Fairly Oddparents Teeth

The life of a teenager who has just entered the next level of school. Kamada Elinson, a Student who has just finished his previous level of school has just been accepted into a fairly well-known school. How happy he was to get a fairly well-known school. Then Kama's story will be accompanied by his friends who are either friends since childhood, or more than that, Kama's journey will be filled with various cases at school, then forming a small detective group.

**Warning: This isn’t your typical cultivation story. If you're looking for a formulaic journey of power, turn back. This is for those who want their cultivation with teeth, grief, and gods that scream.** The Red Moon looms, its light bleeding across the ruins of a dead world. No voices remain, no echoes of the past, only the wind whispering through hollowed stone. Yet one figure still moves, tracing unseen steps beneath the crimson glow. The boy does not know how long he has wandered, nor why he alone remains. He remembers hunger, the weight of a knife at his hip, and the distant pull of something just beyond memory, a path he must walk, a dance he must complete. But the steps evade him, like a melody half-forgotten. There are things lurking in the dark, creatures that should not exist, bound to the moon's eerie cycle. Somewhere, beneath the veil of time, the truth is buried. Somewhere, within the forgotten rhythm of his own steps, the answer awaits. And when the dance begins again, it will either set him free or consume him entirely.

Four years. That’s how long he took to transform from being a penniless young man to becoming the heir of a mysterious conglomerate. His return was a glorious event! Four years. That was the time she took to fall from being a rich heiress to an insignificant script writer in the entertainment industry. And she could even end up in jail! “Evelyn Sherman, if only you had loved me a little more than money then, you wouldn’t have to beg me now.” The man jeers coldly. Evelyn Sherman smiles cunningly. She pushes a little bun into his arms. The little bun hugs him and even gives him a big kiss, “President, do you want to buy my mommy? She can pretend to be a teenager or act like a queen. She can do both young, refreshing roles and the hard core stuff equally well. She’s a professional genius at giving birth. You can bring her home for US$10 million!” Chester Yale stares at the little face that looks exactly like his in a shock. He clenches his teeth and said, “Deal! I will add on another $10 million to buy you too!” In the next second, a little princess pokes her head out from behind the door, “Daddy, you’ll need another $10 million for me.”

Mr. Johnson's stepdaughter, whom he had been taking care of for fifteen years, surprisingly ran away, and she disappeared for five years. Five years later, Mr. Johnson finally found her. Mr. Johnson, looking at his bride-to-be, who had turned into a beauty, said, "If you can come up with a decent excuse, I might be gentle with you later." Amanda Smith awkwardly said, "Well, I... I was hesitating." "That's a fairly good reason, you've been hesitating for five years. It's time to decide, right?" Amanda Smith looked at him sorrowfully, "I, I have hesitated so long, I've forgotten how to decide." "Oh, no problem, just decide on me. After all, I'm quite good at catching people!"

Yu Linlang, whose soul had traveled from another world, was finally brought home. At first, everyone assumed that the long-lost legitimate daughter—who had lived away from home for twelve years—would be a timid and helpless girl, easily bullied. However, to their surprise, no one in the mansion could match her sharp wit or martial prowess. The fake daughter, once confident in her place, soon found her status threatened. Yet, things took a turn for the worse when Yu Linlang displayed an extraordinary talent—solving cases by examining bones. With her skills, she cracked several bizarre mysteries, including the Demon Murder Case and the Netherworld Carriage Case, earning widespread fame. The fake daughter gritted her teeth. So what if she can read bones and solve cases? She’s still just a lowly coroner—unloved and unwanted! Hmph! But on Yu Linlang’s birthday, gifts flooded in like water, leaving everyone stunned. It turned out that she was the cherished treasure of powerful families—the Huo family of Shangjing and the Su family of Jinling. The fake daughter nearly collapsed. So what? I am the most extraordinary woman in Shuyun Women’s Academy! Among all the arts, my piano skills are unmatched! Everyone scoffed. Is she seriously challenging our Junior Master in music? Has she even heard of the Tianyin Master? Junior Master is the strongest Tianyin Master of our generation—able to heal wounds and kill enemies with music alone. With her bare hands on the piano, Yu Linlang makes flowers and leaves dance in the air, weaving stories of love and mystery. As she peels away layers of secrets, she composes a legend of her own.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

