to him like a second skin, and his presence was so imposing that the fat man retreated. Heartbroken after discovering her boyfriend's infidelity, Lila Monroe is pushed into a one-night stand by her jealous step-sister, Diana. Unknowingly, she ends up in the bed of billionaire Sebastian Knight, instead of a random guy as planned by Diana. Their paths cross again months later, when Lila is forced to marry Sebastian to protect her mother's political image. To complicate matters, Sebastian's brother, Ethan, who Lila had a childhood crush on, lives in the same house and rekindles old feelings. Torn between two brothers, Lila struggles to overcome the complexities of love, betrayal, and family rivalry. As enemies close in and secrets are revealed, Lila must choose between the man who challenges her and the one who still make feel safe.

Dying then getting reincarnated wasn't something I thought possible. Yet here I am. But did it have to reincarnate me into a... skinny dog? A small bone-y deer...? A very hairy, with some feathers, hunched over... thing? 'What the hell am I?' [You are a baby {–––––––}.] 'Hm, a –––––––, aye...' Instead of thinking about my new self, I thought about something else, something bad. I felt the terrible, horrible, terrifying need to make a bad, baad pun. 'Hey, System.' [Yes?] 'Ice to meet you.' [...] I began to chuckle. A few quiet wheezes of air puffing out. [...sigh.] (This novel is on hiatus for now)

Disclaimer: it's brand new story about werewolf and vampire that wrap in a different packaging. Different and still interesting! "Oh look, you're in a nice costume! You're hairy, and I like that," Marionette Alsen sighed, tracing the body of a man who was now above her. And the next day, she woke up without a single cloth and with scratches on several parts of her body. Unexpectedly, after that incident, Marion was chosen as William Reynz's personal assistant, and had to sign a strange contract. Since then, she has been forced to live an unconventional life, faced with William's strong sense of belonging to her, one of which is that she must always be with him wherever he is. Unfinished business as William's personal assistant which seems strange to her, the presence of Drake Wilmer disturbs Marion's life with his obsession and gentle demeanor, treating Marion like a Queen. Getting this treatment, made Marion lost in the charms and spells that Drake cast on her, made her fall in love with the man, until the relationship between them was too far away for William to know. A few weeks later Marion felt something different about her body. Morning sickness, cravings, even the uncontrollable gurgling of hormones she always felt whenever she was around William Reynz instead of Drake. Until a fact was revealed that she was pregnant, followed by another fact that the baby she was carrying might not be an ordinary baby. Who is the father of the baby? And will Marion be able to live a normal life after knowing all secrets in her life? #Werewolf #Vampire #hybrid #Billionaire #CEO #contractmarriage #harem *** Find my english work on GOODNOVEL. I working on Maximillian and Mirielle Reynz there, guys! Check it out! *** Where to reach me? Discord: Kennie Re #4440 IG: @kennie_r89 FB: Kennie Re Fanpage: Kennie Re - Author

Synopsis: Ahn Miyoung is a regular teen in her last year of her high school or so she thought until, she turned 17. The night of her 17th birthday, she was out with her friends to celebrate it in a karaoke room. After feeling a need to go the restroom, she found that her limbs were itchy and a lot hairy than she remembered. In here tipsy state, she ignores it and goes home. For the next few days, she was very confused as a lot of weird things keeps happening to her. Her body is hairy than a normal teen girl even when she shaves it more than regular, her appetite grew a lot, and she gets a strange urge on full moons. Amidst all this chaos happening in her life, Ahn Miyoung has a bigger problem now. The new kid keeps following her and says she smells delicious! “Get off me, you weirdo! What the he*k is wrong with you?!” Ahn Miyoung shoved the boy,who was a foot longer than her, with all her might. He wasn’t someone she can singlehandedly throw off her but, maybe the level of disgust she had towards him, gave her a new-found power. Choi Dohyun smirked at her lousy attempt to avoid him. He purred in his deep voice. “Baby girl, you should stop denying it now. I know you’re itching to pounce on me too.” He stroked her face with his hand, which got smacked by a now-red-with-fury Miyoung. Dohyun chuckled and his eyes changed. “You know what babe? I denied it at first too. But now this urge is too hard to supress. Plus, you’re not that bad. I can let you have a taste of me.” ‘This eccentric jerk!’ Ahn Miyoung kicked his shin and elbowed his stomach. Caught off guard, Choi Doyoung fell on the ground, clutching his abdomen, grunting in pain. “Mark my words Mr. Choi Dohyun. YOU. WILL. NEVER. SUCEED. IN. THIS. LIFE. OF. YOURS!!!!!” Ahn Miyoung smiled in victory as she saw her stalker on the ground, wincing in pain. But what she missed was the small smirk that spread on his face. “We’ll see about that Miyoung-ah.” This is my first fantasy novel. I like reding werewolfs but never thought I'll actually write one. I hope you all like my novel. Do support me if you guys like the story and I welcome positive critisim with open arms ans heart~~~ Thanks a lot for choosing to read AYAWT. P.S. : I created the cover using random pics online. The credit goes to original owners of the pics but this edit is mine.

