Skins Archive

On the front line of the war, there's a little girl. Blond hair, blue eyes and porcelain white skin, she commands the army with lisping voice. Her name is Tanya Degurechaff. But in reality, she is one of Japan's most elite salarymen, reborn as a little girl after angering a mysterious being X who calls himself "God." And this little girl, who prioritize over anything else efficiency and her own career, will become the most dangerous being amongst the sorcerers of the imperial army...

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the Overlord characters arrived in the SCP world? Well, find out here. How would the Foundation react when it had a World Item, or how would they react when they saw the Guardians? I invite you to read this fanfic! This is a set of SCP files with characters from Overlord. (Since I like the OP characters, so I am going to increase the power of the characters greatly, I hope you don't mind) This is my first story, so please leave me your criticisms and/or opinions!!!

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky. Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist. Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody. Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell. Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly— "Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

Yasenia is a child born different from the rest, her mother, Tatyana, used an ancient technique she found to absorb the world's energy to get pregnant instead of having regular intercourse. Her objective was to create a lover for herself since the endless years of solitude and all the heartbreaks covered her heart with eternal ice. While pregnant, a strange soul seems to try to seize the body of her child to be reborn; a shame that Tatyana is someone not to be messed with. In her rage, she destroys the sense of self and memories, leaving only a husk of the soul, and uses it to nourish Yasenia. What Tatyana didn't know at that time was that this would change Yasenia in ways she never expected. Consider supporting me on Patreon.com/Mortrexo Or donating on Paypal.com/paypalme/Mortrexo Uploading on Wattpad Uploading on Scribblehub Uploading on Archive of our own (AO3). Discord: https://discord.gg/Uk9uAeWAf4 Novel Cover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/novel-cover-2-86054319 Artist: https://twitter.com/_taaakaaaa

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

In a world where every individual awakens their "System" at 18, people are categorized based on the purpose of their System—Warriors, Mages, Artisans, Healers, and other archetypes. However, the male protagonist receives the Archivist System, which is perceived as the weakest. At first glance, it offers only two features: 1. Scan: This ability allows them to analyze people, objects, and environments, extracting data into their "Archive." 2. Store: This feature enables them to store skills, spells, and even memories, though they cannot use them directly. Ridiculed as useless, the protagonist works quietly, building a vast repository of information. As they delve deeper into the Archive, he uncovers hidden functions that enable him to rewrite reality, recreate ancient powers, and even manipulate the System itself.

[WSA 2025 Entry] [Progression-Fantasy | Overpowered | Kingdom Building | Monster Girls | Literary RPG Mechanics] [ACHIEVEMENT UNPRECEDENTED] [You have successfully embraced the Origin: Celestial Archive] [You have earned the talent: Summon (Rank E)] [You have been gifted the ability to summon a single SSS-Rank creature] [You have unlocked a new talent: Talent Copy] [You have summoned Amara - Night Queen (SSS-Rank)] [You have awakened the talent: Blood Monarch (Rank SSS)] In the Kingdom of Eirland, Hunters battle vicious monsters that emerge from mirror dimensions known as Events. Markus White awakens a Common Tier Origin, 'Scout', at the age of 15, dreaming of making it big as a Hunter. But Hunters like him are a dime a dozen, their efforts insignificant in the grand scheme. One day, while clearing an Event Rapture with his team, an unexpected incident leads him to encounter a dragon. Now armed with the Supreme Tier Origin 'Celestial Archive', which allows him to summon powerful Monster Girls, how will Markus use his newfound abilities? And what impact will his existence have on the world? --- Before reading this novel, I sincerely implore you to read the note I left in the auxiliary. That will give you an understanding of what you're getting into. Acknowledgement: The cover belongs to Author.