Do you believe in magic? The answer of most will be no. But what if magic DID exsist? To some, it might just be your typical average story. But this has an element of unpredictability mixed in between. Their lives were similar to the two sides of a coin. In order to flee from a perpetually toxic relationship, she offers to him, a proposal he would have never expected. Diego Raymond, desperate to prevent the element from being revealed, has no other option but to concur. Diane Lewis was a normal teenage girl from an aristocratic family. But since she met HIM, her view of the world turned upside down. "How is that even possible?" She asked, mouth agape. He smiled at her, showing a perfect set of snow-white teeth. "With magic, anything is possible." Horn your skills and train your ability. "I will protect you." She said, with a determined gaze. "You can Barely even protect yourself. You are not strong enough." He retorted. "Then, just wait for Me to get stronger." She said, with a smile. "You have no right to be here. We cut ties remember?" Dennis, the man she acknowledged as her Older brother, posed that question, while glaring at her fiercely. "I am not here for you. I am here for the family. There are still people I treasure in this place. So let me through or else..." She completed her statement by majestically drawing out her sword. So many secrets lay hidden. Injustice in the form of justice. Lies, fabricated to become truth. Deception roams around, unleashed. And a Naive girl, who had never seen the shadow that lurked around in the abyss. Will her Destiny be actualized, saving those which she held dear to her heart? Or will she be overwhelmed by the challenges of her new world, succumbing gradually underneath the waves, which seek to devour Her whole, perishing alongside her family?

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/dgbw4RS4ec

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

The sharp sound of steel slicing through flesh echoes in the darkness. A guttural howl fades into silence as a voice—cold and ancient—rings in Ash’s mind. "[You have slain a creature of the Higher stage. Gained 1 Vein Energy Point.]" His breath comes in ragged gasps. His arms feel like lead. But before he can move, another voice descends upon him—deep, resounding, and absolute. It is not spoken. It is felt. "Mortal, they persist. Shall I descend?" The words echo through his mind like the weight of a divine decree. A shiver runs down his spine, but he grits his teeth and pushes forward. "No," Ash breathes, his voice strained but resolute. "I can do this myself." The air shifts. Shadows coil around him, slithering like living smoke, wrapping his form in a dark veil. “[Activating Skill – Nightstalker's Cloak.]” A cold sensation washes over him. His form flickers, vanishing into the abyss. The creatures halt, their glowing eyes scanning the battlefield, sensing death but unable to grasp its form. "They still refuse to kneel." Ash exhales, a smirk tugging at his lips. His blade moves before they even realize he was ever there. ———— In a world where power flows through the veins of its people, strength means survival. When disaster struck, warriors rose, legends were forged, and at the center of it all stood Vortex. But power always comes at a cost. Ash knows this more than anyone. His strength feels less like a gift and more like a burden. The battles he fights aren’t just against enemies—they're against himself. If he loses control, what will he become? Yet, the war they face is bigger than they ever imagined. Reality itself is cracking, shadows of the past creeping into the present. As Ash embarks on his journey, he won’t just fight for the world—he’ll fight for existence itself.

Fairy tales lie. They say heroes stumble into magic, awaken cheat powers, earn harem loyalty by breathing — and ascend. No pain. No cost. Just a system. SSS-ranked skills. Infinite mana. Some get hit by Truck-kun and wake up as Overlords. In their old worlds? Nobodies. Nerds. Doormats. Here? Instant legends. Because effort is optional when fate kisses your butt. His classmates? Yeah, they got it all. Powers. Titles. Stats. Gods bowing to their potential. But Adam? Adam got something else. Not glory. Not guidance. Not even a dammit tutorial. Just rust. Wounds. Hunger. And a world that greeted him with silence — and teeth. No system. No chosen path. Only the will to crawl forward while everything around him breaks. In this cold dark universe, gods may rule — but monsters survive. And Adam? Adam will survive it all. Through the Distant Universe.

