Weep Rwby

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

1453, a year that marked the end of an era With one city's fall, a shift from Medieval to Modern Constantinople, a name etched in time For a thousand years, stood strong and sublime Against foes that dreamed to take her down She persisted, unbroken, a true crown But tonight, everything changes Guns fired, women weep, men yell in ranges Praying to God for a savior's grace To rescue their city, to restore its place In history's twist, God answered their plea Sending a new emperor, the one they'd need Antonius, born of the seas To lead the Romans, a new destiny To reach another pinnacle of might And end the city's terrible plight 1453, a year that will forever divide Medieval and Modern, with a fallen city as the divide ------------------------------------------------------------------- AD1453, as the city of Constantinople prepares for its final fate, a pirate captain and crew sailed into the golden horn, history made an abrupt turn from this point onward.... Discord: https://discord.gg/fqm22ERK2C

Leng Feng looked at the woman who was crying and pleading for forgiveness. He found it laughable and, at the same time, was amused by how someone once seen as cold and aloof could now be in such a vulnerable state, easily taken advantage of. "Oh, how a lifetime of experience can transform someone from an aloof fairy to a weeping mess," Leng Feng thought and chuckled with amusement. Amidst his thoughts, Leng Feng had a realization: Was his own lifetime of experience fake? Crafted by someone to mold him into who he was now? Was he always just a mere puppet, destined to remain one in the future too? He questioned whether his love, hatred, pain, resentment, and tears were just part of a simulation created by someone. As he pondered, he chuckled at himself. Even if it was the emotions he felt were real. So what if he was a puppet? with his Chin held high, he stared at the heavens and uttered, "Against all odds, if I find you, puppeteer, you'll wish you were never born." ___________________ Disclaimer: The scenarios depicted in the story are purely fictional and should not be associated with real-life events or individuals. Any resemblance to actual places, names, or things is purely coincidental and does not reflect any connection to reality. Thank you.

"From the grave rise two men without eyes, Holding a heart in their hands. And I weep over my brother, Is this my blood, or his?" In a land once ablaze with the flames of glory, a bloody uprising turned everything to ashes, giving rise to a fanatic regime founded upon the religion of Firinic. Yet amidst the ruins, one soul has sworn to one day return to this forsaken land and reclaim their stolen rights with blood, rising from the fire and ashes. This is a Requiem for Fire-a Fire in which courage, vengeance, and hope burn to bend destiny before the will of justice. It is the chronicle of a hundred years of torment, a century that serves as a poignant reminder of a forgotten truth: "Justice lives in the heart of those who resist."

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity. Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask. Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie! Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

A thousand years, a fleeting dream, An immortal's heart, torn at seams. He fell from grace, from realms above, Lost in pain, in shattered love. A prince reborn, with memories frail, Bound by fate, he must prevail. The heavens weep, the earth grows cold, The weight of time, too much to hold. A shadow, a sword, a dragon’s cry Whispers of a life that passed him by. In mortal form, he must now fight, For pieces lost, for ancient light. The celestial court, the betrayal deep, Promises made, the ones he keeps. Love, a curse, both sharp and sweet, A battle to rise, to stand, to defeat. For ten thousand years, his soul has roamed, In search of peace, a place to call home. But the past still haunts, a silent scream, In the human world, he chases a dream. Redemption’s path, a winding road, Through tears and pain, he must unload. A tale of gods, of loss, of fire, Of love that burns and never tires. In the end, will he find his way, Or be lost forever? For ten thousand years, he’s stood alone, Now seeking the light, to call his own.

A NEW STORY LADIES AND GENTS, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE DANGERS OF ALCOHOL AND HANG AROUND BAD PEOPLE AND WELL BE RIGHT ON TIME IN YOUR HOME OR YOUR WIFE WILL KILL YOU.

A boy on the cusp of his seventeenth year who has yet to awaken the Radiance promised by his Guiding Star. While others manifest miraculous abilities, Seryth wrestles with a dormant destiny, haunted by dreams of falling stars and an unshakable sense of being out of place in a world that glorifies the light above. As he navigates the trials of youth and a society that views him as ordinary, Seryth begins to question the very foundations of the world around him. Blurring the lines between cosmic beauty and mortal fragility, “When Stars Weep” is a tale of self-discovery, power, and the relentless search for meaning in a universe where nothing is as it seems.

