Morgana Skin

Since the beginning of time the gods have caused chaos for their own amusement, a dragon skinned for it's scales, a fairy who lost her body, a beautiful woman with no more form and a king who failed to protect anyone. Cades Kirgun is an ehetrian child who longed to become a artificer. His life was perfect, and we will see that life, but one day everything changed. This is the story about the truth hidden from everyone, about a crusade against the gods, a war for what everyone believed in, a fight of the countless against the few. And a child that lost everything.

In the year 2040, a mysterious green light engulfed Earth for 48 hours, granting supernatural powers to a quarter of humanity. Now, in 2085, freelance journalist Leo Voss investigates corruption among the powered elite while hiding a painful past. But when a routine investigation puts him in the crosshairs of a powerful individual, Leo's life takes an impossible turn. A freak accident awakens something that should never have existed. As Leo struggles to control his dangerous new powers, he uncovers a terrifying truth about the light that changed humanity. The fate of not just Earth, but every world touched by that mysterious light now rests in the hands of a man who never wanted powers in the first place. And the shadows beneath his skin are growing hungry...

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.

In 2027, an island shrouded in blood-red fog emerged from the Pacific—Gehenna, a forbidden land where no one returns. Billionaire ex-soldier Gustav Fernandez, feared as the ruthless leader of a deadly militia, has a single goal: saving his dying daughter. Believing Gehenna holds the cure, Gustav assembles his family of elite soldiers to brave the horrors of the unknown. Armed with superhuman abilities from a demonic fish caught near the island, he leads his team into a realm of ancient secrets, mythical beasts, and deadly schemes. But in Gehenna, survival is a battle—and salvation comes at a cost.

Author's New Year Wish May everyone keep in health, and all wishes come true. Author's Note Reader's criticism is author's best education, and perseverance is one of characteristics for a great author. Story Outline This story is a tale of a Goddess and a mix of low sci-fi and low fantasy. First Arc(ongoing): This story would focus on the main character Morgana's first week with daily fun schedule from nine to five. During the first week from December 25th to December 31st, Morgana would strengthen empire's military power and host Red Wine Brew Contest, Music Contest, Dance Contest, and Thriller Storytelling Contest. Second Arc: This would focus on the main character Morgana's second week. During the second week from January 1st to January 7th, Morgana would host Talent Show Contest, Costume Design Contest, Unicorn Riding Contest, Car Racing Contest, Statue Carving Contest and Romance Storytelling Contest. Third Arc: This would focus on the main character Morgana's third week. During the third week from January 8th to January 16th, Morgana would host Piano Performance Contest, Poetry Writing Contest, Painting Contest, Shooting Contest, Taming Contest and Fantasy Storytelling Contest. Book Status 56 chapters 1.0 is ongoing 56 chapters 2.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 3.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 4.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 5.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 6.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 7.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 8.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 9.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 10.0 is coming soon How to contact me Allpoetry: allpoetry.com. https://allpoetry.com/Amoureax_Amant Discord: https://discord.gg/VrsdMpRD Email: AuthorAmoureaxAmant@gmail.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100079737004029&mibextid=JRoKGi X: https://x.com/AmoureaxAmant?t=fcEJdniKgOMeG768gGRa1Q&s=09

This Is A story Of Revenge This is A story Of surviaval This Is A story Of Ambition After Regret Main Character: Name: Megrie Dehiya Age: 23 (chronologically in her "new" life, biologically still 23) Sex: Female Orientation: Straight Race: Human (Moroccan-Chinese) Skin Color: White Hair Color: Golden Brown Eyes Color: Dark Yellow Body Size: 95/74/98 Height: 172 cm Personality: Gentle (initially), Smart, Righteous (initially), Benevolent (initially), Straightforward, Vengeful (growing), Cautious, Calculating.

