banshee albino

The end of the world is nigh. The final fate rests in the hands of a banshee cast into the world of demi-angels. ***** The struggle for the control of earth continues, despite the defeat of the angels. The hidden eighth continent, Panthalassa, is the ground zero of the maelstrom of darkness that is poisoning the world and its inhabitants. Aisling thinks she will solve the crisis plaguing the earth with her foresight and a scream to shatter the darkness. In the hidden continent, she discovers the limitations of her power and her need for growth before the apocalypse burns it all down. But her focus is torn as she is drawn to Abaddon Rex, the legendary king of the demi-angels. He is like a flame, and she cannot resist his allure. And he is willing to fall deep into their fated love, even if it means the end of the world. Unfortunately, the evil behind the darkness is unwilling to let them have their happily ever after.

Follow the crew of The Evergreen, a space cruiser and first line colony vessel. As Earth wilts on the vine from overpopulation and after the Luna Wars, people are beginning to become desperate for a way out.

Apollo’s ordinary life changes when a new neighbor moves right across his home. He's instantly mesmerized by her looks, unaware that she turns into an old hag with silver hair whenever someone is about to die. What happens when he finds out her true identity?

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.

After a brutal death in his original world, Ren is shocked to find himself transmigrated into another world. As he struggles simply to survive, he draws the attention of a powerful alpha—both dangerous and enigmatic. Between rejection, suspicion, and fascination, a tense relationship begins to take shape.

On the night of the Blood Moon, seven offerings are chosen. Seven souls, sacrificed to the cursed Alpha—none ever survive. Elara never expected to be one of them. Branded as an outcast, blamed for her parents’ deaths, she was nothing more than an unwanted burden to her family. When they sell her off to the brutal Alpha King for a handful of gold, she knows death is inevitable. But Elara is not just a fragile human girl. Beneath her cursed blood lies something far darker—something feared even among monsters. A Banshee’s wail is the sound of death, and Elara’s fate is entwined with the one creature who should want her dead. Ravok, the ruthless Alpha, is a beast feared by all. Cursed by the Almighty himself, he is doomed to an eternity of madness unless he finds the one who can break his curse. But when Elara is thrown into his world, she does the one thing no one else ever has—she survives him. She is his prisoner. His temptation. His damnation. And maybe… his salvation. But secrets run deep in the kingdom of beasts, and some truths are better left buried. Because if Elara is the key to breaking the curse… she may also be the price. let's go!!!

A father's legacy, the son's revenge, and a world full of turmoil and tragedy. Who will succeed?

Yes , I'm a different girl . I'm a albino girl and everybody looks bad at me." I'm ugly" my mom says that . I'm shy and alittle depressed . I thought that nobody can help me . but even yiur inhales and exhales makes me feel good . like I'm flying ... like I'm borning again ... World ! let me take his hand . Run with him to the rainbow . Let me , let him color me . Me ; The colorless girl ; the white girl . Let me hear him saying that I'm not ugly . Let me walk with him in the secretfull alley . I mean beach... :)

20 year old Jenny was raised to never scream, never yell, never get upset. One day she didnt know what else to do to save her friends, and she screamed, not realizing what it would unleash. Now she must find out the truth about herself before she suffers the same fate as others before her.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.