There's a popular dark romance Otome game called 'Dark Clouds.' Almost everyone who was someone had played it at some point. Correction. Everyone who was a female had played it at least once. And Long Wei who so happened to be a guy had bought the game out of pure curiosity and played it. Haru, his roommate, who played a big part in persuading Long Wei to buy 'Dark Clouds.' Had played every route imaginable in the game. She was so obsessed that with every two choices made, there were 4 new possibilities formed. At some point when she was done with her own storyline she began to play his. But even after all that Long Wei quickly got bored and gave up. The games plotline was simple but the storyline was chaotic. He had quickly grown tired of it all and tossed it to the side. He didn't understand all the hype it got. To him, the game was mediocre at best. Or at least that's what Long Wei had thought before he went to bed then woke up in the body of Zvei Anderson. An insignificant side character in the game who had died from the corruption of his own divine power. A character that was so canon fodder, he wasn't even used as a stepping stone for the FL and ML's love story. And to make matters worse, the character Zvei Anderson was captured and killed off screen in a way that would make even the devil weep. An end far worse then what the real villain herself had experienced. In the church of The Holy Grail, and Sun Temple of the Light God, there is no room for evil nor the corrupted. So Zvei death was imminent. But who could have predicted that Long Wei would meet his demise the same way? Now a noble Bishop filled with divine power that is both corrupted and pure, Long Wei has to find a plot route that will keep him alive and out of harms way until the main story is over. Yet why is it, that the more he tries to stay away from the main story, the more he gets involved in it. And to add why are all the ML's suddenly.... How dare he say...? Gay. Isn't this a 'straight' Otome game?

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience. That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him. 'At least the heavens are weeping for me.' As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance. He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful. 'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.' Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years.

Under the new red sun, the mutated animals and the mutated people called "fighters" are engaged in a never-ending war for control of the Earth. When three delinquents students are given scholarships to Yellow Sun Academy, the most prestigious fighter academy, it falls to them and their new friends to defend the Earth from the animals. Can the fighter students rise to the occasion and saved all of mankind? Or will the animals finally win? (Inspired by Rooster Teeth's RWBY)

The story revolves around the aftermath of Asa's death, in his funeral where people gathered he watched as his parents weeped but from afar his classmate Yanami is staring directly at him.

It's said that when the voice of the weeping angel is heard during the battle field, your time has come to an end. As the lives of the people in the town are being threatened by that same demon in disguise, how will they figure out a way to stop this harbinger of death... Before it claims it's next victim... ------ Hey guys, hope you enjoy this one shot, I'll be making a part too soon, so enjoy and stay blessed

