Bloody Monday Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or something else was coming to who knows who"s lives. That can only be known at the next chapter of their life. Bloody Red Moon: The Alpha Twins Male Luna I -End

Mingyu's POV (Detective/ Celine's bestfriend) Dino and I are eating hot noodles in a ramen shop. While slurping, I noticed the paperbag beside him. So out of curiosity, which I wished I didn't had this time, I pointed it and asked, "What is that?" "Ah, my dad asked me to buy these," he replied. "Books?" "No. Manga. Living no Matsunaga-san volume 8." I almost choke the noodles that were already inside my throat. If I failed, those noodles might went through the wrong tube and slipped down from my nose.

someone screams. But Jamie's not attacking. She's using Elena's size against her. Runs under her. Between her legs. Too small and fast to catch. Gets behind her. Where the neck meets the shoulder. The weak point Meredith showed her. Dragon bone blade raised. One shot. One chance. She jumps. Higher than human should. Dragon magic enhancing. The blade drives into the weak point. Deep. Through scales. Through crystallized essence. Elena roars. Not pain. Shock. "How... that's impossible..." She shifts back to human. The blade still embedded.

Not outward. Upward. The pulse came from beneath the spring, yes—but it wasn’t pushing through the castle’s bones. It was climbing toward the surface. Fast. The parchment trembled. The ink blurred. And for one flickering second, I felt it. Not the castle. The thing beneath the castle. Alive. Awake. And absolutely delighted. I gasped and tore my fingers away from the circle, the connection snapping so hard it left sparks skittering across the stone. “What the hell,” I breathed, staring at the map.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

The primordial aura it released crushed everyone mercilessly. Yoren was forced back a step. Someone slammed into him from the side—or rather, shoved him. Yoren’s body swayed slightly before stabilising again. He stood perfectly upright once more just as an extremely faint scent reached his nose, making every instinct inside him tense instantly. Yoren reflexively lowered his gaze. His eyes widened immediately when he spotted a smear of blood on his hand. It was not his blood. He was not injured. The Beast’s deafening roar thundered out the next second. Its deafening roar made Yoren look up again.

“Go without me. The next volume of the Purple Dawn manga finally came out and it even has a handwritten signature from Hoshino Nozomi herself. I have to read it.” “I can’t believe that you’re my brother.” Ryosuke said and sighs. “Fine but you better be done by the time I come back.” Ryosuke then left while Cai Kang went inside to read. He is a complete nerd when it comes to this kind of stuff. Purple Dawn is his favorite because it has an interesting plot, romance and development. It’s not popular but it is quite an amusing read. Due to his short attention span, he finds the pictures satisfying enough to understand the story. He was taught to not like things considered feminine or unnecessar

Neu and Hikari then started it. Hikari started it by sketching a manga and Neu started to modify it to better meanwhile Nimura was watching over them and tell them if there was any problem. (I would like to put some samples based on what did I do back then, but I can't put the picture. Maybe you can watch the sample that of manga that I made by myself on tapas by searching the book name. 'monster hunter story -the returns-'. There was a novel version in W*****d. The story was written by me in 2019)

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

Albert smiled as he dug his nails in deeper. “Three.” I sighed, lowering my pinky. “Jonathan, go get some popcorn and drizzle some chocolate on it. I need a snack if I’m going to enjoy watching a murder.” Persephone chuckled, though she was likely serious. Miyazaki realized what kind of predicament his little boss put him in. Bloodmoon is feared for a reason. We may live peacefully, but if there’s going to be bloodshed, every pack member is all in. We don’t shy away from killing when it’s necessary. We’re the pack you never want to play the fuck around and find out game with. Miyazaki was here to fuck around, and now it’s time to find out.