When Wes Kirby gets a glass bottle with a shapeshifting blob from his father, an employee at legendary lab 'Dreamweaver', he does what any 17 year old would do. Put it in his bedroom with the rest of the awesome Sci-Fi stuff! But when he's dared to open the bottle, some of the blob decides it wants a more fleshy home, specifically, the arm of Wes. His right arm is now constantly changing from the coldest, hardest metals to the most potent acids imaginable, gooey, jagged, and everything in between! With this newfound 'ability', having his arm behaving like a normal arm is now a task that takes active focus. What will happen when the government discovers his arm and catches wind? Will he be able to protect his father from being punished for a mistake he had nothing to do with? Will he ever live normally again?

A man who was supposed to be tortured as punishment for his sins in this world and thrown into hell for an undetermined amount of time was suddenly given a pretty good deal. The deal was proposed by a creature with an undetermined shape it just look like a blob of water floating in front of him. [ I will send you away from here. You will start everything over and live a better life. In exchange for that I will be taking your place in both the punishment and slot in heaven.] The man, who has lost all interest in living again because of the way he died frowned and answered. [What the hell are you talking about? There’s no way such a good deal is true!] [Yes there is! And it’s here! FFS I’m just bored as hell! So I give you this chance! Just accept it I will even give you an extra gift! It’s already the edge of the 9th cycle and that guy still didn’t stop cycling this world damn it!] Answered the blob as it continues grumbling.

Death can lead to strange places. Stranger still is what I've become because of it; a shapeless, and seemingly hapless blob. Author note: This is your typical litrpg novel with an inhuman MC. Hopefully what will set it apart from others will be some of the mysteries behind what the MC actually is, and how it relates to the world as a whole. Enjoy it if you can. This story has moved to Royal Road.

(Y/n) are going to be an older (late 20's to early 30's) female Omega still looking but not serious about an Alpha. Your mom warns you "wait too long, an Alpha picks you..." You are going for your last ride in the mountains for the year before winter hits. You have ridden in the back country for years and nothing has ever happened...until today.  You just hope you survive and not have animals picking your bones clean.  That includes a big and hairy confrontation, with the retired underground Alpha named Shouta Aizawa, who has a dark secret of his own.  

Luke was too busy fighting off rogue attacks and was about to ascend to Alpha. He didn't have time for romance or mate bonds. His attention belonged to his people, his pack and him becoming the noble and fearless leader they depended on. That was until he laid eyes on the human girl he met while investigating a recent rogue attack. Law forbids the fraternization of humans but the mate bond does not listen to anyone's laws. Which path will he choose? Will he still want the beautiful human girl Tala when he finds out her deep dark secrets? Tala was content living her simple life on the farm. Just her and her family living far away from the noise of civilization. She didn't have a worry in the world. Until the day rogues attacked causing her peaceful and quiet human world to come crashing down. After that day something in her started cracking and when a couple strangers come sniffing around things get . . . hairy. Secrets that have been kept in the shadows are about to be revealed. Can these two survive what's to come? Will they give into their mate bonds or will it tear them apart?

"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say." What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. "A necklace!" "So be it." She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs. That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away... * * * Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest. He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems. * * * DISCLAIMER TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE} FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR. TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED. THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

Prince Of Westfield is a fantasy-adventure web series created by me. The story follows a world beyond our own that is invested with strange riddles and fantastical creatures. This world, however, has been taken over by a greedy tyrant with a lust for power. A gentle hairy beast and a skilled archer travel through the mythical world of Westfield, determined to take back what was rightfully theirs. Prince Of Westfield has been in its earliest development stage since March 13th, 2020.

Our main character Alexander Laconicus is a normal boy who Transmigrated to a fantasy world with a game like system with his younger brother Cassander and his best friend Astrid. Thou through a bout of misfortune his younger brother dies. Fast forward 9 years and Alexander has been stuck on Class tier 3 level 99 for 4 years all he needs is a breakthrough to tier 4. Giving up our hero decides to write a encyclopedia of the different classes, races, and traits throughout the world. Before he dies of mysterious circumstances( they aren't mysterious I just don't want to spoil it) :) Guaranteed fetishes that won't be in Scat Vore bbw that's more overweight than curvy hard bodied man on man Overly hairy for more than 1 scene per chick but none would grow hair if they didn't already have it beastiality on female and beastiality on male if the animal is a normal none mythological animal Hard Femdom against mc Netorare/Netorare but I will have netori inflation/ supersized parts list might expand if I can think of more

Gabriel is your ordinary college student who is studying in Mechanical Engineering. In his free time, Gabriel likes to read a fantasy book. His favorite book is Hairy Pottery and Lady of the Bracelet. He has a dream that someday he will be able to go to the other world. Luna, the Goddess of light from the other world, needs champions to defeat the demon lord and its demonic spawn that terrorizing the land. So she summons her hero from a different world. That day, Gabriel's dream to come to the other world become a reality as he and a few other people get summoned to a different world. However, Luna only wants five heroes, but why six people get summoned?