Synopsis He is a nightmare born from daydream. She is madness in a pretty package. “The more I ignore you, the more you adore me? I don’t love you.” Gabriella stared at the man before her and she could help but admit that he was every woman’s wet dream. “ I have enough love for us to share.” A smirk appeared on Alessandro’s face as he slowly leaned closer to her until there was a few inches between their lips. Seeing him so close to her, she struggled to cover her dismay about his boldness. Gabriella swallowed hard. “Stay away from me.” He could see the pulse beating in her throat, he could see the tiny fleck of fear and nervousness. Without thinking, he covered her mouth with his and for an instant, she yielded to his hunger, she responded as if all the past disagreement they had meant nothing. He had expected resistance, anticipated ice. Instead he got fire, and it scorched through his blood, his only thought was tangling in the sheets with her.. Gabriella jerked her mouth away and slapped him hard. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Silvers of ice rose in her gaze as she shot him a glare that should have sliced him to the bone before walking away- then broke into a run as adrenaline filled her vein. She had just slapped Alessandro Romano, the most powerful man in the country. Alessandro watched her go, feeling ragged and edgy with desire. “You won’t get away from me, Wildcat.” * He was the boss of the underworld. At the sight of his mask and gun, everyone trembled. No one wanted to be his enemy. The man had developed two hundred and sixty torturing methods and he could do all of this without batting an eye, he doesn’t give empty threats. He was a monster. A monster that should never be angered or he would become your worst nightmare. When she was born, the devil exclaimed 'Oh shit! Competition.’ She could be sweet as sugar, cold as ice but if you hurt her, she would show you things worse than death. Some days she could be as meek as a dove, other days, she’s a bitch that you should not cross or the even the devil will weep on your behalf. He was Alessandro Romano, a powerful man to the public and Maschera, a masked mafia king in the underworld. He was used to taking what he wanted. Born to lead a powerful mafia family, he was not in the habit of asking for permission—or forgiveness. Willing to cross any boundary when it came to possessing what he considered to be his, Alessandro knew Gabriella was meant for him from the moment he laid eyes on her. She is Gabriella D’ Angelo, a not so simple girl. Alessandro finds himself instantly attracted to Gabriella as she matched his fire and is the only one fit to be his queen. She is out to get revenge for something relating to her past, irrespective of the cost and isn’t ready for any committed relationship. Their paths crossed and Alessandro is not willing to give up while Gabriella is defiant. Sparks fly and causes a collision followed by an explosion and what started off as a contract relationship would create a love that could stand the test of time. Would Gabriella’s revenge plan jeopardize the blooming love that they share? Would she be able to adapt to the dark side of her lover and rule alongside him?

VU Series #1: Marhea Carolina Juadron's Story Marhea's perceptions in life despite the series of enormous problems she's facing, remained firm and unyielding. With her mom leaving them for another man, her dad weeping for the relationship he failed to fix, her two brothers drifting away from their family, and their life slowly falling apart, she still views everything positively. She did not lose hope that her mom would eventually find her way back to their family and they would still have a happy ending. Her brave soul and unwavering optimism is the only hope left for her family to still stick together. But when her father decided to leave their home to forget and move to the city, Marhea met a guy who gradually changed her principles and crashed her most guarded walls she built for so many years..

In the aftermath of a brutal battle, the world lies in ruin—silent, godless, and drenched in sorrow. Among the wreckage, a lone child, barely clinging to life, searches desperately for his lost brother. What he finds instead is a nightmare, a tragedy too painful for words. As despair takes hold and the innocent suffer, the heavens remain cold and unyielding—until a god does the unthinkable. For the first time in a millennium, a god weeps—a tear of divine essence that carries the weight of a prayer, breaking the sacred laws of the celestial realm. This single act, born of forbidden sorrow and hope, sets into motion a chain of events that will challenge the very fabric of the world. But what could drive a god to break such a law? And what will be the cost of such a prayer? These are the questions left hanging in the balance, as the fate of the mortal and divine realms hangs on the edge of a golden tear.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realized I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

A teenager is given a choice, be reborn and forget their current life's memories or be reborn with their memories intact and buy a power of their choice but through the use of their karma. The teenager chooses the second option and says the power they want. The teenager, once again, is portaled away. A teen awaken in a hospital bed. He also remembers something he had forgot and says, "I can't believe I was reincarnated in My Hero Academia... At least it's not Marvel or DC." [Ding] [Host's Past Life Memories Detected, Exiting Dormant State] "I didn't ask for a system!" ______________________________________ Authors Notes: You want to know more details of the story. You know what to do. This book contains themes such as suicide, blood, and gore. Those who are not comfortable with these, please do not read this book. RWBY was made by Rooster Teeth, and My Hero Academia was made by Kōhei Horikoshi. P.S. First time writing a story. Creative criticism is appreciated. Sep. 15: This book is now abandoned. After two months of trying to decide on how to continue the story, I made the decision to pull the plug. If anyone wants to use this idea of mine for a story and add their own ideas and twists to it, I don't mind.

