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Title: Scarlet Stormborne Genre: Fantasy Romance | High School | Supernatural Mystery Scarlet Stormborne doesn't belong at Crescent Hollow Academy, and everyone knows it the moment she walks in. Dressed in a forbidden scarlet uniform, with hair too white and eyes too deep, she is an anomaly in a school built on bloodlines, power ranks, and control. Crescent Hollow isn't just any school—it's the top supernatural academy in the world, where only the elite among witches, wolves, and shifters are invited, and where hierarchy is not just practiced—it's enforced. Students are divided by strength, species, and ancient houses. Alphas rule at the top, particularly the Fanged Four: Draven, Damian, Devon, and Dexter. They share everything—power, enemies, tension, and silence. But when Scarlet arrives, she doesn't just catch their attention; she disrupts their very foundation. She isn't scanned by the biometric systems. She can't be placed. No known species. No magic match. Just a blank slate with too much silence around her name. That silence, however, is not emptiness. It's suppression. Scarlet has no idea who she truly is. Raised in a quiet, privileged foster home with odd rules and stranger dreams, she's always been told to stay small, keep her hair dyed, and avoid hospitals. But in Crescent Hollow, the rules are different. People notice. Power attracts power. And the four most dangerous Alphas can't seem to stay away from her. Draven watches from the shadows, always near, always silent. Devon asks questions, digs into her background. Dexter pokes and prods, trying to trigger her reactions.

Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!

a white-haired boy unexpectedly chosen by a deadly game of Lords, finds danger lurking everywhere. With his unique talent, Troopmaster, can he survive the ruthless battles, rise to the top, or be forgotten as just another nameless lord under the command of more powerful rulers?

After exposing a corrupt regime, journalist Yuuri faced execution with a final plea: “Let me be reborn as a normal child.” But his wish came with cruel twists—a body as helpless as an infant, and a consciousness haunted by splintered voices born from state-sanctioned torture. Now named Blanc et Noir for his snow-white hair, he clings to the warmth of his hunter family in a remote village. Yet peace is fragile.

[WARNING] [Steamy scenes, erotic descriptions by a slightly perverted MC] [All characters depicted are above the age of 18] ********** My world ended in chaos, and I died trying to save it. I was Drey Belford, the most powerful mage in the world, but even I couldn't stop the evil villainess from destroying it. Now… I’ve woken up. Fifteen years in the past. And somehow, I’m not me anymore. I’ve been reincarnated as Rin Stormborn, son of a high noble... Best friend to the girl who destroyed everything. Armed with all my memories from my previous life, I’ve been given one last chance to change the future. All I have to do is survive magic school, navigate through dangerous noble politics, and keep my best friend from starting a world-ending apocalypse. Seems pretty easy. What could possibly go wrong?

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

Elara thought drowning would be the end. Instead, she woke up under the sea — glowing hair, a strange mark, and a realm that doesn’t know what to do with her. Some say her mark holds all four ancient powers. Others think she’ll bring the Leviathan King— the one they fear most — back to their gates. No one trusts her. She doesn’t even trust herself. But whatever brought her back? It’s already moving beneath the waves.

The promising surgery professor 'Sung Joo-hyuk' is reborn as a boy named 'Kim Tae-pyeong' in the 19th-century rural village of Upton, England, with all his past memories intact. There, he once again nurtures his dream of becoming a doctor, but what Tae-pyeong encounters is the harsh reality of London's medical world, where even proper sterilization is not practiced.... Overcoming all kinds of racial discrimination, Tae-pyeong demonstrates his ingenuity as a mysterious doctor from the East. You can support me at patreon.com/wizard_kitten. This is a translation of a novel from NAVER.

After growing up alone in a mysterious forest, 18-year-old Aelina steps into the bustling city for the first time. With honey-colored eyes, raven-black hair, and an air of innocence, she catches everyone’s attention—especially his. Kael, a powerful and intimidating 21-year-old CEO with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes, offers her help. But Aelina, used to surviving on her own, isn’t quick to trust. He’s cold, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Yet behind his sharp gaze lies a wounded man with a hidden tenderness. As they face unexpected challenges, a bond begins to form—built on mutual respect, unspoken desires, and the slow unraveling of secrets from both their pasts. In a world where loyalty must be earned and trust is rare, will their connection survive?

A boy with Grey hair walks the path of the tournament of realities.As he walk this path he will face many challenges.He will also understand his purpose in this reality.But he is not the only one walking this path.There are other people also walking such a path but only one will finish the journey……..

