sea animal story

Qu'est-ce qu'il n'y a pas à aimer dans ma nouvelle vie après avoir migré dans un monde centré sur les Animaux Astraux ? Il y a des créatures puissantes de toutes formes et tailles. Elles peuvent être des compagnons câlins, des aides dans la vie quotidienne, des éclaireurs audacieux ou de forts combattants. Ou tout ça à la fois. Pas mal, hein ? J'ai une famille, mais en réalité, c'est complètement éclipsé par ma sœur cadette. Elle me déteste profondément, et elle s'assure que je le sache. Chaque. Putain. De. Jour. Ai-je mentionné qu'elle est dégoûtamment talentueuse tandis que je ne suis qu'un moins que rien ? Un sacrément beau gosse avec ça. J'ai carte blanche pour diriger l'entreprise familiale par moi-même. Une petite Animalerie pittoresque. Ça aurait pu être génial si ce n'est le fait que le propriétaire précédent de ce corps était né avec ZÉRO affinité pour gérer les Animaux Astraux... Une vraie transmigration ne serait pas complète sans un truc ou un système pour paver ma route vers la grandeur, vous ne pensez pas ? J'en ai un, mais je ne sais pas si je ne serais pas mieux sans... Bienvenue dans le Monde des Animaux Astraux !

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

Monster Invasion, Blue Star's rules have changed, leading to a great turmoil in the world. Rules have descended, and human girls awaken with fierce beast templates, transforming into animal-eared girls who can summon fierce beasts alongside contracted boys. There are all sorts of animal-eared girls like Pegasus, Flying Tiger, and White Snake. Fluffy animal-eared girls, delicate animal-eared girls. Xiao Ye awakens the God-level Beast Master System, which allows for unlimited contracting, the ability to detect others' templates, and rapidly enhance the forms of summoned beasts. After being dumped by his girlfriend, Xie Mengxuan, an SSS-class Nine-tailed Fox template school beauty, immediately proposes: Be my boyfriend. Xiao Ye is stunned, as he considered her a bro, yet she wants to be his wife! Cheng Bingxi smiles sweetly: Take advantage of the overly shy deskmate and coax him into being a husband! There's also the Nine-tailed Fox demon school beauty, Five-clawed Golden Dragon bearing girl, Soaring Kunpeng queen, and the Divine Beast Qilin empress. Xiao Ye, looking at a nest full of SSS-tier animal-eared girls, expresses: Bring on more!

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Invasión de Monstruos, las reglas de la Estrella Azul han cambiado, provocando un gran tumulto en el mundo. Las reglas han descendido, y las chicas humanas despiertan con feroces plantillas de bestias, transformándose en chicas con orejas de animal que pueden invocar bestias feroces junto con chicos contratados. Hay todo tipo de chicas con orejas de animal como Pegaso, Tigre Volador y Serpiente Blanca. Chicas con orejas de animal esponjosas, chicas con orejas de animal delicadas. Xiao Ye despierta el Sistema de Maestra de Bestias de nivel divino, que permite contratos ilimitados, la capacidad de detectar las plantillas de otros y mejorar rápidamente las formas de las bestias invocadas. Después de ser abandonado por su novia, Xie Mengxuan, una belleza escolar con plantilla de Zorro de Nueve Colas de Clase SSS, inmediatamente propone: Sé mi novio. Xiao Ye está atónito, ya que la consideraba un hermano, ¡pero ella quiere ser su esposa! Cheng Bingxi sonríe dulcemente: ¡Aprovecha al compañero de escritorio demasiado tímido y convéncelo de ser un esposo! También está la belleza escolar demonio Zorro de Nueve Colas, la chica portadora del Dragón Dorado de Cinco Garras, la reina del Kunpeng Soaring y la emperatriz de la Bestia Divina Qilin. Xiao Ye, mirando un nido lleno de chicas con orejas de animal de Nivel SSS, expresa: ¡Que vengan más!

In a world where the strength of one's awakened spirit determines your starting point, the orphaned Li Yu awakens a low grade spirit: a blood-red Koi fish, deemed a Grade One, Inferior spirit fit only for a decorative pond. Mocked for his misfortune and with no future in his village. His "useless" Koi possesses a divine, heaven-defying ability: it can devour the spiritual energy and life essence of any aquatic lifeform. To cultivate this power, Li Yu forsakes the path of a glorious disciple and willingly enters the prestigious Green Mountain Sect as a menial laborer, securing the most despised job—a fish farmer in the sect's Aquatic Beast Pens. Surrounded by an endless ocean of cultivation resources that only he can access, he begins his journey on a path of silent cultivation. Armed with two heaven-sent techniques, the «Abyssal Leviathan Physique» and the «Myriad Rivers Returning to the Sea Art», Li Yu navigates the treacherous sect politics and hidden dangers from the lowest rung of the ladder. His cultivation art conceals his growing power, cloaking his presence with the aura of a simple fish, allowing him to grow stronger under the noses of elders and geniuses. While others see a quiet, hardworking orphan, he is an unseen predator in a tranquil pond, patiently absorbing the power to one day become a leviathan that can swallow the seas.

TEMAS MADUROS: Escravidão ...elementos TW Depois de sua família ser brutalmente assassinada na sua frente pelo Rei dos Vampiros, Zyren Blackthorn, por serem caçadores, Aria fica destruída e devastada, desesperada pela morte. Seu mundo é despedaçado quando Zyren, em vez de matá-la, a reivindica como seu animal de estimação, arrastando-a para longe de sua aldeia até o coração da cidade central. Como uma escrava humana, ela é forçada a suportar seus desejos sádicos. Toda noite, ele a lembra de sua impotência, mas sob sua crueldade reside uma obsessão que queima com intensidade. Apesar de seu ódio e desejo de vingança, o corpo de Aria a trai, e ela se encontra presa entre um desejo sombrio e sua necessidade desesperada de vingança. Excerto: A respiração de Aria falhou enquanto os dedos de Zyren traçavam a linha de sua mandíbula, seu toque mais frio que gelo, mas queimando sua pele com a promessa de mais. Ela deveria resistir, deveria lutar, mas seu corpo a traiu—tremendo, desejando o prazer que ela sabia que ele poderia dar. "Você pensou que eu a mataria," Zyren murmurou, sua voz um ronronar sombrio. "Mas em vez disso, você pertencerá a mim. Cada parte de você será minha." Seus lábios se abriram para falar, mas as palavras ficaram presas em sua garganta. A memória do sangue de sua família manchando suas mãos fez seu estômago revirar enquanto ela o encarava com ódio. "Diga-me," ele rosnou, suas mãos movendo-se mais para baixo, pressionando contra a suavidade de sua pele, "você ainda deseja morrer?" Ela cerrou os punhos, lágrimas ameaçando cair, mas seu corpo tremia sob o toque dele. "Não desejo nada além de estar livre de você," ela cuspiu, mas mesmo quando as palavras saíram de seus lábios, ela sentiu a fome dentro de si—uma fome que ela odiava mas não podia negar enquanto olhava fixamente para os olhos vermelhos dele. Uma necessidade de SE APRESENTAR para ele e tê-lo montá-la... corpo e alma.