Weeping Willows is a captivating tale of destiny, power, and forbidden love set in a world where the line between righteousness and demonic paths blurs. The story revolves around two extraordinary cultivators: Yao Huaijin, a cold yet mysterious figure from the prestigious Tianyongheng Sect, and Jun Qiguang, a prodigious youth with a tragic past who has chosen the path of demonic cultivation. Fate intertwines their lives when Jun Qiguang, driven by revenge against the sect that destroyed his family, crosses paths with Yao Huaijin, whose enigmatic nature and hidden warmth draw Jun Qiguang in, despite their opposing paths. As they journey together, they must navigate not only the treacherous world of cultivation but also the complex emotions that begin to stir between them. In a world teeming with ancient secrets, political intrigue, and powerful enemies, Weeping Willows explores themes of loyalty, identity, and the cost of vengeance. It’s a story where every choice can tip the balance between light and darkness, and where love might be the ultimate weapon—or the final downfall. Prepare to be immersed in a richly woven narrative where nothing is as it seems, and the bonds between the characters are as deep as they are dangerous.

As powerful as he is. the Demon King reigns supreme as the apex predator in his world. however once he finally got everything, it became bland. sitting around the throne, sleeping, and eating. After everything he's done. It became his daily live, as such he decided to go to the land of man to feel thrill once again.

After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization stagnated. From that day on, people were no longer able to manufacture a single rocket, nuclear bomb, airplane, or automobile... The pyramid of civilization, built upon modern science, collapsed in an instant, and the disasters were far from over. The gray world descended with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of chaos. In this era, human life was as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shone brightly like the stars. As the great edifice was about to collapse, some saw an actor standing tall atop the ruins of civilization, wearing a crimson robe like blood, laughing and weeping at times. The curtain of the era slowly opened behind him, and he spread his arms, whispering softly to the weary multitude— "The great show... begins."

First fic, Extremely Op!Mc Evil!Mc. Gamer with the ability Hakai - the power wielded by Gods of Destruction. M for Creativity, Gore, and Profanity. No lemons for the time being but it's a possibility. First world is RWBY.

In the pulsating realm of Gaia, where mana flowed through every being like a sweet, enchanting river, Arthur Cumore stood out as the lone exception. In a world ruled by magicians and wizards, he lived freely despite lacking the mystical touch of magic. Cast away by his parents, Arthur embraced a life that forced him into the role of an orphan, a reality he couldn't escape. Devoid of the ability to wield mana, Arthur found himself worth less than the carcass of the lowliest beast, its remains fetching a higher price than his mere existence. Yet, in the face of adversity, his struggles only fueled his determination. As he navigated the twists and turns that could break even the mightiest, Arthur refused to succumb to the lowest point of his life. Unyielding, he pursued the one thing that brought him solace – knowledge of the continent, Agrazeel. In the dynamic tapestry of Agrazeel, a continent drowning in pride, wars, and hierarchies, Arthur defied expectations. He became the first of the homeless, an exceptional status that couldn't be savored for long. Life led him to a temple, a fateful encounter awaiting him with an entity shrouded in mystery: Kronosia, a being above the very Gods and Goddesses of Agrazeel. Thus begins the odyssey of a perceived "trash" that would make even the divine weep tears of blood. In a world of wizards, emperors, and knights, Arthur Cumore's journey unfolds – a journey where he rises from the depths, conquering all, and bringing the mighty to their knees. Amidst the seven wizard towers ruled by the Wizard Kings of the time and seven orders devoted to the seven gods, the Agrazeel continent of Gaia will serve as the stage for Arthur's electrifying conquest. This is not just the story of a man; this is the epic saga of Arthur Cumore, a tale that defies destiny and shakes the very foundations of Gaia.

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel. My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO's unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant. As for me, I'm nothing special. I'm just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five. … Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book. She had been transformed into a cute little five-year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There was also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt... Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother. What bad intentions could a five-year-old have? She just wanted to protect Mama. … Until one day... The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared. As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

Is he the reincarnation of a Pill God? Or is he a fusion of spirits? A youth whose Spirit Root, Spirit Blood, and Spirit Bone were all stolen- Long Chen must rely on his memories of divine pill refining arts and a mysterious cultivation technique, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, in order to part the layers of misleading fog and solve a heaven shaking riddle. His hands hold Heaven and Earth, he steps through the cosmos, he meets all kinds of beautiful women, and he suppresses devils, demons, and gods. Legend has it that when Long Chen arrives, the lands roars and heaven screams, ghosts sob and gods weep.

