(This story was written before SCP-166's File was changed on the website) SCP-166 (The Teenage Succubus): SCP-166 appears to be a female human in her mid to late teens, of average height and slender build. Medical and physiological analysis indicates several deviations from baseline human norms, including accelerated hair growth (approximately 20cm per month), vulnerability to airborne particulate matter such as cigarette smoke and aerosols (which can induce symptoms similar to an acute asthma attack), increased sensitivity to pressure ulcers, and alterations in dietary requirements. SCP-166 is noted for her unusual effect upon human males. Upon establishing visual contact with SCP-166, 100% of human males tested attempted immediate sexual contact, regardless of their normal sexual orientation. In approximately 70% of these test subjects, the impulse faded after being removed from SCP-166's presence. In 30% of these cases, however, the desire turned into obsession, resulting in violent attempts to gain access to SCP-166. Class-A amnestics were efficacious in 43% of these cases; the remainder required termination. SCP-166's effect on males causes her a large amount of distress. For this reason and others, contact between her and any human male is strictly prohibited, but is tested weekly with different types of males. Only women are allowed to engage and work with SCP-166. Testing went on as usual, until one day...

"The army was what I wanted to do in life, who knew it would lead to this." He said, bitter sweet. Their sat a man I've been attempting to track down ever since he put a gun to my head all those years ago. Low and behold, he was worth the wait. Having knowledge and first hand experiences with our enemy, The White Masks, that was unheard of elsewhere. A unique man nonetheless who could tell you stories of his past for hours on end and you'd always learn something new. However, it should be said, something is askew with him. The way he speaks, the way he moves, the way he acts, even the look in his eyes... He's unstable. From or by what, I'm unsure. It could be the insecurity of his scars that plauge ever inch of his body? Past knowledge of something he shouldn't know? Some herrendoius PTSD that keeps him up at night? For all I know he inteads to take it to the grave, but one can hope otherwise. I hope he will become more of an asset then anything. Four years of constant belligerent war... It's time to end this, And The Devils Angel is the key. Or as he rather be called, Redeemer. I welcome you to Team Rainbow- Six.

Y/N was born longer after the bombs fell, after atomic fire scorched the earth, and mankind brought itself to the brink of extinction. He grew up in Goodsprings, a tiny town that his parents had settled in after years of aimless wondering. As he matured Y/N did everything he could to help and support the town and became accustomed to the daily toil. However all of that and more was flipped on it's head when Vector, the town robot, pulled a women out of a shallow grave.

During the hunt for the last Corrupted angel, the Reaper and the Corrupted Angel stumbled upon a human realm by accident as the Reaper finishes off the Angel before it could resurrect Absalom, the Reaper now rest in the human realm as he soon encounters some new friends and possibly even more.

What If the Grim Reaper never showed a good side of him? What if the student of the Magic Academy, Louise never summoned him by accident? In this story, A man named Roman Torchwick has fallen after his death in his own home world... And after years of Serving the Dead King... He is granted entrance to the Well of Souls to wish a second life... But when he meets the Soul Consumer... He won't go alone this time. This is a "What If" where you, The Grim Reaper will take over Remnant as you bathe in the blood of your victim!

(Y/n), a Pyromancer, gets a harem made up of superhero's and villains.

Meet James. He is the last member of his family but right now he could care less. despite all the lifes his family has saved he and his family were casted out of society. Now he hides behind a mask as he fights monsters and demons. follow his story as he saves all he can.

"You must run," Helen choked, blood dripping from her mouth and eyes. "The book has chosen you so you must keep it safe." "I can't," Nomi cried, shoving the leather bound curse away from her. "Give it to Charity or Florence. They know how to defend it. They know what to do." "Goddess help us all, I wish I could," she scowled. "But it chose you. It sees something in you nobody ever will, so take the damned thing and run. We'll give you cover." Nomi grasped the book, her nails digging into it's frayed leather. "Where do I go?" "Anywhere but here. You're the Keeper now. Do your job." Nomi clenched her teeth, nodded at the doomed witch, and ran towards the docks. --- Nomi was never meant to be anyone, and she knew it. But, after disaster strikes her coven, Nomi Castellanos is forced to flee with the future of all witches in her hands. Without any destination in mind, she stows away on an outgoing pirate ship where fate's wheels throw her to the mercy of the storm, once again.

{ This book is now published on Amazon } It use to be a rare thing. Seeing a female werewolf. It was almost like their were no such thing. But now female werewolves have the same population as males. Except for Lycans. Their has only ever been two female Lycans in history. Alvery Fabre was the first ever female Lycan. She and her mate George Rosai had a daughter. Only their daughter is the most powerful werewolf on the planet. For both of her parents were Lycans. Her name is Della Rosai. The female Lycan Highest Ranking in Romance #1 Werewolf #6 Mystery #8 ~ Cover By Cookiies_and_Cream ~ { Thank You }