Il y avait des centaines d'années depuis que l'humanité et leurs alliées les Sorcières avaient été forcées de se replier dans les villes forteresses après la guerre désastreuse pour éliminer les Clans Magi. Les armes nucléaires avaient brûlé les cieux, et la Grande Magie avait englouti des continents entiers sous les mers avant la fin, mais la victoire était assurée, aucun Mage n'avait survécu dans leur monde lentement en convalescence. Ou du moins le croyaient-ils. Wolfe Noxus était né dans les niveaux inférieurs d'une ville forteresse dirigée par le Convent de Morgana, élevé sous la lueur des lumières magiques, avec la magie et la technologie entrelacées dans chaque aspect de sa vie. Mais après son dix-huitième anniversaire, lorsqu'un plan pour devenir rapidement riche l'a conduit à la capacité interdite d'utiliser les pouvoirs des Magi, toute sa vie allait changer. L'héritage interdit des Magi lui appartenait. Tout ce qu'il avait à faire, c'était de vivre assez longtemps pour l'embrasser. Trouve mon discord à discord.gg/hxTpqZQtKN

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

In the gleaming city of Tevnim, where futuristic technology meets the echoes of lost kingdoms, four friends make a discovery that will alter their lives forever. Buried beneath centuries of rubble lies an ancient artifact, its dormant power humming with the secrets of a bygone era. When the friends awaken its slumbering magic, they are catapulted 150 years into the past—landing just ten years before the Great War, the conflict that will redefine the fate of magic itself. Awakening in the bodies of the Four Knights of the Elements, the friends are thrust into the troubled Kingdom of Crniu, standing on the brink of conflict. They must navigate this world as: Gigi, a brilliant artifact researcher, now inhabits the body of the enigmatic Knight, Lady Morgana Valtoris. Borton, a master sharpshooter, becomes the stoic Knight of Ice, Sir Caelan Frostfall. Devena, an innovative chemist, awakens as the fiery Knight of Flames, Lady Seraphina Ignis. Spike, a battle-hardened soldier, assumes the role of the ferocious Knight of Earth, Sir Fenir Wilborne. But all is not as it seems. The knights they’ve become are seen as cursed failures—outcasts believed to be the downfall of Crniu’s noble order. Branded with the mark of “Thou Shall Kill,” the friends are trapped in a prophecy that foretells betrayal and bloodshed, knowing they have just ten years before the war erupts. With each day that passes, they struggle to wield powers they barely comprehend and decide how far they’re willing to go to prevent the tragedy they know is coming. In a world where every choice can alter history, one question haunts them: Will they rewrite the fate of magic and become the heroes history never knew, or will they seal their new hosts' legacies as the failures that doomed an entire era?

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

Reborn into something new and in a new world, Morgana found herself with no memories about her past. She lost them when a powerful entity took pity on her and offered her the chance to be reborn in her own primitive world. A letter left by her past self told her about... well, nothing really. The old Morgana was glad when she learned that she would lose her memory due to being reborn as part of this deal. She accepted without hesitation, especially after the powerful entity explained everything in detail. “WHAT!” Morgana exclaimed, reading the letter. “We’re both BIG perverts! And what do you mean by spreading my legs and pushing out many babies?” “EXPLAIN!” Reborn with stunning silver hair, crimson eyes, and a Futa, Morgana now belonged to a new race called Breeder. Follow the journey of Morgana as she tries to survive in this primitive world, with a LOT of Breeding. … [Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including pregnancy, futanari, Incest, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.] Support: patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox Discord: https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp

Zephyr Ravencrest was born into nobility but lived as a failure—unblessed by the gods, powerless, and abandoned by fate. His life ended in blood and betrayal, yet in his final moments, he drank the blood of an unknown, ancient being. When he awoke, he had regressed three days before the Ceremony of Ascension—where noble children receive their divine gifts. But something was different this time. Shadows whispered to him, slithering beneath his skin, and a dark voice echoed in his mind. With a power unlike any seen before, Zephyr is determined to carve a new destiny for himself. No longer will he be the forgotten child of the Ravencrest family. The gods ignored him once. They will regret it.

A young mage decides to go to University where he learns about the modern world, modern people, and his role in a conspiracy that started before he was even born. Accompany Dorin, a young mage brought up alone in their mountain home who has always been an obedient son until his mom refused to let him travel to a place called 'University' to attend a so-called 'Photography Camp' he read from a flyer in one of her books. Now, filled with the thrill of adventure (and the knowledge that his mom would probably skin him alive), he embarks on a journey towards unknown lands to learn the magic of 'Photography' and all the hidden wonders in 'University' where he would find people, objects and events that go beyond his wildest imagination.

