Bleach Drip

In the kingdom of Valnaria, where humans and werewolves coexist, a fragile peace is threatened. A young hybrid finds himself at the center of a deadly struggle for power, where allegiances are tested and secrets are revealed. Standing shrouded in complete darkness, a lone figure stood, blood dripping from his already shredded clothes . His eyes looked different, something felt wrong and even the air around him began to ripple . Piercing red eyes looked at the sight Infront of him , the room slowly dropping in temperature. A low husky voice filtered through the shadows "I will show you the true meaning of fear."

Irena looked at her, then glanced down at the cake that had accidentally spilled onto her shoes. "You know how costly it is?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice. Erin shook her head fearfully, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'll clean it." Irena grinned, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Clean it, you say?" She raised her foot, gesturing for Erin to clean the mess. Erin used her hands to wipe away the cake, still crying. "I'm sorry..." Suddenly, Irena kicked her with the same foot. "Don't touch my feet with those filthy hands," Irena spat. Erin was shaking, but she nodded obediently. "Lick it." Irena's voice was icy. "I said, lick it." Erin hesitated for a moment before nodding and continuing to lick Irena's feet, humiliated in front of the entire crowd. "Remember, never enter a ball again," Irena sneered. ERIN, SHE'S AN OUTCAST PRINCESS. BUT ONE DAY AFTER MEETING PRINC ARTHUR, SHE DECIDES TO SUBMIT HER LIFE TO HIM. BUT FOR THAT SHE HAD TO LEARN, HOW TO FIGHT, AND TAKE OVER THE DUKEDOM. HER BIGGEST OBSTACLE IS IRENA HER ADOPTED SISTER AND DUKE EDWARD HER BIRTH FATHER. WILL SHE EARN HER FATHER'S LOVE? OR SHE WILL KILL HIM HERSELF? WHAT DOES FATE UNFOLDS FOR IRENA, A PEASANT GIRL? JUST WHO GAVE HER THIS COURAGE? //WATCH THE DRAMA UNFOLDS// #DARKROMANCE #FANTASY //T/N// COVER ISN'T OWNED BY ME

After being rejected by her fiance at her wedding alter. Mariana was forced to accept her reality but not rather to let the day end without her getting married. so she rush out to find any random, good looking man to marry her. Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."  "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood once more.

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an heart disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse.

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~

Ichigo Kurosaki is abandoned by everyone after sacrificing his powers and leaves everything behind friends, family, Shinigami. To start a new life but finds out that the afterlife is not the only supernatural in the world... This happens after saving his sister from the hell incident there will be lemon/sex curse words blood and gore and so much more AND THERE WILL BE GENDERBEND

Genre: Romance | Drama | Fashion | Contemporary Synopsis: Nalani Amara Colette Pablo is an ambitious third-year fashion student with dreams as big as her personality. Standing at 4'9", her presence dominates the room not through stature but sheer determination and charm. Her world revolves around creating designs that redefine beauty, but things take a turn when a chance encounter with Elijah—the "prince" of the fashion world—brings unexpected twists to her carefully crafted plans. Elijah is everything Nalani despises: confident to a fault, frustratingly attractive, and dripping with privilege. But beneath the surface lies a man dealing with shadows of his own. Thrust together by circumstance and rivalry, their journey is fraught with misunderstandings, awkward hospital visits, and the fiery passion of two people who challenge each other to become better versions of themselves. With the cutthroat world of fashion as their battleground, will these two opposites find common ground? Or will they be torn apart by the pressures of ambition, betrayal, and the desire for perfection? Follow their journey through heartbreak, personal growth, and a realization that sometimes, the perfect dress isn't what you wear—it’s who you choose to wear it for. ---------------------------------- Uploading Schedule: Patreon: Three chapters weekly (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). Webnovel: Two chapters weekly (Tuesdays, Saturdays). Royal Road: Two chapters weekly (Thursday and Sunday). ---------------------------------- Support the Novel: Golden Tickets (Webnovel): Your votes help the story gain visibility! If you're enjoying A Perfect Dress, consider voting with golden tickets. It’s the best way to show your support. Comments and Reviews: Engage with the story through your thoughts and feedback; it keeps the creativity flowing!