The world ended in fire, tsunamis, and endless catastrophe. Just when humanity faced total annihilation, the last survivors were forcibly transported to isolated islands—each left alone, with nothing but a broken hut and a cryptic system demanding their survival. Lena, cunning, ruthless, and unyielding, refuses to be controlled. She will carve her own path, build her own strength, and rise higher than anyone expects. But she soon realizes this world is far from empty. Something stirs beneath the surface. Something watches from the shadows. He is powerful. Intelligent. Dangerous. And unlike anything—or anyone—she has ever encountered. He doesn’t belong to the shattered world she left behind. He doesn’t belong to humanity at all. Their meeting is inevitable. Their fates tangled in ways neither of them understands. But on an island where the system decides who survives and who perishes, some threats don’t come with claws and teeth. Some are far more seductive. And far deadlier.

Faced with a certain death, Kyle has no other choice but to gamble. He was warned that he could perish in the Arcane Academy, but he gritted his teeth and took the risk... and because of his decision, he unveiled many secrets about this mysterious world, discovered many mystical practices, touched upon forbidden relics that would change his life, and gained the enmity of powerful existences. Thankfully, he didn't transmigrate alone. The Divine Extraction System was with him as he treaded his chosen Arcane Path… *** 14-17 chapters per week. Early chapters are now being edited for quality purposes. Please bear with me.

"Better to have and not need than to need and not have." Sky Ishiyama is a nerd with Photographic Memory who after the bumps and turns in his life, turned to be a Doomsday Prepper. The story takes place in our world where our MC was diving through the Dark Web just for fun and discovered something that could only be found in books, movies, novels, manga, anime, or games. Zombies, Walkers, Freaks, Infected, Biters, or whatever you may call them. They're fucking real. Ever wondered what you could do in a zombie apocalypse where you actually know what you're doing? Actually surviving properly while preventing stupid deaths? Doing what is right and necessary? Or better yet, actually doing what you shout in the monitor when you're watching a film? Our MC is coupled with the knowledge of not just fighting z's but actually surviving by securing his home, finding allies, scavenging for supplies, building a community and so much more. If you could, kindly like the tags I've put up and it would be huge, huge help for me, thanks in advance! Also, a comment, a review, or even a vote of a single power stone would help me out a lot! Thanks again! Disclaimer: All of the names and places mentioned in this novel are fictional and any relation to people IRL is purely coincidental. Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/3JstDAV (It's just something I created for fun and random chatting with people that want to discuss more about zombie things and other random stuff. It's created on 16/07/20 so it's fairly new and nothing much is in there lol Anyway, everyone is free to drop by and spend a few minutes to pass the time.) My Discord: Sky2316#9623

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]

[When a Veteran Gamer Becomes the Game's Villain, Can the World Still Be Saved?] [Villain + Light-hearted Fun + Semi-invincible + MMORPG = Ultimate Enjoyment!] After completing his seventeenth game order in an all-night session, Victor unexpectedly finds himself reborn into a game world he knows like the back of his hand—as its infamous villain, no less. In the original storyline, he was destined to face the hostility of the entire world alone: - The proud female Valkyrie leader (his fiancée) longs to take his life - An all-powerful female heiress dreams of burying him alive - The Grand Duke wants to tear him to pieces - Even the stray dogs on the street bare their teeth at him Now, this "villain" possesses a player's cool-headed mindset and comprehensive knowledge of the game world. Faced with a predetermined death sentence and countless players coveting his experience points, how will Viktor use his profound understanding of the game and his calm, rational mind to turn the tables? Can he establish an unbeatable position in this world? When a player who has mastered the game's mechanics becomes the villain within the game, what kind of sparks will fly? In this marvelous journey filled with strategy, humor, and unexpected twists: - Every level-up could be a life-or-death decision - The line between villain and hero blurs under Viktor's careful calculations - What kind of chemical reaction will occur when game skills collide with real-world magic? - Will Viktor's gaming skills and his newly formed alliance with the evil god be enough to change the tide? Are you ready? Step into Viktor's world, where the "villain" has never been so charismatic, and the future? Well, who can say for sure?

Night City gives me no easy passes in life. Broke, hungry, and two bills away from sleeping in the back of Grandpa Reggie’s junkyard Impala, I have to find ways to make ends meet. Luckily, tonight I find myself a quick tutoring gig, a hot girl requesting my help for an impending chemistry exam. Not so lucky though, that same girl goes werewolf mode on me and tries to eat my heart out! After a heated chase, I manage to escape by the skin of my teeth, an escape that left me spiraling into a fantasy world with dragons, Saber tooth tigers, and... beastly women? Thankfully, a high priestess of a female exclusive sect takes interest in me before I become dog food. To make matters more interesting, she calls me a prophecy, and my job is to not only defeat the Goblin King’s army, but to put an end to an evil island threatening to drag their beastkin village, and their entire world, into darkness. With the help of my baby dragon, a zany leopardkin girl, and my now awakened demi-god powers, I will build my strength, one dungeon at a time. -- What you’ll find: slow-burn harem with dungeon raiding and a weak to strong MC. Plus, a baby dragon!

