Disegni Rengoku

In a world where humans and demi-humans coexist in harmony, Rengoku Muhei has lived his life in the shadow of his older brother, the revered Wolf Blood Alpha. But when an unstoppable threat arises, one that could bring his brother's reign to an end, Rengoku realizes his moment has come. To prepare for a future where he may need to assume his brother's role, he must train relentlessly, rising through the grueling ranks of the Hunter Society to unlock his hidden Lunar power. On this path, Rengoku encounters allies and adversaries alike, each shaping his journey toward the Alpha's throne. *** The sound of the blade caressing swished through the air as Rengoku tossed the cut blade into the air and letting it fall back into his palm. "Huh?... Rengo..." Taro let out a surprising gasp, he wasn't sure what he had in mind but in that split second, he realized that Rengoku had an aura of calmness surrounding him. "If only you were a lot less bloodthirsty... Tatsuya". Rengoku continued. "Really... Tell me brat, what do you intend to do with that broken blade?" Tatsuya replied. "Oh this is going right through your chest..." Ren assured as he used the blade to physically draw a imaginary line that corresponded with the scar that ran through Tatsuya's face. "Don't make me laugh... Idiot," Tatsuya sneered, a sneer that Ren found oddly disconcerting. "I wasn't trying to," Ren replied, his voice calm despite the tension. He shifted his hand away from Tatsuya’s frame, his fingers curling around the broken blade - a weapon that was now his only hope. With a calculated flick, the blade was launched skyward, its trajectory tracing a deadly arc directly above Tatsuya. A slight forward and backward movement of his wrist helped him gauge the distance, and with a burst of determination, Ren propelled the blade with all his might. "Huh?" Taro gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he watched the spectacle unfold. "You missed... Brat!" Tatsuya taunted, a sneer returning to his lips. "Are you sure about that?" Ren replied, his voice low and steady. In that split second, as the blade whistled through the air, Ren's mind raced. 'Did I miss? If it goes according to plan, I'll be able to do what he taught... Yes, I think I can pull it off now. Activate the technique and release it immediately, so I don't destroy too much unintentionally.' 'One...' he steadied himself, his fist poised like a spear, ready to strike. 'Two...' 'Three...' The clanging sound of metal against rock echoed through the night, a violent symphony of force and resistance. With his eye, Ren caught the spark caused by the collision, a brief flash that ignited his next move. He took off with great speed, the wind whistling past him as he closed the distance between him and Tatsuya. Tatsuya, saw Rengoku's approach and prepared himself for the impending attack. But he was unaware of the blade that had deflected off the boulder, hurtling straight toward his back. The blade pierced deep into his right shoulder blade, a searing pain that disoriented him and shattered his focus. As he reeled from the unexpected strike, Ren's attack was already in motion. "Tsuki Jutsu," Ren intoned, his voice low and commanding. "Akai Satsu." [Lunar Technique: Red Death]. *** WARNING: THERE WILL BE A FEW ELEMENTS IN THIS NOVEL THAT'LL BE WRITTEN IN JAPANESE, BUT NOT TO WORRY I WILL DO MY BEST WITH THE TRANSLATION. SYMPOSIUM: THIS NOVEL IS ONE FOR THE ANIME FANS AS IT IS INSPIRED BY JAPANESE ANIME WITH LOTS OF FIGHT SCENES, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND POWER STRUGGLE SURROUNDING THE MALE LEAD. YOUR SUPPORT WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. ENJOY.

a 20 year old office worker gets hit by a truck an gets a chance to reincarnate in naruto with 3 wishes join him on his journey in the dangerous world

She didn't want to live again. She didn't need to. Instead, she's alive once more, in the care of a demon. A terrible one. Growing up under him is hard, even harder when she is forced to infiltrate the place she loved in her past life and become nothing more than a rat. But how will the beauty of Kyojuro Rengoku change that? How will his kindness help pull her back into the light? To a place she can call home?

The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

What would happen if I never fought against demons? What would happen if I didn't die fighting a demon? I won't bother imagining what could be or would have been because by the end of my life I learned so many things. I learned love, hope, peace, anger, fear, shame, pride, courage, and most of all I learned how to be.... Unbreakable.

Astrid Hale lives on a mystical island filled with Mystical creatures called the Mystics. Only those who share a soul with a mystic can live on the island. Astrid was five when a tragic boating accident left her parents dead and her drowning at sea. The Guardian of the island finds her at the bottom of the ocean dying slowly and shares half of his soul with her. He takes her to the island and teaches her how to use her Guardian power to protect the mystics. The few people living on the island are Astrid's friends and also her only family.

What if instead of Giyu, Tanjiro met Sanemi? What if in the "Endless Train" arc, Rengoku became a demon? What if Douma was able to defeat Kanao and Inosuke? And many other versions of "What If".

Born to a shrine priestess mother with the power of a Tenko Kitsune, and a demonic father who happened to be the son of Leviathan, Rengoku was born into a world that was unfortunately unable to welcome him with open arms. His parents were killed by rebellious devils, and with her last bit of power, his mother managed to hide them both until they were sure not to be found. A trucker who was a werewolf, saw them and adopted the boy as the mother died with a smile, knowing her son would be safe, and burned her own body to make it seem like the rebels finished the job. Years later the boy is 16 and in highschool and training to be an exorcist, but an evil has been manifesting, and desires blood.