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

Feel the terror of becoming prey. Witness how easily we turn into predators. ––– “P-Please! Please spare me!” The man was trembling, eyes wide and full of terror, his voice barely more than a strangled whisper. Blood dripped from Luka’s hands, pooling at his feet, but none of it was his. Not a scratch marked his skin—only the crimson stains of the lives he had already taken. He crouched low, bringing himself face-to-face with the man. “I’ll make it quick.” The man sobbed harder at this statement, his hands clenching uselessly at the dirt beneath him as if begging the ground itself for mercy. Luka didn’t flinch. He didn’t waver. Mercy wasn’t part of the game. Behind him, shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering promises of power, of more blood to spill. They clung to him like old friends, feeding on his resolve, urging him forward. He didn’t need their encouragement—this was what he had become. A knight once sworn to protect. A man once burdened by weakness. But here, in this world where survival ruled and hesitation meant death, Luka was something else entirely. _____ Please do give the first chapter a read before deciding if it's worth your time or not ;)

Han Ye crossed into the world of a fantasy cultivation epoch, transmigrating into a tenant farmer in Langlang Village. Believing he was doomed to live his life in toil and hardship, he accidentally awakened a destiny called "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once". "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once": Not unlike how constant dripping wears away a stone, or how hard frost forms at three feet not overnight, it allows one to accumulate the attributes of others. Remaining quiet until the moment you choose to release it, one can then shock everyone with their power. In Langlang Village, he worked alongside farmers, and secretly listened to lectures in private schools. "Strength of an Ox +1" "Slightly Versed in Literature and Ink +1" In the Sect's Grand Competition, disciples compete and are selected through observation. "Fire Spiritual Root +1" "Sword Heart Clarity +1" With such assistance, hope ignited within Han Ye. He steadily developed, diligently accumulated attributes and improved his strength to allow himself to transform, growing stronger in silence. That year, the gears of fate began to turn. No one expected that the tranquil world of immortal cultivators, which had remained peaceful for ten thousand years, would begin to descend into chaos! As the Heavens collapsed, the great powers emerged; immortals descended, sparking a war between the righteous and the demonic. No one could have imagined that a humble tenant farmer from those years past could rise to become Han the Respected One, feared by the world.

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

**unedited version-I will release the edited one soon** y/n erased her own memory in an attempt to leave behind her tumultuous past and start anew. All she could recall was a brief but intense fling with Tom Riddle, where shadows danced and dark arts whispered temptations at midnight. Leaving behind Evergreen, her heart shattered and the weight of her dark history, she stepped into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, where hope flickered like candlelight. It wasn't long before she crossed paths with Draco Malfoy, the embodiment of danger wrapped in charm. Their fiery confrontations crackled with tension, each argument laced with unspoken desire. What started as battles of wits and sharp words quickly ignited into a passionate affair. Stolen glances turned into heated touches in dimly lit corridors, where secrets intertwined with secrets, and lies dripped like honey from their lips. Each encounter burned brighter than the last, a whirlwind of thrilling passion and unyielding attraction that left them breathless and wanting more. As they danced on the edge of chaos, y/n realized that love might just be the most dangerous magic of all.

A 213 year old vampire falls in love with a human hes moraly grey, shrouded in mystery dripping with allure shes board of the same old routine looking to spice things up

"Baby stay here ok? Mommy will be right back" I whispered to my 3 months old son, as i tried to hid him under the shady part of the willow tree. I made sure that not a single raindrop would dripped on him. "That's the subject" I heard the shout of one of the guards chasing me. "Catch her, don't let her get away" shout another. I immediately wrapped the thick cloth I was holding and acted as if I was holding my child. "Hurry, they are escaping" "Make sure nothing bad will happen to the child" 'I'm sorry baby, mommy will be back, wait for me ok' i pleaded in my mind as my tears kept dripping down my cheek. The pouring rain accompanied my dripping tears Its almost dawn, I need to be fast, my baby will be waiting for me. Unfortunately, they were able to caught up with me too, and I'm only inches away from the cliff. They violently pulled the wrapped cloth away from me. I fought with them but was immediately pushed by one of the guards causing me to fall into the cliff. 'I'm sorry baby, mommy lied' 'Live, you must live' ______________ This story contains kidnapping, for readers who are sensitive, you may skip this story.