Synopsis: A rosy smell envelops me as warm sunlight bathes my skin, and I wake up with an unfamiliar smile on my face. But wait, why am I smiling? Happiness is an elusive concept I've never grasped. Confusion floods my mind as I swiftly rise from the massive bed, taking in the sight of golden edges and a mesmerizing crystal chandelier. Panic sets in as I wonder, "Where am I?" Every inch of this room, this place, is a feast for my senses. It's like nothing I've ever known. Questions consume me, pushing me to seek answers about this bewildering reality I've stumbled upon. How did I end up here? Is it all a dream, or is this a tangible escape from the emotional void that has defined my existence?

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

I miss the sound of his laughter, the way his hand fit perfectly in mine, the quiet warmth of his presence like a sunbeam on my skin. Every stolen moment, every shared secret, is a treasure I clutch fiercely, knowing that no one, no one, understands. Not Dad. Not Mom. Not even Kiara. To them, Leo is a fabrication, a phantom conjured from the depths of my imagination, a trick of the light. To them, I'm just a quiet, perhaps overly sensitive, teenager. They see the practiced smiles, the polite conversations, the desperate attempts to blend in. They don't see the gaping hole in my soul, the constant, gnawing longing for a reality that exists only for me.

A young girl called Ai met a strange man who she though was homeless. Attempting to help and give him money. 'As Ai reached her hand to place the money onto his palm, he grabbed her wrist. She was dazed for a moment before sensing danger from him. Instantly she tried to pull her arm free from him. Her wrist bruising and turning red as she tried. Her eyes drifted the the strange blackness which etched its way onto her skin. His chuckling filled the streets as she felt her body grow numb. Her vision blurry. The last thing she saw was the old man's wicked smile. That was all that was under the cloak..' Awaking her world had changed and her life grew more complicated.

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

Verayah is on her way to becoming a healer and making up for her parent’s sacrifices. She is about to marry her only best friend, Elizan. Everything is going as planned until one of the council members discovers the gold underneath her skin and labels her the Savior of the Lands, the chosen one who will free them from the dragons. Everything happens so fast and she is now caught between choosing to love her best friend or the mysterious man who decided to help her, all while figuring out how to rid their world of Dragons. Author’s Note: This is a first draft so it will most likely have common mistakes in it.

"In an era where galaxies are ruled by secrets and light, Waleed finds himself bearing a power he never chose: a Time Channel that opens a gateway to a past not his own. Through pulsating nebulae alive with energy, he encounters the spirits of history’s greatest minds, demanding the impossible: to save the cosmos from a force threatening to devour time itself. But every trial grants him a new power… and every power twists his body into something less human. Among glowing-horned Elves of crystal forests, fire-bearded Dwarves forging worlds from molten rock, and Shadow-Walkers feeding on fear, Waleed discovers the true enemy might be lurking within his own chip… Will he complete the trials before the Channel consumes him? Or will the universe crumble into dust under Queen Morgana, who seeks to transform nebulae into a weapon of cosmic annihilation? A tale where history rewrites itself… and the future is shaped by those daring enough to defy fate."

“I'd give you my soul, if that's what you want.” Eleven. Silver locks. Amethyst eyes. Shiny skin. Blood sweeter than wine. Most sought after 'good' in the Kingdom. She was everything a man would need, and also everything a man would kill to have. Whoever touched Eleven's hair would be granted good things. Whoever plucked her eyes out would get gems richer than the kingdom's currency. Whoever scrapped her skin would be getting a warm coat. Whoever tasted her blood would be granted immortality. She was a Goddess. Goddess of Life. * “I'd burn the fucking world for you, if that's what you want.” Zeiss. A rare man. Has the power of invisibility. The power to turn anything into flames. The power to end a person's life with just thoughts. The power of all wicked things a person wouldn't wish to have. The same world he promised to give her, the same world he would burn to the ground, if she wished for it. He was a God. The God of Death. When Zeiss meets the sought after Goddess of Life. He is reminded everything about his mother. Her silver locks and her eyes that shone brighter than gems and diamonds. Eleven, a woman who spoke to him like no other. A woman who made him believe he had a soul in him after he had thought he had none left. A woman who could bring him life and also be his damnation. The first and only woman he was loved by and ever loved.

