Groot Skin Warzone

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 the vast universe teeming with planetary kingdoms, scattered colonies aligned with these realms, and enigmatic nations on select worlds, emerges Hopeful, a living tank propelled by visions of valor and an insatiable longing for love. His odyssey unfolds amidst a tapestry of interplanetary strife over vital resources and the looming specter of insurrection. Hopeful finds his fate intertwined with Lowna. Standing alone in Nova, he receives support from Higna, a kingdom built in the form of a warzone. This is the saga of his relentless pursuit to fulfill his destiny, dispel ignorance along his path, and protect nature from evil influences.

Nobody knows where they came from. Their whereabouts have even less in the way of answers and theories. Answers, and Theories. That's all they are. All they want you to know. We all believed the last of the druids went out with the last purge our queen did. Something she does to cleanse the land of magic. In her words, only she could possess it. But the druids didn't go out. Not when the vines swirl around the royal guard, thorns pricking the skin deep enough to bleed. Pirates. Pirates are a threat. The land isn't safe, but neither are the seas. Not with their self appointed queen, Lull. Not with sea monsters at her beck and call. A demigod rising to divinity, her way paved with the blood of thousands. For weeks, the rivers ran red, the valley grass stained copper-crimson. And now, the kindly queen Divina has gone mad. The woods are as dark as her soul. Watch your back.

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.

Known as "the in bird that shared it's wings"'only possess one wing. Unless a male and female pair lean on one another and act as one, they're in capable of flight. To be exact they are imperfect but for some reason their way of life struck me as essentially beautiful. _ On a plane, Antosia, a woman with moist pale skin, clashes with a suited man. She stares coldly at a creature that transforms into a human, hinting at her unusual nature. Meanwhile, at a university, Pristin and his group are celebrated as newly qualified "Parasites," about to begin training. Pristin is admired for his skills and handsome looks. Later, Pristin coldly confronts Evelyn, telling her to forget the past. Evelyn is left speechless and in tears, suggesting a painful history between them. What is the connections between these characters and the mysteries surrounding them. What kind of training awaits the Parasites? What is Antosia's secret? And what happened between Evelyn and Pristin?

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

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.

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

WY is just an ordinary office worker trapped in the monotony of daily life—endless paperwork, a nagging boss, and parents who constantly criticize her love for mobile esports. Her only escape is Infinite Warzone, an intense battle game where she truly feels alive. One night, after a hard-fought ranked match, her screen flickers, and a mysterious message appears: “Congratulations. You have been selected for the Transcenders Project.” At first, she thinks it’s a prank or a virus. But when she presses “Accept,” her reality shatters. She awakens in a strange digital world—an elite battleground where players are tested beyond human limits. The reward? Supernatural abilities in the real world. WY soon discovers that every challenge she conquers grants her a new power—enhanced reflexes, predictive vision, even bullet-time reactions—but each comes with a catch. Her skills are bound by strict conditions, forcing her to strategize and push herself further than ever before. As she rises through the ranks, she encounters other competitors—some allies, some ruthless rivals. But the deeper she dives, the more she realizes that the Transcenders Project is more than just a game. Players start vanishing. Shadows lurk behind the system. And the final challenge may demand more than just skill—it may cost her everything. Will WY master the game, unlock her full potential, and uncover the truth behind the project? Or will she become just another forgotten player in this high-stakes, digital war?

A group of high school friends in New York unknowingly enter a terrifying nightmare game controlled by ancient, god-like entities called the Archons. Each time they sleep, they wake up inside a twisted, shifting version of reality, one resembling a nightmarish video game. The horrors of this world start bleeding into real life, turning the city into a warzone between the waking and the dreaming. The only way to survive is to use clues they gather from their nightmares to stop the horrors from fully taking over the real world.

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.

Worick Chamnie never expected his mundane life to change-until the day it was stolen from him. Transported to the world of Ambitus alongside countless others, he finds himself caught in a conflict far beyond his comprehension. With no way home and a strange power lurking beneath his skin, he is forced to survive in a world teetering on the edge of war. Marked by a mysterious force and haunted by memories of his past, Worick sets out on a path of solitude, unwilling to trust but unable to ignore the growing storm around him. As he struggles against the darkness within and the forces that seek to control him, he slowly begins to form bonds with those who refuse to abandon him-even when he tries to push them away. But something ancient stirs beneath the surface of Ambitus, a power long forgotten, waiting to awaken. And when it does, Worick may no longer have a choice in the fate he must face.

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 breathing bone. That’s what the nurses called the patient lying down at the end of the hospital’s left wing. Far from the crowd and not supported by any life supporting machine. Abandoned and waiting for death. But death seems to avoid the man. Days. Weeks. Months. For eight years since the man was admitted in the hospital, he stayed lying down without any food or antibiotics… alive. With almost nothing but his organs, wrinkled skin, and bones, the man continuously breathed on top of that unchanged hospital bed that was left like that in fear that they would break the man if they tried to move him even for a bit. His curious case piqued the scientific community but no one can decipher what’s actually happening to the man’s body. Until his ninth year came. And the hospital fell from a massive earthquake. Gladly, in his ninth year, the breathing bone died.

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.

“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.

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.

Salvatore "Il Lupo" Conti, the most feared and ruthless mafia boss of 1960s Sicily, built an empire of blood and power, ruling the underworld with an iron fist. But not even his cunning and violence could fend off death. Succumbing to cancer at the age of 65, Salvatore takes his final breath, expecting the darkness of oblivion—or perhaps the fires of hell—to claim him. Instead, he awakens decades into the future, reincarnated in the body of Viktor Sokolov, a young, battered thug struggling to survive in the chaotic streets of post-Soviet Moscow. Stripped of his old identity but not his mind, memories, or instincts, Salvatore finds himself in an unfamiliar and brutal new world of corrupt officials, violent gangs, and ruthless oligarchs.