An anime fan ends up reincarnated in the world of Bleach. While he hopes that a system or something like any other isekai will appear to help him, he will have to discover his own abilities for himself and decide what to do with his powers.

As zarvex lumbered after the foolish human that dared enter his forest blood was dripping from his jaws, the hunger rattling his chest, he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into his meal.Zarvex lunged forward as the dying human let out one last scream then silence soon after the sound of tearing and flesh and swallowing could be heard. he would never let others touch what he considered his, and he would never let anyone touch her. Will have a male yandere be warned

On the night Wen Zhiyao decided to give herself entirely to her fiancé, she discovered she'd been cheated on. She turned to the famously eminent playboy of Jiangnan City, Jiang She. She thought it was just a tacit trade amongst adults. He helped her humiliate the scum of a man and slap the hypocrisy right off the green tea bitches face. She willingly became his secret lover, a relationship she didn't dare make public. When he announced his engagement, she tactfully retreated. However, he relentlessly pursued her. The eyes that once drowned her in affection were now suppressed with rage, sweeping her into their storm once again. "You want to leave after using me?"

Beneath the veneer of civilization lies a grotesque and twisted reality, with eerie whispers haunting the stillness of the night. The day the fog rolled in from the sea was the day the world became a solitary island. At first, he thought he’d simply been reincarnated into a backward era. Tragic, but manageable. After all, he was devilishly handsome, his charisma practically dripping from every pore. Life seemed tolerable—until one day, his kindly old father leaned in close and whispered the truth about the world into his ear. “What? Those gods worshipped by the church are real?” “What? Our family is heretical scum? If they catch us, we’ll be strung up and burned at the stake?” He felt his world spin as he stammered, “Can I just disown all of you right now?” His kindly father’s hand drifted to the leather belt at his waist, his smile growing ever more benevolent.

two main male characters: Claude, a modern-day witch, and Eden, a Nephilim. Even though they are completely different from one another, they are ultimately just the two sides of the same coin. Hundreds of years have passed since the war ended between the Nephilims and the humans. Eden, being the last of his race, had received punishment from the Archangels for their transgressions. Therefore, he had been doing nothing but obediently carry out his punishment, since what else could he do with his inescapable fate? Until ... PACK! Eden turned to see an unfamiliar man against the window, squinting at him. His ivory hair was dripping wet, well actually he was drenched from head to toe as if he went for a swim and forgot to bring a spare change of clothes which made his current clothes stick to his body and outlining his muscles. His pinkish eyes squinted hard at Eden for a few seconds before recognition sets in. "YOU!" He pushed himself off the window and went towards the entrance all while Eden was trying to place the crazy human in his head and the next thing he knew the man grabbed hold of his arm, ignoring some humans in uniform telling him off for getting the floors wet and dragged him out of the place. ────୨ৎ──── please dont judge the cover ;; its made from canva. socials: @aresclothovt at twitter! NOTE: im the original author of this work. my previous account was binded with just a twitter account that i dont think it's secure enough so i made a new account.

A maid walked on the grassland. She carried a child wrapped in a bloody cloth between her arms. Blood dripped from her back as her life slowly left her body. After reaching a small and isolated town, she met with a woman, and the maid pleaded with her dying breath. "Please take this child in. Her name is... Tatyana." After taking the baby from the maid's arms, the woman decides to bring Tatyana up in a household full of love, unaware that Tatyana's fate is bound to be tragic for her and those around her. Follow Tatyana on a journey through a ruthless cultivation world, where her very sanity will be challenged. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub Uploading also on Wattpad Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own Uploading also on RoyalRoad. Discord: discord.gg/RsEAYd6Xak

