vegeta marca majin

A teenage girl from Earth was taken by another world's god and asked to become it's champion for some battle the gods in it's world was doing. But she isn't going without some type of help! That help is in the form of a wish granted by the god. The powers of Majin Buu from Dragon Ball Z! Read along as she has as much fun as she wants in this new magical world.

Follow the story of a 20 years otaku in the world of My Hero Academia. He will be reborn as vegeta and conquer the world of MHA as a Saiyan. Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters of My Hero Academia. However I do own my own characters. I will make a harem but not too big only about 3 girls. More if I get in suggestions along the line. I will try my best to at least publish 2-3 chapter a week or maybe more depending on the situation but no guarantees.

AVISO: Esta é a versão em português da história Shizu Mark. Tudo que existe na versão em inglês está aqui também, mas pode rolar algumas pequenas diferenças e ajustes pra ficar mais legal no nosso idioma. Se quiser, prepare-se para uma aventura que vai te prender do começo ao fim!

hallo semuanya saya punya novel yang cukup menarik dan akan bamyak seasonnya

Chloe, el primer amor de Damon, mi pareja destinada, publicó un video en la Red de la Manada. El video les mostraba en una fiesta de hoguera de la manada, realizando un ritual de "Bendición de la Luna", uno que debería haber sido reservado para parejas destinadas. Cuando el ritual alcanzó su clímax, se inclinaron para un beso. No se separaron inmediatamente. Perdidos en el momento, sus auras se entrelazaron durante un minuto completo. Su publicación fue una provocación deliberada: "¡Sigues siendo la misma torpe lobezna! P.D. ¡El ritual de bendición de Damon fue tan perfecto como siempre!" Con calma, usé mi propio poder para dejar un "Sello de la Luz Lunar", un símbolo de bendición, bajo el video. Al segundo siguiente, el furioso enlace mental de Damon irrumpió en mi cabeza. "¿Hay alguna Luna en este mundo tan dramática como tú? Solo estaba realizando un ritual de bendición con Chloe. ¿De qué te estás alterando ahora?" En ese único momento, me di cuenta de que siete años siendo su pareja no habían significado nada. Era hora de cortar nuestro vínculo de pareja.

Quinta obra a ser feita do multiverso Arcontes. Segue a história de Jail Runglardix, que em sua vida passada era um Rei grandioso por erguem o império Von Avirbert junto da irmandade Von. Que sofreu uma emboscada enquanto prestava homenagens aos seus irmãos no dia de suas mortes, morrendo em batalha, reencarnando num mundo onde segue a sua jornada predestinada.

Mi hermana gemela, Rosalie, una Omega como yo, murió en la luna llena de nuestro decimoctavo cumpleaños, asesinada por el trauma de ser marcada a la fuerza contra su voluntad. Su supuesta mejor amiga, Isabella Thorne, no solo observó sin hacer nada. Ella liberó un "cristal de memoria de aroma" que transmitió la humillación y desesperación de mi hermana a toda la manada. Para mi venganza, tomé una hoja de plata consagrada y tallé el rostro de Isabella—ese que esperaba reemplazaría al de mi hermana—dejando una cicatriz que nunca se desvanecería. Sujeté su rostro, con sangre negra brotando de las heridas, y admiré mi obra—una obra maestra de retribución. "Mi querida hermana descansa en el abrazo de la Diosa de la Luna", susurré. "Pero las almas de aquellos que la violaron serán condenadas por la eternidad".

Majin Fall: The Hunter's Oath --- Majin Fall: The Hunter’s Oath The sky split open. The Majin descended. Humanity fell. In the aftermath of global ruin, a fractured world is left choking on ash and fear. Savage beasts born of chaos now roam free, and twisted Majin tyrants rule what’s left of civilization with cruelty and power no mortal can match. Muichiro wasn’t meant to be a hero. Just another survivor scraping by in the ruins—until something chose him. A whisper in the void. A system bound to vengeance. Now armed with a mysterious power that feeds on death and justice, Muichiro becomes a Hunter: judge, executioner, and the last hope of the broken. But every power comes with a cost—and every step closer to truth pulls Muichiro to a deeper conspiracy. The Oath he swears ignites a war far older than the fall itself. Ancient bloodlines, fallen kingdoms, and forbidden romance begin to unravel as Muichiro is thrust into a destiny darker and more twisted than he ever imagined. The Majin are not gods. They can bleed. And Muichiro will be the one to make them fall. - ---

Na minha cerimônia de vínculo, meu futuro companheiro Alfa, Jacob, e sua amiga de infância, Caelia, desmaiaram ao mesmo tempo. Ele escolheu salvar a inconsciente Caelia, deixando-me sozinha sangrando, meu sangue enegrecido pelo veneno de prata. Eu implorei por ajuda através da nossa conexão mental, mas ele usou seu comando Alfa para rosnar: "Pare com esse ato cruel!" Ele disse que me faria pagar pelo meu "ciúme". Depois que ele partiu, carregando Caelia em seus braços, meu filhote e eu morremos juntos. O vínculo entre nós começou a se desfazer.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!