Summary: In a world plagued by a mysterious and sinister game, humanity finds itself trapped in a horrifying alternate reality. Participants are tasked with completing terrifying missions, with their lives at stake. Dr. Zhao Yi, a renowned psychologist, is unexpectedly pulled into this game, but his data source code becomes corrupted, leading to unknown chaos. As the game descends into madness, an extraordinary being, feared even by the supernatural entities within, emerges. Haunted by the ghosts of their pasts, the game's inhabitants share their nightmarish experiences. One such entity, the Weeping Ghost, laments how it merely intended to assign an additional side mission to Dr. Zhao but instead had its head severed gruesomely. Similarly, the Abusive Spirit recounts how it went to the hospital for a routine appendectomy, only to find that its appendix had inexplicably vanished upon waking from surgery. As Dr. Zhao delves further into the distorted game, he uncovers a hidden truth that connects all these anomalies. The corrupted data source code, which initially seemed like a glitch, reveals a malevolent force manipulating the game. This revelation leads Dr. Zhao on a treacherous journey, where he must confront his own fears and unravel the mysteries behind the game. With each step, the boundaries between the real world and the game blur, making it increasingly difficult for Dr. Zhao to discern friend from foe. As he fights to restore order and save humanity, he must also confront the non-human entity that has become an aberration within the twisted game. "The Distorted Game" is an enthralling psychological thriller that explores the limits of human resilience and the power of confronting one's inner demons. Driven by suspense, horror, and unexpected twists, the story takes readers on a chilling adventure through a realm where survival means more than just winning the game—it means surviving one's own darkest fears.

*** When your life is programmed and scripted like a pro wrestling match what other choice do you have but to follow the script *** Anastasia Anderson is a girl caged by her family’s norms . Everything she does is monitored and planned for her to follow . Even the person she’s to marry and love . Alexander Ellis is Anastasia’s to be husband her only duty being to obey and remain quiet. But even a computer stops when it is being bombarded with programs . *** “ I’m tired , I’ve had it . I’m not a puppet that you can toy with . You’ve disrespected me but I never said anything but I won’t stay silent anymore “ Anastasia yelled “ Go to bed Anastasia “ came Alex’s cold monotonous reply. “ No you’ll listen to me “ Anastasia said a bit desperate “ I want a divorce “ she said in a shaky voice “ hahahaha “ he laughed, it was the first time she witnessed it “ you’re funny Ana , you think you can leave , no Ana you were born to obey and you will “ he said leaving her to weep **** Will Anastasia survive or will she break loose First book please support and comments so I know how it is

Dena, a 35 years old woman, transmigrated into a book and became a 16-year-old boy. Dena was weeping and complaining about why a boy and not a beautiful girl to God, then another shocking revelation came. It wasn’t enough that her gender was changed, he also was an alpha werewolf with special abilities and would die ten times before the storyline even began. Dena thought she was done for, even dying would not bring her salvation!!! ****** This story involves Werewolves, dragons, witches, Mages and other supernatural races. Mc/ Edwin: (Dena) trapped in his body/ bottom/ Alpha Ml/ Radin: Werewolf/Top/ Alpha This story does not follow the typical Alpha-Omega relationship pattern. It is instead based on the Wolf pack system, including Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega. The powerful ones can transform into wolves. Matching with a destined mate is also sacred and challenging. Mc does not accept that she has become a male until the end of volume one. Others, however, see her as a boy, Edwin. It will take her some time to adjust to her new gender. This might make the story a bit confusing. But I wanted to be more realistic. I find it hard to believe that a woman, after 35 years of living with a female mindset, suddenly considers herself a man. ****** English is not my first language. Feel free to point out my mistakes.

As they stood in a void, ready to embark on their interdimensional adventure, Rugaris explained their mission. Y/n's enthusiasm shone through as he connected the dots, recognizing the references to fictional worlds like RWBY and MHA. Naomi, on the other hand, remained grounded, dismissing those worlds as mere fiction. With a final farewell, they were enveloped in a blinding light, whisked away to their first destination. The unknown awaited them, but they faced it together, united by love and a newfound purpose.