sharingan bleu

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.

Matt n’a jamais connu l’amour. Abandonné, solitaire, invisible aux yeux du monde, il meurt à trente ans sans laisser personne derrière lui. Mais la mort n’est pas la fin. Il renaît dans un monde de démons, un monde brutal où la valeur d’un être se mesure à sa puissance et où les faibles n’ont pas leur place. Sa réincarnation est une anomalie : Matt conserve les souvenirs de sa vie passée, et une âme humaine dans un monde qui méprise l’humanité. Pour survivre, il devra apprendre à se battre, à comprendre les règles de ce nouveau monde et à maîtriser l’Astrea, une énergie aussi puissante que dangereuse. Mais à mesure qu’il devient plus fort, Matt comprend une vérité terrifiante dans ce monde, pour survivre, il faut parfois devenir ce que l’on déteste. Et une question commence à le hanter Peut-on rester humain… quand on devient un démon

John Wick is reincarnated into the body of a Uchiha clan member with a dormant Sharingan. As he unlocks the power of the Sharingan and trains to become a ninja, he realizes that his skills as an assassin are highly prized in the ninja world. John soon becomes a sought-after mercenary, taking on assassination jobs for various ninja factions. However, as he delves deeper into the ninja world, he discovers a conspiracy that threatens to destabilize the entire shinobi world. John must use his skills as an assassin to protect the ninja world from this threat.

A calm MC blessed with the chance to go into a cultivation world (that I created) along with the Sharingan's aid. What you can expect: Calm and Collected MC, Overpowered/OP MC, More Plot-Oriented than H-Scenes. Grammar is better than 80 to 90% of fan-fictions. ----------------- Still not sure about the harem though. Is it a yay, or nay? ------------------ Discord - https://discord.gg/fNP699U So you can spam DM me if I don't write and so you can criticize me and add suggestions to the story. ------------------ Release Rate: My mood. You can find out in discord or something. But remember, I'm doing this for free so please don't sock me lol. ------------ P.S., you know those stories you find good, but don't review them? Yeah, do that to every other story but mine. Thanks <3 (I'm saying please review my story. Preferably 5 stars. I strive for author satisfaction.) Also guys, please no spam reviews whether it is a 5-star or a 1-star review. Just reviewing once is fine, thanks.

Il y a huit ans, le ciel a saigné rouge. Il n'avait jamais changé.Pourtant Une seule erreur a suffi à briser le Royaume de Sikasso. Aujourd'hui, la terre n'est plus qu'un cimetière d'esprits corrompus et de ruines. Awa Bamba était autrefois une princesse. Désormais, elle n'est plus qu'une survivante armée d'une lance et d'un secret : la catastrophe est de sa faute. Pour briser la Malédiction Rouge, elle doit s'enfoncer au cœur de la corruption qu'elle a elle-même créée. Mais dans un monde où survivre coûte ton humanité, réparer le passé pourrait bien lui coûter son âme.

seorang gadis dengan membawa senjata katana tengah memandangi tumpukan mayat di sekitar nya. ikuti kisah Naori uchiha dalam mencari jati diri nya dan menjadi yang terkuat - mc antagonis - bangsawan

Don't laugh on people but laugh with people

Cries and sobs echoed all around, and he sat alone in a corner, silently weeping. Today, he had lost his only support—his mother. From childhood till now, she had been his whole world. His father had passed away before he was even born. The relatives had long turned their backs, and now only the neighbors were there, offering him condolences. But some pains are too deep for words to heal. He wasn’t just carrying his mother’s coffin on his shoulders—he was burying his entire world.

What we can see is what you cannot, what you see as fiction is what we see as reality. Yet, are we right?

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"