Tác Giả : Nguyễn Thúy Vy Đánh Giá Theo Độ Tuổi : [M] Tình Trạng : Đang Tiến Hành, Chưa Hoàn Thể Loại : Đồng Nhân Kimetsu no Yaiba, Fanfiction, Ooc, Tình Cảm Lãng Mạn, Ngôn Tình, Sắc, ABO, Bách Hợp, Sủng, Khoa Học Viễn Tưởng, Chủ Thụ, HE, Diệt Quỷ, Np, Harem, H Scenes, Nữ Cường x Nam Cường, Nữ Cường, Trọng Sinh. . . Ghép Đôi : Kochou Shinobu Harem, Tokitou Muichirou x Shinobu, Kochou Kanae x Shinobu, Kibutsuji Muzan x Shinobu, Tsugikuni Michikatsu x Shinobu, Tsugikuni Yoriichi x Shinobu, Ubuyashiki Kagaya x Shinobu, Kamado Tanjirou x Shinobu, Kamado Nezuko x Shinobu, Tsuyuri Kanao x Shinobu, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Shinobu, Kanroji Mitsuri x Shinobu, Iguro Obanai x Shinobu, Tomioka Giyuu x Shinobu, Douma x Shinobu, Akaza x Shinobu, Tokitou Yuichirou x Shinobu, Tamayo x Shinobu, Agatsuma Zenitsu x Shinobu, Rengoku Kyoujurou x Shinobu, Kaigaku x Shinobu, Daki x Shinobu, Shinazugawa Genya x Shinobu, Sabito x Shinobu, Makomo x Shinobu, Yushiro x Shinobu. . . Văn Án : - Kochou Shinobu - Là một cái Omega dung mạo xinh đẹp nhưng không kém phần quyến rũ, vì không muốn mọi người biết mình là một cái Omega nên giả làm Beta, vì cha mẹ bị giết hại bởi con quỷ khốn nạn kia mà tự hứa với lòng mình rằng sẽ không để ai giống tình cảnh như mình, nàng tốt bụng, hiền lành, nhưng không dễ bắt nạt. - Và một chuyện tình giữa một cái Omega mỹ mạo yêu kiều và nhiều cái Alpha tài năng điển trai. "Ô mon Oméga, accepterais-tu de tenir ces mains sanglantes qui sont les miennes ?" "Hỡi Omega của ta, nàng liệu có nguyện ý nắm lấy đôi bàn tay đã nhiễm đầy máu tươi này của ta không?" Lưu Ý : - Truyện này chỉ dành cho fan Shinobu, người ship AllShinobu, không dành cho anti, anti có thể đọc nhưng dừng buông lời cay đắng, chửi rủa cp có trong truyện. - Truyện không có thể loại BoyLove, vui lòng không nhắc các cp BL trong truyện. - Truyện chỉ có AllShinobu, InoAoi. - Truyện chỉ có GL, BG.

**Capitolo 1: Il Velo dell'Inganno** La luce del mattino filtrava attraverso le tende di broccato, proiettando strisce dorate sul pavimento di marmo del palazzo. La duchessa Isabella si svegliò nel suo letto ornato, il cuore pesante e la mente tumultuosa. Sapeva che quel giorno sarebbe stato come tanti altri, segnato dalla presenza opprimente del duca Vittorio. Isabella si alzò lentamente, il suo riflesso nello specchio dorato le rivelava una bellezza che il tempo non aveva ancora intaccato. Ma la corruzione che si annidava nella sua vita matrimoniale stava lasciando segni invisibili, un peso che si accumulava giorno dopo giorno. Ogni sorriso che sfoderava in pubblico era un velo di inganno, un modo per nascondere la sua crescente disperazione. Mentre si vestiva, il pensiero di chiedere il divorzio le attraversò la mente per l'ennesima volta. Ma la paura di ciò che avrebbe potuto significare la paralizzava. La sua posizione, la sua reputazione, tutto ciò che aveva costruito sarebbe andato in frantumi. Ma continuare a vivere sotto lo stesso tetto del marito, un uomo che la trattava come un oggetto, era diventato insopportabile. Dopo una rapida colazione, Isabella si preparò per il suo consueto incontro con il duca. Sapeva che avrebbe dovuto affrontare il suo sguardo gelido e i suoi commenti sarcastici. Ma oggi, sentiva una scintilla di determinazione crescere dentro di lei, un impulso a non lasciarsi sopraffare. Mentre scendeva le scale del palazzo, il rumore dei suoi passi risuonava nei corridoi vuoti, un eco della sua solitudine. La corte era già in fermento, i nobili si muovevano come ombre, ognuno intento a coltivare le proprie ambizioni. Isabella si sentiva un intrusa tra di loro, una donna imprigionata in un mondo che non le apparteneva. Entrando nella sala principale, il duca Vittorio la aspettava, seduto su un trono di legno intagliato. I suoi occhi scuri si sollevarono al suo ingresso, ma il suo volto rimase impassibile. "Ah, la mia adorata duchessa. Sei in ritardo," disse con un tono che nascondeva un velato disprezzo. "Mi scuso, mio signore," rispose Isabella, mantenendo la voce calma nonostante il tumulto dentro di lei. Ogni parola era una battaglia, e ogni giorno la costringeva a indossare una maschera sempre più pesante. La discussione si svolse come sempre, un gioco di parole e manovre. Ma oggi, Isabella sentiva che il suo spirito era in subbuglio, pronto a ribellarsi. Mentre il duca si vantava delle sue conquiste politiche, la duchessa si ritrovò a sognare un mondo diverso, un mondo in cui potesse essere libera. Quella notte, nel silenzio della sua camera, Isabella decise che non avrebbe più vissuto sotto il giogo del duca. La sua determinazione si accese come una fiamma, e da quel momento, avrebbe cominciato a tessere una rete di alleanze, a cercare coloro che, come lei, desideravano liberarsi dalle catene della tirannia. Il divorzio non sarebbe stato solo una questione personale, ma un atto di ribellione contro il regime che l'aveva intrappolata. La duchessa era pronta a lottare, a riscrivere il proprio destino e a diventare la leader che il suo popolo meritava.