Cassius Crimson, the founder of the Crimson family, one of The Great Three vampire powers, has been awakened from his slumber after 500 years. By whom? A mere boy! The future of the once great Crimson family has declined. Seeking power and guidance, Vesper-the young Crimson lord turned to his ancestors for help, never did he imagine that he would manage to wake the actual founder. As Cassius adjusts to life in a futuristic 21st century, he’s aided by his loyal retainer Estefan. Tackling daily campus life, an insecure apprentice, revenge on his family's honour, he experiences all sorts of new occurrences as humans have evolved into more than just food. All while Cassius battles the urge to sink his teeth into the most delicious human he has ever smelt. This lust for blood turns into an irresistible passionate romance. A Tale of sensual vampire love unravels as he discovers new feelings that were hidden eons ago

"When the lowliest Omega barista sinks his teeth into the Alpha Queen's gland, our love becomes the weapon that shatters the world." As the most oppressed Omega, he'd never tasted "being loved"—until his feral claws tore through shackles that night, locking with the Arctic blaze in his sovereign's eyes. She who reigned supreme over the Alpha hierarchy defied the Covenant for him, her glacial armor dissolving where their skin met. Now their fated marks blaze in clasped palms while her frostblade severs the Blackthorn Council's lies, this lawless passion upending a thousand years of hierarchy far beyond mere escape. As the crimson moon rises, the world roars its ultimatum: "Perish together, or rewrite existence as one."

Yu Taeyun thought he will have it easy tackling the yandere protagonists after spending years in the villain department playing all kinds of twisted villains. Seeing the employees in yandere department freaking after travelling into only one world, a word came into his mind " over-dramatic ". Taeyun: " Yandere can't be that bad , can they ?. I mean , I have played most twisted kind of villains . The villains are the word. His friend laughed mockingly. Friend: " You haven't face a real yandere . Wait until you face one . You will definitely pee your pants." Taeyun: " As if that is ever going to happen." Taeyun scoffed off . Later that day , he transferred to the yandere department and was forced to transmigrate into various worlds filled with yandere's . Experiencing the atrocious and outrageous acts by the hands of Yandere , Taeyun kowtowed and said , " I was wrong. Please someone take me away from here ". ML (holding chains made of gold) : " Baby are you trying to run away ? " The smile didn't meet his eyes and Taeyun was scared for his life . Taeyun: " Ofcourse not . How can be that possible. I will never leave you ". Taeyun said gritting his teeth tightly. ML : " Good. You remember my teachings well . Three things you should never think about, can you repeat what are they ? " Taeyun (with sweety forehead) : First, never think about another man. Second, never think about abandoning you. Third, never think about escaping you . ML : " Good boy " Finally , after hopping multiple worlds , Taeyun completed his mission and returned but with an extremely possessive, scary and 'YANDERE' wife . #gongmc #gongprotagonist #topmc #topproatgonist #yandereml #sememc #semeprotagonist #shouml #ukeml #bottomml #obsessivelove #abusivelove #toxiclove

[Ding! You have successfully summoned Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin to be your slave, he is awaiting orders!] [Ding! Random draw: Toothpick (FF- Tier) Use it to pick at your teeth!] [Ding! Random draw: Dragon c*ck (A Tier) Tug it once to fire a dragon beam from the tip!] Bruce has been reincarnated and has obtained a very powerful summoning system, except that he has very bad luck. Follow Bruce's adventures as he tries to navigate through the world with his bad luck. story will be 50% random bullshit so dont expect a good story/good writing. this is just for fun, some brainrot to refresh your mind enjoy

A human exile on the run, trying to survive a world no longer suited for mankind. Centuries after the fall, society struggles to endure; evading the claws of bestial humanoids hunting humanity to the brink of extinction. Adonis is the victim of a civilization unwilling to change; unyielding to the cruelty of his peers; yet, he holds his head high and fights on. Facing trial after trial, the young man comes to discover that the world he walks was never what it seemed. The apocalypse was conceived by war, a world plagued by pollution and carnage- beastmen crawled forth to enforce mother nature's retribution. Our own actions costed us, even 600 years after the awakening. Was this truly what we deserved? Ado: a man with a secret he'd die to hide, travails his way through the deadlands with nothing but rage and fear in his heart. The exile escaped death, surviving the wilds by the skin of his teeth, only to fall into the waiting maw of a beastman that was unlike anything he'd been led to believe. Man and Beast were not as different as it seemed; bonding over mutual enmity to somehow, find faith in having a better future once again.