In a world where unseen forces weave through the fabric of reality, Elias Darrow has always felt like an outsider haunted by dreams of shadowy realms and whispers of forgotten truths. When a mysterious letter arrives bearing the seal of a coiled serpent and a burning key, it sets him on a path to the Whispering Spire, a cursed tower shrouded in fear and legend. Inside, Elias discovers a vast Archive brimming with forbidden knowledge and ancient secrets guarded by cryptic figures and malevolent forces. He learns of the Veils mystical barriers that separate realms and of a war brewing in the shadows, threatening to tear the world apart. Marked as a Veilwalker, Elias gains the power to traverse these realms, but each step into the unknown comes with a price. With allies like Amara, an enigmatic guardian with a fractured past, and foes like the Abyssal Cult, who seek to collapse the Veils, Elias must navigate a labyrinth of conspiracies, eldritch horrors, and his own unraveling identity. As the line between truth and madness blurs, Elias faces a harrowing choice: embrace his destiny as a protector of the Veils or risk unleashing a force that could consume all realms. The Chronicle of Veiled Realms is a tale of mystery, adventure, and sacrifice a journey through the darkest corners of existence, where knowledge is power, and power is a double-edged blade.

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

Three times the universe has begun with a bang, and twice it ended with the stars being devoured by something that does not exist. The third time, however, something that *should not have existed* hijacked the process. 729 eternal proto-stars now orbit the Cornerstone of all Creation, in which sleeps Arius, the Arbiter of the fifteen dimensions Creation exists in, and Nobody; as Guardian of the Non-Euclidean Infinite Archive, existing outside of reality... isolated . Across those fifteen dimensions which the two watch over; preside "Bearers of Sparks," or "Exceptions," empowered by the myriad stars, and metaphysical influence, spread across the multiverse. Beings across all fifteen dimensions are bound by a plethora of things, but first and foremost aside from causality is something called "The First Anomaly," which exists in all dimensions simultaneously. The dimension it is observed in will shift reality in accordance with a number of precepts, which are determined by the second most prominent binding aspect of the Third Cycle: "The Rule of Three." The Rule of Three is the physical formation of a paranormal law of nature, which acts as a causal filtration device. It also has a secondary function, which allows for Exceptions to offset and utilize any amount of energy in flux by bypassing the typical side-effects of thermodynamic energy transfer as we understand it. This is not to be confused for magic, because magic has a cost. This isn't reality bending/warping in the conventional sense either, as it's not bending the whole of reality but a singular aspect in a nigh-infinite multitude of potential ways, with 100% energy efficiency in cost/effectiveness/application which those who are not Exceptions cannot replicate without multiple sponsorships. This story follows an abnormality above anomalies; an Exception among Exceptions, a Transmigrator from the other side of an otherwise impassable wall, by the name of Lee Kühren.

The slaughterers of hell; Children of the Divine Priestess, they brutally defend humanity from the ever-present threat of the hellspawn. For over a thousand years this war has been waged, and for over a thousand years countless amounts of people have fallen. They go by many names — Devil Eaters, Ashrippers, and the whole sort. The name they call themselves, however, takes a much more noble stature. They were Knights. Knights of Torrice. And every last demon would die by their hands. In the remnants of the forgotten records, one ragtag group of soldiers proved to be more influential than their role was to be believed. A boy bound by duty, a man vigored by pride and a killer masked with humanity. Little did they know that fate itself would change with the simple click of their boots. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Demon Archives is a fantasy epic written for WSA 25. If you enjoy grit, action, sacrifice, bloodshed and more, then consider reading this book and supporting me along the way! Being my own unique take on the nine circles of hell, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Inspired by written works like Shadow Slave, and hopefully a culmination of all I've learned from writing as a hobby over the past five years.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

A old man, who's background is unknown, suddenly finds himself in a situation involving the supernatural after mysteriously gaining the power to talk to ghosts. MC appearance is the book cover, but imagine him with white hair, a white beard, a scar over his left eye, a diamond earring on his ear, old and has weathered skin

Kaori Moriyama thought her life couldn't get more complicated-navigating her final year of high school while protecting her younger brother, Itsuki. But everything changes when she stumbles upon an ancient idol buried in the school's archives. Breaking it unleashes a dark curse, summoning mysterious attackers cloaked in shadows. As chaos begins to consume her world, Kaori must unravel the secrets of the idol, face her deepest fears, and decide how far she's willing to go to protect those she loves.