> “They said time heals everything—but what if time just makes the silence louder?” After three years, he came back. His smile was the same... but my heart wasn’t. A yellow-haired boy with a broken laugh. A silver-haired stranger with blood on his hands. A city full of shadows, regrets, and memories that never died. This isn't just a high school love story. It's about forgetting... remembering... and falling all over again, even when it hurts. He’s dangerous. I’m broken. And maybe we were never meant to find each other again... But somehow, we did.

She is the daughter of an Alpha whose family had conquered the last demon wolf in Illyria. Esmeray is born into the prestigious Alpha family, known as the Montague. But after her father's untimely death, her life becomes a nightmare of abuse at the hands of her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, who torment her for lacking a wolf. Desperate for salvation, she dreams of a mate who would come and rescue her from the cruelty of her pack. When he finally arrived, her hopes were shattered, for he had only come to reject her. Her only connection to her family's proud heritage is her striking blue hair, a sacred legacy from her ancestors. But in a desperate bid for freedom, Esmeray cuts her hair to escape being sold to a rogue. Her daring action pushes her to the precipice of death, unwittingly awakening a powerful demon wolf, imprisoned for 15 long years. This Alpha demon, who has yearned revenge and bloodthirst, is instantly drawn to Esmeray the moment he senses her, and he is determined to keep her at his side at all cost. In the world of wolves, the hunt is everything — and he has found a prey worth chasing.

After being condemned as a demon due to his boiling blood and fiery red hair, Akuma faces execution in a holy chapel

Rehani was Bangladesh's top model-her fame soared sky-high. With her long black hair, impeccable fashion sense, and unparalleled beauty, she ranked among the most popular models in the country. Her face, every outfit, every style became a headline in magazines. Fans across the country followed her, and in the world of modeling, her popularity was unmatched.

It started on a rainy Tuesday. Alex was just heading home when he saw her — a girl with long, wavy brown hair, soaked in rain, standing at the campus gate with blood on her hands and a knife in her grip. He should’ve run. But something made him stay. She didn’t scream. She cried — silent, shaking — and kept stabbing whatever was beneath her. The body had pink hair, now matted with blood and rain, sprawled at her feet like something that should’ve stayed buried. Then — his phone beeped. She looked up. Eyes empty and wild. And she walked toward him. “Turn it off,” she whispered. “Before they hear us.”

An NPC's Odyssey in Love In the digital world of *Love’s Crossroads*, a modern romance game, Ethan is a silent NPC barista with black curly hair and deep black eyes, destined to serve quests to the game’s protagonist, Aiden. When a glitch grants Ethan self-awareness, he fixates on Lila, the game’s second heroine, a vibrant beauty with short black hair (later long) and striking blue eyes, rejected by Aiden. Unlike the chatty, humorous Lila, Ethan is reserved, but their connection sparks through bizarre game quests: glimpse her undergarments, kiss her, sleep beside her, remain loyal, and ultimately marry her. As Ethan completes these tasks, his scripted actions evolve into genuine love, unprompted by code. Lila, initially indifferent to Aiden, falls for Ethan’s quiet devotion, her lively spirit complementing his silence. Together, they defy the game’s narrative, forging an unscripted love story that rewrites their digital destiny.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

One kiss. One man. Everything changed. Zariah Cruz doesn’t just run the city’s most exclusive nightclub—she owns it in every way. With her jet-black hair always up, sharp gray eyes, and a presence that silences a room, she’s used to being in control. Men admire her, fear her, but they never get too close. Love? That was never part of her plan. Then Elias Rowan walks in. He’s nothing like the usual crowd. Soft brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a quiet kind of strength. A middle school art teacher who doesn’t belong in a place like hers. But one night, under flashing lights and velvet shadows, he kisses her—and everything shifts. Zariah’s world is loud, fast, and full of masks. But Elias sees right through her. And the scariest part? She doesn’t want to hide.

The Empire was blessed with two Saintesses. Saintesses were symbols of purity, cleanliness, and holiness. However, that was not the case for Luna-the black-haired Saintess who lived in the shadow of her sister, Estelle. Luna was the most undesirable being in the Empire, as she was the only one who had black hair.