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

The battlefield was alive with echoes—phantom blades clashing, spectral shields forming in the air. Kai gritted his teeth as his Resonance Construct flickered, his emotions unsteady. The shadow at his feet rippled, whispering to him, urging him to let go. To surrender. His Psyche Alchemy burned hot, anger twisting into raw energy, but if he pushed too far, his soul’s frequency would spiral into chaos. Across from him, Sienna’s melody rang through the air, her Soul Chords weaving a defensive harmony that pulsed against his attacks. He had to stabilize. Had to match her rhythm before the Shade consumed him whole.

A world with magic, mythical creatures, mystical herbs, labyrinths, and treasures. A world where the strongest adventurers get to be the ones to enjoy fame and riches. A world where various rankings decide your worth. This is the world where Shye Crowley and his sister were born. As the children of two fairly known diamond-ranked adventurers, Shye and his sister, Maia, enjoyed a prosperous lifestyle. Unfortunately, after departing for a mithril-ranked quest in hopes of ranking up, their parents couldn’t return. Years passed and life went downhill fast for the siblings. Fortunately, a fateful encounter bestows him a system that could change their fate.

This is my first time doing this so I do want to say sorry for my grammar, spell, etc. I wasn’t very good at the English subject in school even tho it the only language I know. But when I say that I can put my story here I jump to it. Finally I want to say thank you for taking an interest in my story and deal with me as an author. A world of vampires and hunters get their power though the names they were given by the family leaders. We followed a special vampire name Tyler. Detail about Tyler: his hair swoops down covering his right eye with red hair lining with the swoop but a centimeter from the edge. A mole under his left eye. Left vamp teeth is always showing even when bloodlust mood off. Always have some type of long sleeve or jacket, Jean pants, and high top shoes. He wear a necklace with small dragger knife held by the handle. This story was from a short comic I made back in high school when I was deeply into drawing. I love this idea for my story that I keep it for about 5 to 6 year ago.

"They… are coming," the stranger said, his fear palpable. But it wasn’t the fear of dying—it was the fear of me dying. "GET... out of here! They will kill you! Everything you know will be defiled if you encounter them. My kind is... merciless to humans." What was he saying? I was confused. "I don’t understand what you mean, sir. What are you saying?" I asked, my curiosity growing, as if my life depended on it. "I don’t have much time," he murmured weakly. "You have a brave heart... What you knew before will be different now. I hope this works..." The stranger smiled at me, though it was faint and filled with pain. "Your destiny now is to find her and protect her. Come closer... I want to change your fate, the one you’ve always desired. Come closer," he said, his words barely coherent as the sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. His skin began to fade—this wasn’t something that happens to a normal human. Who was this man? He looked at me one last time, then dragged my head closer to his mouth, revealing his teeth. Wait... is that... is that......?! **** In the era of power struggle between gods and demons. When the vampires were seen to be the next strongest species after them. 7 daughters of the vampire god, 7 protectors of these girls who possess different keys to power and evolution. Thing takes a sharp turn when a human is being dragged into the whole realm of war and madness, human at first but in the nearest future, becomes someone who shouldn't be tapered with. Imagine a novice who would become the master of all game and trade...

Senior Brother Lin, Senior Sister Liu is summoning you for dual cultivation yet again." Lin Fengmian felt tears welling up. Couldn't they give him just one day's respite? Since joining the Hehuan Sect, he'd been tilling the mountain soil day in and day out, working from dawn till dusk without rest. Not only was his cultivation not advancing by leaps and bounds, but his physical condition was deteriorating with each passing day. "This sect is truly unbearable!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "If I stay any longer, those soul-sucking demonesses will drain me dry before the next moon cycle!