The end came silently, not with an explosion, but with the imminent exhaustion of the energy that gave life to the universe. The calculations were irrefutable: entropy was advancing without pause, consuming the stars until they were left in a state of coldness and death. Humanity, which had conquered the galaxy and mastered the laws of physics, was facing its final challenge: extinction. For centuries, the most brilliant scientists and thinkers searched for a solution, but collapse was inevitable. They could not fight against the fate of the cosmos, but they could ensure that their existence was not forgotten. Thus one last project. A perfect structure, built with materials unknown even to its own creators, capable of withstanding the passage of eons. Inside, it housed the entirety of human knowledge: history, science, philosophy, technology, art and culture. More than just a simple archive, it contained an artificial intelligence with evolutionary capabilities, designed to preserve, learn and adapt to any environment in which it might find itself. With one last effort, the Archive was launched into the abyss of space, traversing unknown dimensions and realities, with one goal: to find a new home, a place where their knowledge could be passed on, where humanity could, in some way, be reborn. Centuries, millennia, perhaps eons later, the Archive descended upon a different world. A world where magic was the essence that ruled life, where ancient civilizations fought for dominance over forgotten realms and impossible creatures sailed the skies and seas. It was in this world that a young man, unknown to his own people, would find the greatest legacy of an extinct civilization. And with it, change the fate of everything he knew. The age of magic was about to meet the lost knowledge of another world.

Meet Morticia Katz, the rebellious high school outcast with a notorious reputation and bubbling vendetta against the one person who makes her skin crawl: Maverick. Their toxic relationship is a ticking time bomb, fueled by a deep-seated loathing that's only matched by their polar opposite personalities and values. But when Morticia discovers she's truly being forced into a marriage with her arch-nemesis, her world is turned upside down. With her freedom and sanity on the line, she'll stop at nothing to escape this catastrophic fate. How far will she go to avoid a lifetime of misery with the one person she despises most?

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

With great power... COMES GREAT BI-... ehrm great responsiblity... 'this is a take on a dream i had a long time ago when i was struggeling with some stuff, but since then ive been fascinated by the idea.' roughly spoken its abt a kid getting great powers, but the only one who got them in a world of monsters, atleast for now... oh btw ive never written before and i do this for fun haha

As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle caress of their kiss. It was a slow, sweet burn, like the first tender flames of a winter fire. But just as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close with a gentle yet insistent pressure. His hands roamed over her back, sending shivers down her spine as he slowly peeled off her singlet. The ice block she had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on her breast. The cold was a shock, making her gasp and try to pull away, but he held her fast, his lips never leaving hers. As the chill seeped into her skin, she tried to squirm free, but he was relentless, his hands slipping beneath her clothes to warm her chilled flesh. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending sparks flying through her veins like fireflies on a summer night. And yet, even as she tried to push him away, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His touch was a slow, sweet torture, melting her resistance like ice in the spring sun. but then someone was behind the door of the room 'sucy are you here'

An unkown fugitive fleeing around the country in search of something or someone. A group of men on his trails, chasing him and catching up by the second. And Karl, living inside his lone hut, keeping to himself and studying peacefully... until he gets murdered. But death is only the beginning. After waking up, he has more questions than ever before and something new slumbering within him...

Dr. Srinivasan, a curious and dedicated doctor, stumbles upon a mysterious woman who fell from the sky. Her body appears nearly invincible, with skin like steel, and her blood shows extraordinary properties unlike any human's. Intrigued, Dr. Srinivasan secretly collects a sample and begins researching, discovering that her blood has unique regenerative abilities. As he delves deeper, he realizes she might not be entirely human, leading him into a mystery that could have far-reaching consequences.

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

Marisa never expected that she would bump into a wild party when she went for skin diving, let alone meeting an extremely handsome alien with whom she would fall in love and fight against the galaxy.

