nincada shiny

Cuando el color desaparece y las lágrimas comienzan a hacerse presentes, la esperanza escasea, pero, en un mundo colorido lleno de vida y amor al igual que tristeza y desesperanza, habitan pequeños seres; ellos, encantados, son capaces de brindar una mano, incluso dos. Recuperar el color es un proceso, buscar la sonrisa es una idea, pero ser felices juntos es el objetivo. ¡Puedes leerla en WATTPAD también! (¡tiene dibujitos!) Comentario del creador: Esta es una historia personal y un tanto privada que finalmente decidí publicar. La llevo escribiendo desde el año pasado (22/06/2023) si no mal recuerdo, haciéndola en mis tiempos muertos y algunas veces en los libres. Eventualmente se fue convirtiendo en algo demasiado grande como para simplemente no publicarlo en ningún sitio pues periódicamente le fui agarrando mucho cariño a los personajes los cuales son muy pintorescos, entrañables y únicos. Me gusta pensar que la portada es una foto y el personaje de la izquierda (la conocerán pronto) está apunto de estornudar. Gracias por leer esto, espero que puedas acompañar esta historia hasta el final. Tanto la imagen de portada como la de los capítulos fueron dibujadas por mí. ;)

Dying alone choking on your own blood with broken bones and torn flesh sucks. Being helpless tears at the soul. In this twilight of her far too young life, Morgan silently screams her despair to heaven. To hell. To anyone that will listen. In the end, it is a simple crow that answers her call. Answers her loneliness. As the darkness consumes her the last shred of Morgan is plucked from her corpse and flown somewhere farther than the very edge of the universe. A fragment of thought, a remnant of will, asks in wonder where she's going under these black wings. A shining palace of obsidian and silver beneath ebon cawing clouds, where an empress with onyx eyes and knowing smiles offers a chance. But nothing comes without a cost. And she will have to decide if living is worth her life.

Summary +【fantasy Pokémon】sam traveled to the Pokémon world and bound to the God-level lottery system. He started with a luxurious supreme ten-draw. [Ding! Congratulations on drawing Shiny Zeraora!][Ding! Congratulations on drawing Shiny Lucario, the brave wave guide!][Ding! Congratulations on drawing the power of wave guide!] What? Zeraora started with a shiny one? sam: Invincible, okay? Lucario is here too? Shiny? And with the power of wave guide? sam: Well done! Come on, cats and dogs, it’s not too much to have an alpaca, right? The system, as the number of draws increases, sam’s strength becomes stronger and stronger. ...

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“Hot! Hot! HOT!” Li Yanjun’s voice echoed through the steel chamber, but no one heard him – not over the roar of the furnace that had just devoured him alive. The last thing he saw was a flash of red, and then...n Nothing. When he woke up again, he was lying face-down in dirt. Not just dirt. It was warm. Alive. Breathing. “What the hell?” He sat up, spitting soil out of his mouth. “Am I dead or just buried?!” But as his eyes adjusted, he realized something stranger than death had happened. There was no sky. No sun. Only an endless ceiling of glowing crystals and hanging stalactites, stretching across a cavern so vast it looked like another world. Then it hit him. He’d been reincarnated. Not into a kingdom. Not into some fairyland with dragons and princesses. Nope. His second life came with pickaxes, darkness, and dirt for days. “...So you’re telling me I died as a miner and reincarnated... as a miner?” Li Yanjun groaned, rubbing his face. “What happened to rich young masters and cheat codes?” Just as he was about to curse the heavens (which didn’t even exist here), a crimson brand lit up on his chest. A warmth pulsed deep in his soul, familiar, terrifying. That furnace. The damn thing followed him. A screen flickered into existence before his eyes: [Primordial Forge Bound. Soul Link Established.] Li Yanjun blinked. Then smiled. “Okay... Maybe this life won’t be so bad.” And so began the legend of Xing Yan, the man who mined his way to godhood.

In a world where Ether determines one’s fate, Alf was deemed talentless—an outcast in his own clan. Yet, beneath his supposed weakness lies a secret even he doesn’t understand. His journey begins in struggle, but fate has far greater plans for him. Through relentless training and sheer will, he carves a path no one has ever walked before. From a nameless boy to a warrior, a leader, and beyond—his story is one of growth, challenge, and an unshakable spirit. Read more to know. Note: My first time ever attempting to write. If you are intending to read this, please feel free to give me pointers on where I can improves and where the sentence structure feels awkward. I am willing to hear constructive criticism..

It's an infinite cycle of life and death. When you know someone for so many lives, will things change as a result? If the person you cared about became the opposite of what they aspired to be, would you kill them to give them a fresh start? Well, in this world there is no evil. There's only stupidity and clashes of ideals. What if you lived forever in an endless cycle? How do you entertain yourself? What are the rules of age? Is there a book on it? Infinite is forever. Finite is ending. . . . "So, you're telling us that you all are over billions and even trillions of years old?" The three nodded. "Well, no one can say that need an adult when you're around. But at the same time, you've all died young countless times. Does liking someone in this life make you pedophiles? But, you're also technically young. Right?" He chimed in snickering, "I don't think you should think about this." "Why? These are legitimate concerns." "If you try to think anymore, I'll explode from laughter, they'll swell with pity, and your brain will collapse." "...what?" "He just called you a stupidhead!"

The child of two cosmic beings Astraylius Von Asterea born as Extraordinary One as he grows his Adventure begins

Alfa Damon, Kuzey Amerika'daki en büyük sürünün eşsiz Alfası, Yaşlıların onu kendi seçtikleri bir gelinle evlenmeye zorladığı bir gerçekle yüzleşiyor. Bir çıkar evliliği. Güç için bir evlilik. Damon, Yaşlıların onu entrikalarında kullanmak istediğinin farkında ve onlara kimsenin piyonu olmadığını göstermeye kararlı. Kimse onu evliliğe zorlayamaz, Ay Tanrıçası bile. "Hayatımda bana engel olacak bir kadına ihtiyacım yok. Bir kız arkadaş bir rahatsızlık, bir eş bir sorun ve bir hayat eşi bir felaket olur." Boyun eğecek mi? Hangisini seçecek? Eşini bulduğunda bir seçeneği olacak mı? Damon'a, hayatına doğru kadın girdiğinde ufkunu genişleteceği ve en beklenmedik şekillerde değişeceği yolculuğunda katılın. --- Not: ana hikaye 986. bölümle sona erer. --- Benimle iletişime geçin. Discord: https://discord.gg/cFaejHB Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RedSonia.Novels Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/redsonia_novels/ --- Kapağın sahibiyim. --- Diğer romanlarıma bir göz atın! - Amara - Kavuşma - Yüce Alfa - Bu Kader mi? - Kazaya Yatkın