That night, Her dream was going to get fulfilled. She was about to recieve the Best Actress Award but... Her car crashed on the way, the satin gown wrapped around her body became red. Blood was dripping from her head to all the way down to her body and everything blurred around her... She woke up but she was not her anymore. She looked around but saw nothing but unfamiliarity. The door of the room opened and a man with his tall legs walked in . As he walked towards the bed she was lying down , his pierced gaze from the dark blue eyes fell upon her as he spoke with a straight face, “Hi, Miss Fianceê.” _______________ Yan Shu,one of the best actresses of Country A actually entered the industry to fulfill her mother's last wish. After eight years when she was about to achieve it and finally get her freedom her life turned to a new page. Her body became a living corpse overnight where her soul took over a girl's body, Su Mo Jiaran. With the new identity, she aspired for the freedom she couldn't get in her previous life but realized it was also impossible with the new her since she's already tied with the President Si Junyan. After much ups and downs, when love starts to bloom between them, her body starts to recover. Will her soul be back to her previous body? Will he love her after knowing her real identity? PS : Cover is taken from pinterest. Credits to the rightful owner.

Renn was an accomplished musician with a promising career, returning home from a trip to the other side of his country. The following morning, he received a call from a friend that started a tragic series of events, culminating in an early meeting with Truck-kun. He felt every detail of his death, and had already accepted his fate, before realizing things weren't as simple as they seemed when he woke up in a different body in a place he wasn't familiar with, or so he thought. Alone in a new world, he endeavored to understand his situation, and soon noticed a few details that pointed him to a shocking conclusion...

Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me. I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights. Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world. But I will never let him. Not after killing my entire family. Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision. I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me. I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. I will avenge my father. My family. From this day forward, they have declared war. And war they shall have. *** Cover Image from Google

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

Emma’s life takes a dark turn as she is forced into marrying a man she barely knows. The man who is not only twice her age but also the father of her ex-boyfriend. She realizes that her fate is now inextricably tied to his, and there is no way out of this unwanted marriage. And within a day her life changes forever as she is whisked into a flash marriage with her billionaire father-in-law who has vowed to make her life a living hell. ****** “Just sign the paper, or are you too eager to lose a finger?” I was terrified, but I knew that giving in was not an option. And giving in to his demands would only lead to more pain and suffering. Both were saying there will only be one person who will end up suffering, and it would be me.  “Ahhhh...” I screamed in pain as I felt the knife poke my index finger. The blood dripped slowly onto the table, making more tears stream down my face. And I give up, knowing that my only chance of survival was to comply with his demands.  “Stop. I will marry you.” I cried out, feeling defeated and broken, and within moments, the maniacal look in his eyes turned to that of triumph. He had won. “Good choice.” The stranger’s eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he smiled triumphantly, knowing he had finally broken me. He handed me a pen. I felt a part of me that wanted to scream, to claw my way out, but I was crushed under the weight of inevitability. I had no choice but to surrender. I signed the marriage certificate, barely aware of the consequences as my hand moved on its own.      

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

This is my First time writing. The story is based on an OC who would have traversed over in classic fanfic fashion. The OC is born a few centuries before the start of the main story. I might put in a few AU elements into the story so prewarning of that. No Harem.

1,000 Years Ago... The Earth was shaken and evolved into a much more dangerous Place. The Earth got larger by twice its size, but the Portals suddenly appeared in front of the Human Being that reduced their Population to 40% left, but hope was almost lost. They have been granted one more time to survive, a System was brought to everyone that they can use to evolve and get stronger. A Hero suddenly came upon them that slaughtered all of the Monsters that came out of the Portal. She was then given the title, "The Primordial Goddess of Death". She was given that title as no one knew her face or name, the only thing that they remember about her is her Dazzling Black hair that was dancing through the wind as she kills all the monsters, while her Scythe was dripping with Blood. 1,000 years have passed since, and new Heroes were born because of the Prestigious School that helps students to become Aspiring Hero just like "The Primordial Goddess of Death". "Ahhh... I'm bored as hell, should I go into one of my Academies and be a teacher?" A.N Sorry for the inconvenience, I might actually add Romance to the story, but that would probably in the middle part of the Story. Cover Art is not mine, if the artist want me to remove it he/she can message me.