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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.

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** Hades smirked, then leaned back, pulling her fully into his lap. She gasped in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. “If you’re going to tease me, you might as well do it properly,” he said, his deep voice filled with mischief. “Oh?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She moaned against his lips, her pussy beginning to throb and she did her best to squeeze her thighs shut and hide the fact that she was overwhelmingly horny. Her body was begging to be touched. His cool skin felt amazing against hers and she wanted him to touch the one area that needed it the most, one that he had made sure he didn't go too near with. Hades hands slid down to her ass and squeezed gently, she moaned against his mouth and tightened her grip in his hair, never wanting his lips to stray from her skin. "Hades..." she moaned needingly as he moved his lips down her neck. "Yes, princess?" he murmured softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "More, please." She begged and he nipped at her skin. "Tell me exactly what you want." he said to her. "Touch me, please. I need you to touch me." She moaned. “ ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

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'

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 ......

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

For the crimes he commited, Theo was executed by the exile to the outlands, beyond the limits of human civilization, where the S-rank monsters reigned supreme. Yet, rather than feeling despair, guilt or anything else... Theo was excited. He had no memory of comitting any of the crimes he was sentenced for. Or, to be more precise, he had no memory of doing anything in this world other than sitting in the prison-coach as it drove to the edge of the civilization. And how could he not, with the system prompt hanging out in the corner of his vision, promising to activate only once he set foot in the outlands? Turn the world into blocks... and mine them out. Craft whatever your heart desire. Construct, automate, explore and exploit! But when you hear the boss music kick in... Do you run, or do you stand your ground and fight?! And what if, while you play minecraft... Others play game of thrones?

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.

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?

---(Haitus)--- Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Blonde, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

At 11:24 PM on August 31, the world changed forever. Without warning, millions of people turned into terrifying monsters known as the Fallen, grotesque beings with cracked skin and red eyes who devour the few remaining humans. Fifteen years later, humanity barely survives in shelters as the world is consumed by darkness. Zeck Rivers has learned to live with fear, but an unexpected discovery could change everything. Now, he must decide whether to keep running or face the horror and uncover the truth behind the end of the world. Run and pray... because the darkness does not forgive.

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

[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

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

First Time Writing A Story So Constructive Criticism Is Welcomed ------------------------------------------------------------- Worlds He Will Go To: Fear and Hunger Danganronpa Initial d My Hero Academia Naruto One Piece Bleach Persona 5 Royal Stardew Valley Demon Slayer Cyberpunk 2077 + Cyberpunk: Egderunners Skyrim Undertale/Underverse HxH SCP G.O.W 2018 + The new God of War game Elden Ring Subnautica Dark souls The Forest Far cry Bioshock Fallout: New Vegas + Fallout 4 Project: Zomboid Minecraft Monster hunter Neon genesis evangelion I'm a spider, So what Tensura or That time I got reincarnated as a slime Hallow Knight The Witcher 3 GTA Yakuza 0 Toyko ghoul Toyko revengers Parry Jackson(know jackshit about this) NFS: Unbound Adventure time(Got inspired) Marvel A second life rankers return Record of Ragnarok Over Geared Jujutsu kaisen Took Some Inspiration From Grandpa Universe, Great Story Check It Out If You Haven't Already I Won't Drop This Adding More If I Feel Like It Updating When I want to (art is not mine) Holy shit that's a lot of fandoms that I'll will have to write

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.

"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."

"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?

Celeste Featherwind has always dreamed of becoming an Anxoyal, a winged fighter for justice. After decades of training, she was finally allowed to ascend and become one. She will serve her kingdom dutifully, as she had always done, and fight against all outer threats. One day, a mission went south, and she became the prisoner of the Yxals, horned creatures that were known for their bloodlust and their hunger for power. The Yxal warrior Cruxia has been tasked with keeping an eye on Celeste and extracting useful information from her. Will Celeste betray her kingdom to save her own skin, or will she defy her captors?

An adventure of two friends in Minecraft.

"I am not wearing my own skin but that of a fox. I am not living my own life but an underworld life! Skins are easy to borrow, but lives are hard to repay! Neither heaven's law, destiny, nor human justice can tolerate my existence. And yet... all I ever wanted was to simply keep living!"

A Novel based on world of Minecraft. Note: This fiction takes the logic of Minecraft and modifies it. We follow Steve on his adventures throughout the blocky overworld His brother, Brian, now known as Herobrine turned to the darkside, and the result was their homeland getting obliterated. The threat of a new wither coming as well as more of the nether leaking into their overworld threaten the balance of their blocky home. Now Steve has to travel across his world, allied with others to stop this threat from taking their home.

Steven woke up in a forest with nothing but the clothes on his back. Unsure of anything beyond his name he soon finds that this world he finds himself in is very hostile and he has to use everything within his disposal to survive. A Minecraft-inspired story Art isn't mine, if asked to remove it I shall.