Eira’s life as a quiet librarian changes forever when she discovers a strange, unreadable book buried in the dusty shelves of her small-town library. When a drop of her blood accidentally stains its pages, Eira is transported into The Archive—a surreal, infinite library where every forgotten story, erased memory, and lost piece of history resides. Within its walls, Eira learns that she is a rare "Reclaimer," someone with the power to restore forgotten truths to the real world. But this power comes with a dangerous price. As Eira grapples with her new role, she discovers that not all truths were forgotten by accident. Some were deliberately erased for the safety of the world, while others were buried in wars over control of knowledge. Among the Archivists—sentient beings who guard The Archive—factions clash over whether these truths should remain hidden. And in the shadows, a rogue group known as The Editors seeks to manipulate The Archive for their own sinister purposes, threatening to rewrite history itself. Eira’s journey forces her to confront her own fragmented past, uncovering a deeply buried trauma that ties her to The Archive more than she ever imagined. As forgotten truths spill into reality, causing chaos and unraveling the fabric of the world, Eira must decide: What truths are worth restoring, and which should remain lost forever? Caught in a war between knowledge and oblivion, Eira will learn that some truths can save the world—but others might destroy it. Will she be able to wield the power of the forgotten, or will the weight of history crush her before she can finish her story?

"Hnnng." A woman's first moan was always a good sign. Even if she tries to suppress it, it can't be suppressed, so she lets out a breath. As she moaned, his wife's head fell back. The yukatas were randomly strewn above the sheets. A wisteria petal was stuck to the back of her neck. He stretched down and bit the flower petal. The petal and skin both crumbled between his teeth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth like an aphrodisiac. "Haa..." Xiao's hand gripped her abandoned yukata. He had already teased her nipples, and they glistened as they perked up. With another surge of desire, Jun Shang cupped her breast once again. His wife's body was beautiful. It was as smooth as a painting. Her perfectly supple breasts, her long and slender hands and feet. More than that, the most captivating features were her fragrance and her pale, soft skin that seemed to melt underneath her hands. 'You're beautiful.' She didn't seem to be touched by his words. There was no reason for her to respond with 'You too' just to be polite. But none of that mattered. Her proud face and her cold eyes. All of it. He liked all of it. And starting today, all of it would be his. "Ahh."

Rosette, a fairy disguised as a village girl has to keep her life quiet and still. Being an illegitimate daughter of the former king has set her alive and well since she wasn't mentioned in any royal archives. With such luck, she was able to escape her hellish life and live in peace in a small remote village while the Dark Jade faries destroyed her kingdom. Her life was perfect and safe until she met a large non-human figure lying injured in her garden in the middle of dawn. That figure turns out to be the general of the Dark Jade army. How will Rosette be able to escape him and how will she survive this fairy?

"A baker dies from choking on a piece of bread ? The irony!" After a humiliating and untimely death at his bachelor party, 23-year-old Orion Wellington finds himself reborn into the body of 15-year-old Remi, a sister to his ex-bride to be. Determined to prove that his original death was no accident, but a well plotted murder, he sets out on a journey of self-discovery and justice.But with each step closer to the truth he realises that his past life's secrets are far more sinister than he ever imagined. As he navigates his new life, he must confront the traumatic experiences of his new body's past, including an abusive stepmother and sister. He must also adapt to the challenges of being a developing teenage girl,return to school and overcome his own fear of women. As he delves deeper into the mystery of his original death, he finds himself entangled in a complicated web of relationships. His old friend, Rowan, begins to develop feelings for him and his own mentally challenged brother, Drew, falls helplessly in love with his new female form. Torn between his loyalty to his brother and his friend's growing feelings for him, he must confront the ultimate question: can he accept love as a man trapped in a woman's body?

A maid walked on the grassland. She carried a child wrapped in a bloody cloth between her arms. Blood dripped from her back as her life slowly left her body. After reaching a small and isolated town, she met with a woman, and the maid pleaded with her dying breath. "Please take this child in. Her name is... Tatyana." After taking the baby from the maid's arms, the woman decides to bring Tatyana up in a household full of love, unaware that Tatyana's fate is bound to be tragic for her and those around her. Follow Tatyana on a journey through a ruthless cultivation world, where her very sanity will be challenged. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub Uploading also on Wattpad Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own Uploading also on RoyalRoad. Discord: discord.gg/RsEAYd6Xak