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Felicity‘s Beast World Apocalypse

Beastmen / Reverse Harem/ Smut / Zombies When the world ends, Felicity expects to die quietly. Instead, she wakes to a ruined world crawling with monsters, beastmen, and dangers she was never meant to survive. Small, soft spoken, and terrified, Felicity has only one advantage: a strange power buried deep inside her that even she does not understand. Saved by Victor, a cold, powerful beastman with wings sharp enough to cut the sky, Felicity is pulled into a brutal new reality where strength decides everything and mercy is rare. Victor does not protect lightly, and once he chooses someone, he does not let go. As they travel through shattered cities and hostile territory, Felicity must learn to survive, to fight, and to claim her place in a world that no longer has room for weakness. Monsters lurk in the shadows, alliances are fragile, and desire burns just as fiercely as fear. In a beast ruled apocalypse, survival is not enough. To live, Felicity must become something more. The fire snapped, spitting sparks into the night. —————————- When Felicity blinked, Victor was closer. She had not seen him move. One moment he was across the clearing, watching the dark with those sharp, unreadable eyes, and the next he was right in front of her, his shadow swallowing hers. “You nearly died back there,” he said quietly. She tried to laugh, but it came out wrong. “It’s probably going to happen again. That seems to be my thing.” Victor’s gaze lingered on her face, then softened in a way she did not expect. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his touch rough but careful, as if he were afraid of breaking her. “Not if I can help it,” he said. The fire crackled between them. Felicity’s heart raced as his thumb lingered at her cheek, warmth spreading through her chest at the smallest touch. The world seemed to narrow until there was only him, steady and solid, and the terrifying comfort of knowing she was no longer alone. For the first time since the world had ended, Felicity felt something dangerous bloom in her chest. Hope. hi this is my first book be gentle english is my first language art is my own
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BLEACH: HOLLOW

Sombravida transmigrates into the world of Bleach, awakening not as a Soul Reaper or a Quincy, but as a Hollow—one of the most despised existences in all realms. In Hueco Mundo, Hollows are not born equal. Newly formed Hollows exist only on instinct, driven by hunger and fear, hunted by Soul Reapers and devoured by stronger Hollows alike. To hesitate is to be erased. To stagnate is to be consumed. From the very first moment, Sombravida understands a brutal truth of this world: compassion has no place at the bottom of the food chain. Yet even among monsters, evolution exists. By devouring others and surviving endless slaughter, Hollows can transcend their limits—transforming from mindless beasts into Menos, then Adjuchas, and finally the near-mythical Vasto Lorde. Each step upward demands not only power, but the suppression of madness and the preservation of self. Most fail. Many lose their identities long before they lose their lives. Sombravida refuses both outcomes. Cornered by stronger predators, hunted by Soul Reapers, and trapped in a desert where strength is law, he sharpens his will through adversity. He learns restraint where others succumb to frenzy. He learns patience where others rush toward annihilation. In a realm that strips monsters of reason, Sombravida clings to consciousness as his greatest weapon. Fate, however, is never kind to those who struggle upward. Just as Sombravida begins to carve out a place for himself, the world reminds him that labels—Human, Hollow, monster—are nothing more than excuses used by the powerful. In the eyes of the realms, existence itself is a sin. But if humanity is defined by origin alone, then what meaning does survival have? If monsters can think, choose, and endure… Then what truly separates the hunter from the prey? Step by step, battle by battle, Sombravida climbs—not to become a hero, nor to reclaim humanity, but to stand at the very peak of Hueco Mundo and prove a single truth: In the world of death, only those who keep their will can decide what they are. Visit patreon.com/ShiroTL for more chapters.
ShiroTL · 151.5k Views

BLEACH: THE HOLLOW KING

Reborn into the world of Bleach, beginning in the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo. What path will he choose after rising to the rank of one of the Espada? And when the shadow of Sōsuke Aizen looms over Las Noches, will he submit to transcendence—or defy the man who seeks to surpass both Hollow and Shinigami? Here, you will encounter the aloof yet fiercely protective Tier Harribel, whose calm exterior conceals unwavering loyalty to her Fracción. Here, you will meet the once-childlike, compassionate former Tres Espada, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, whose gentleness stands in stark contrast to Hueco Mundo’s cruelty. Here stands the solitary Primera Espada, Coyote Starrk, a Hollow so powerful he divided his own soul to escape loneliness. Here waits the stoic Cuarta Espada, Ulquiorra Cifer, who questions the very meaning of the “heart.” Here roars the battle-hungry Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the self-proclaimed king among panthers, driven by instinct and pride. And at the center of it all stands Velkior Dazciel—reborn amidst Hollows and forged by survival—commanding not a reckless horde, but a calculated, hierarchically structured Arrancar force built upon power, loyalty, and evolution. With characterizations grounded firmly in Tite Kubo’s canon, power systems faithful to Hollow and Arrancar lore, and strategies worthy of Hueco Mundo’s ruthless hierarchy, this is a Bleach fanfiction that respects its source material while daring to explore untrodden paths. A story of ambition, identity, and the cost of transcendence—set beneath the eternal moon of Las Noches.
ShiroTL · 2.3k Views

272 Days Until...

Existence has already ended once. By something that was not even “something” in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten. But what comes after absolute nulity? Affirmation. Endless, reasonless affirmation. An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence. After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without dissolving into everything. From that Will, Anathasia was born. — Kyle. A boy worn thin by expectations that were never truly his own. Misunderstood, overestimated, and exhausted from a life spent pleasing everyone but himself. After graduation, he leaves his quiet countryside home behind, hoping a distant university might finally offer him peace. Instead, the city offers him something far stranger than loneliness. Waiting inside the house meant to be his new beginning is a girl he has never met. Serene, unfamiliar, and wrong in ways he cannot quite name. She does not feel human. And she isn’t very good at pretending to be. She asks if she can live with him. Reluctant and too kind to refuse, Kyle agrees. Unaware that he has just welcomed into his life something far older than history, and far greater than existence itself. She is not merely otherworldly. She is an existence that should not care about human hearts at all. An Outer God wearing a fragile disguise, observing a species she was never meant to touch. But through cohabitation, and with time, Anathasia begins to reveal the truth. About reality. About the end that once was. And about Kyle’s connection to the silence that remained. Until the day he finally understands everything. Her, himself, and the affirmation that holds existence together. [DISCLAIMER] This is a work of fiction set in a version of modern-day Earth. While real-world locations, historical events, cultures, and mythologies may be referenced, they are depicted in a fictionalized manner for storytelling purposes. All characters, interpretations, and narratives are products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, beyond historical figures, is purely coincidental.
Nonexistencenova · 22.3k Views