The cold snow slipped through his clothes and shoes, the frostbite slowly making him numb. Xue Huan tightly hugged a single chest, until he reached a cave. He walked deeper in to the gave, finally reaching a beautiful coffin. There lay a man, with pale skin that seemed whiter than the snow storm outside, colorless lips… it was a corpse. Xue Huan finally opened the chest, inside was a glowing jade. He laid the jade on the dead man's chest, mumbling some words until warm lights swallowed the room into a blinding sight… the dead man opened his eyes. Along with the awakened dead man, Xue Huan's memories were also awakened, the now alive man was the demon lord that was killed hundreds of years ago… who was awakened by his subornate, later falling in love with the main character.

Elwin Warbringer, the cherished son of Queen Morgana in the matriarchal realm of Sunhaven, has always been adored by his powerful family. But as the only brother to four fiercely competitive sisters vying for the throne, Elwin yearns for something more than royal favoritism. Reborn into this reversed world after a tragic end in his past life, he dreams of finding a love strong enough to match his ideals. “Why is Octavia, the Hero, panting while she looks at me?” sighing Yes it’s another Gender Role Reversal Story from me. This time the setting is a magical academy. This MC isn’t afraid to try different kind’s of relationships out but is still very much a monogamist. No harem. Yandere. Some smut but mostly plot. No harem!

In a universe where seven planets revolve under the iron-fisted rule of the Human empire, Wynn, a rat-like boy is born into the bleak backwater planet of Zerith, caught in the web of fate’s cruel design. A boy with ghostly white hair and skin, Wynn was never meant to have a destiny of his own. But fate, it seems, has a different plan. When ????, a ????? from ????, is mysteriously pulled into the world of Wings Of Dawn, a novel she discovered by chance, she finds herself transmigrated into the body of?????. Her initial frustration of being trapped in a foreign world quickly turns into cold calculation. Using her knowledge of the novel, ??? intends to survive by manipulating the world around her, seeking out artifacts and allies—especially Arthur von Scit, the arrogant protagonist destined for greatness.

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?

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'

He grasped my neck firmly with his strong arms and declared, 'You're mine!' I struggled to break free, my anger rising. 'Let me go!' I demanded. But he held me close, his grip unyielding. Tears of sadness and anger filled my eyes as I whispered, 'You never truly loved me. You just manipulated me.' My voice trembled with emotion. He looked at me intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and desperation. 'I did love you, Bella,' he insisted. 'I still do.' Before I could say another word, he crashed his lips against mine. His grip was unyielding, his touch overpowering. Even though he had hurt me, my body ********************** On the night of her tenth wedding anniversary, Bella uncovers a devastating betrayal—her husband, Kelvin, has been having an affair with the ruthless and seductive Mimi Larkin. Humiliated and heartbroken, Bella's world shatters. But when a fight between them leads to both women falling into the water, something shocking happens—they switch bodies. Now trapped in her enemy’s skin, Bella wakes up in the hospital,her real body lies in a coma and she's now in Mimi's body. As Bella fights to reclaim her life,she learns more, she discovers that her marriage was built on lies and that Mimi has made many enemies. But Mimi will not give up easily. With her new face, she spreads more lies and makes things even harder for Bella. The question remains: will Bella ever get her body back—or will she be trapped in her enemy’s skin forever?

My experience with the law has driven me to write this book. Based on issues I have endeavour past and current, some of the issues mentioned in this are sad as well as happy memories that I have achieved, some are when I am at my proudest attending the University of Wolverhampton and being called a student nurse mentor As a women who could dig the stony ground with bare hand and no tools to get herself through the barbered wire, cutting deep into her skin with blood dripping from her legs, and managed to get out. walked around bare I would like to thank my daughter for being there for me when I needed her the most. Gwyneth my child.

If it's any consolation... I know that life has better points. I can remember them. And maybe one day I'll experience them again. As fleeting as they are. But right now and right here. As I sit here in my dilapidated room. I feel a lost hope. The kind of hope that kills you more than any breakup, or dramatic event can. I stare at strangers these days. Not because I want to see them, but because I'm trying to remember what it felt like when faces meant something. The mirror's become a stranger too. Sometimes I stand there, touching my cheek, wondering if skin is supposed to feel this cold.