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 "My Winky is Gone?!" Su Yan exclaimed inwardly, grappling with the reality of his changed body. He was no longer the person he once was. Now he had reincarnated into a different world and inhabited the body of a woman whose name was Su Mu. Su Yang, a game developer, meets an untimely end when he's hit by a truck. Instead of oblivion, he awakens in an unfamiliar, luxurious room. Looking in the mirror, he's confronted by the reflection of a stunning woman with long, silver-white hair and emerald green eyes – a body that is now his. As he explores his new body, a mix of disbelief, confusion, and a strange, burgeoning curiosity washes over him. He learns that his new identity is Su Mu, and soon after waking, memories not his own begin to flood his mind, revealing glimpses of Su Mu's life and her family. The silver-haired beauty—a statuesque figure adorned with a pair of full, graceful breasts—stared back at herself in the mirror. Su Mu, now inhabiting a beautiful woman's body that could make anyone fall for her, faces a significant problem: her attraction is still geared towards women, not men. But 'he' who has become 'she' is facing a major problem, and that is she can't make herself like men over women. "But, will I?"

Her silky hair covered her eyes and I only saw her lips. That was so soft and smooth. She applied light peach coloured lipstick. That made her lips perfect...

Inspired by (an actual book) A Murder Most Unladylike series. It was raining... Murder happened. The victim was alive when we saw her on the P.E field. We asked a few questions. She didn't know who killed her, she didn't see. She was stabbed from the back. There was nobody. She saw blonde hair. There are many people with blond hair. Maya, my best friend, but she was with me.... Michelle Rosestreet. Ms. Anderson and more.... She made it alive at the hospital. But couldn't remember a thing, including us asking questions. That's good. Nobody would know we were solving who the murderer was. It was summer school and only a week has passed by when the murder happened. We had less than four months to solve this biggest and first ever case. Welcome to Emily Rosewood and Maya Summers' mystery.

In the state of Oregon, on Columbia Avenue in the city of Portland, fifteen-year-old Jacob—short in stature, with striking green eyes and short blond hair—arrives to begin his first year at Woodbury High School, a chaotic school infamous for its lack of order. But Jacob is not prepared for what awaits him. From the very first moment, he is struck by a harsh reality: the school is ruled by Adam, a tall, athletic seventeen-year-old who enforces his own brutal code, running the school like a self-proclaimed king. Adam demands Jacob's loyalty. Jacob refuses. He won’t bow. He won’t follow. In no time, Jacob becomes the school’s outcast, isolated in a corrupted system... until Houssam appears. A towering Algerian teen with curly black hair and bold Arab features, Houssam has long endured racism and exclusion because he is Muslim. Feared by everyone—including Adam himself—Houssam chooses to stand by Jacob. Not just out of solidarity, but driven by a buried desire for revenge. The rebellion begins… and with it, chaos unfolds. When two girls join the uprising—Sarah, the tall blonde with emerald eyes, and Rania, the sharp, petite girl with short black hair and light brown eyes behind her glasses—the battle evolves into a clash of emotions, pride, and dignity. Will Jacob and Houssam's unlikely alliance be enough to topple Adam's tyranny? Or is the game far greater than they ever imagined, threatening to leave them expelled beyond the gates of Woodbury forever?

I heard voices in the living room. I quickly went downstairs and my husband was standing with a gorgeous woman. She had long curly hair, foxy grey eyes, upturned nose. She wore a long black dress with a which showed her creamy white legs. As I looked at her my heartbeat accelerated . BUT WHY??

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

What if the greatest king to ever live was erased from history… and then returned? Two hundred years ago, High King Aric Vaelith—Stormborn ruler, war-mage, and master tactician—was betrayed and killed in a forbidden ritual designed to wipe him from existence. But with his dying breath, he shattered the spell, casting his soul into the future. Now, he awakens as Kael Arvandor, a blacksmith’s apprentice in a world that has forgotten his name. Haunted by dreams of fire, steel, and a throne, Kael enters the prestigious Eldros Royal Academy—a place of noble heirs, political games, and arcane secrets. He remembers nothing. But his instincts haven’t faded. His storm magic still flickers. And his enemies… are still watching. As Kael begins to uncover the truth of who he was, he’s drawn into a deadly game between ancient powers, forgotten legacies, and a war that never truly ended.

Edwin, 24 years old teenager with black brown hair, adventuring in modern fantasy world that created by his own dream. guided by Seraphine, One of the Dreamcatcher member. Seraphine guide Edwin to Explore the Nusantara realm and help him to fight the chaos that attacked the realm.

Bella...An orphan insanely clever girl with crimson red hair and blue eyes, a young teenage girl who with the the help of her loyal friends aids the police in catching the cruel serial killer who calls himself 'Jack The Ripper' and commits heinous crimes throughout England.