Space Fantasy Manga

Eren wakes up in a familiar city, but something feels wrong. The road he walks every day is still there. His old apartment still stands. But no one can see him. He calls out to people. No one responds. He looks at himself in the mirror—his reflection is blurred, as if he never existed. As night falls, Eren discovers something far worse: Others like him—those who were forgotten—are emerging from the shadows. And they are staring straight at him.
He gave the dying woman the body of a succubus and immortal life, Japanese manga style,
A young witch tries to hide from the Inquisition in a dark forest
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
inside a house around the years of Christianity where he died and was depressed for not having received his power from God, and became the failure of the family, everyone was disappointed by him but not his sister Gika who however did not tell him and kept it to herself
كيدو هو شاب عادي يعيش حياة فاشلة ومليئة بالإحباط، يشعر أنه غير مهم ولا يملك أي هدف. في يوم غامض، ينتقل فجأة إلى عالم آخر قاسٍ تحكمه قوانين القوة والرتب. في هذا العالم، لا يُعامل كبطل مختار، بل كشخص ضعيف في أدنى طبقة، مهدد بالموت في أي لحظة. مع مرور الوقت، يكتشف كيدو أنه يمتلك قدرة خفية لا يراها الآخرون — نظام غامض يمنحه فرصًا للتطور كلما واجه خطرًا حقيقيًا أو اقترب من الموت. بينما يصعد تدريجيًا بين طبقات القوة، يبدأ في كشف أسرار هذا العالم، ويكتشف أن نقله لم يكن صدفة، بل جزء من مخطط أكبر مرتبط بكيان مجهول يراقبه منذ البداية. القصة تركز على تطور كيدو النفسي قبل قوته الجسدية، وصراعه بين رغبته في البقاء وخوفه من أن يصبح وحشًا مثل هذا العالم
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
Hace cinco milenios, el equilibrio era perfecto. Los humanos, elfos y semihumanos compartían el mundo terrenal, mientras los dioses y espíritus observaban su paz desde el plano astral.
Can you please generate me a manga where a man finds a strange bow that is identical to the ones of a sylveon. The man picks it up and puts it in his hair. This triggers a slow and gradual transformation where he grows fur, a tail and becomes a girl. It finishes with the guy being a human and sylveon hybrid.
дуут уулын бэлд галт тэрэг ирэхэд нар дээгүүр гарч, гэрлээр уулын оройг гэрэлтүүлж байв. Куро буудал дээр бууж, эргэн тойрноо хартал асар олон хүн цугларчээ. Залуучууд, хөгшчүүл, эрэгтэй, эмэгтэй - бүгд нэг зорилгын төлөө цугласан байв. ZETRO-д элсэх гэж. Тэр олны дунд зогсоод, сургуулийн байрыг харав. Дуут уулын оройд байрлах зургаан ханатай тэр ордон, гахайлтай уран хийцтэй, асар том, сүрлэг харагдаж байв. Гурван мянган километрээс илүү замыг туулж ирсэн нь үнэ цэнэтэй гэдгийг Куро тэр мөчид мэдрэв. "Куро!" Тэр гэнэт эргэн хартал. Олны дундаас нэгэн залуу түүн рүү гүйж ирж байв. Цайлган царай, гэрэлтэх нүд, танил инээмсэглэл. "Сүбэ!" гэж Куро гайхширан дуудав. Тэр Куротэй хамт өссөж, хамт бэлтгэл хийж, хамт мөрөөдсөн хамгийн сайн найз нь юм. Сүбэ түүн дээр ирээд, мөрөн дээр нь алгадаад, "Чамтай энд таарна гэж төсөөлсөнгүй шүү! Чи ч гэсэн шалгалт өгөхөөр ирсэн биз?" гэж хөгжилтэйгээр асуув. Куро толгой дохин, "Тийм ээ. Энэ сургуульд орж чадвал миний бишээ бидний ирээдүйд том амжилт болно" гэв. Тэд ярилцаж байх зуур, сургуулийн том хаалга нээгдэв. Анир Чимээгүй тэр дороо бүх зүйлийг бүрхэв. Хаалганаас гарч ирсэн гурван хүн тэр л чимээгүй байдлыг авчирсан юм. Тэд нэлээн хөгшин бөгөөд 90 дөхөж явааг хэн ч хараад мэдхээр тийм л хөгшин байв Гэхдээ тэдний биеэс цацрах шидийн энерги нь хүнийг хөнгхөн алж мэдхээр хүчтэй байлаа. Тэдний өмнө зогсох төдийд л агаар хүндэрч, амьсгал давчдах мэдрэмж төрж зарим хүмүүс айж сандралдна. "Тэд хэн бэ?" гэж Куро шивнэн асуув. Түүний дуу хоолойд айдас, гайхшрал догдлол холилдсон байлаа. Хажууд нь зогсож байсан нэгэн залуу тэднийг хүндэтгэсэн дуугаар хариулав. Түүний нүдэнд бишрэл тодорч "Тэд бол ZETRO-гийн Гурван Багана гэх хүндэт цолтой хамгаалагчид юм. Бүгд Primus түвшний есдүгээр зэрэглэлийн шидтэн. Баруун талынх нь Циту, зүүн талынх нь Сэту, голынх нь Чой. Сургуулийн захиралтай хүчээрээ дөхөх хэмжээнийх ч гэгддэг. Тэр амьсгаа аван үргэлжлүүлэв. "Тэд бүгд Меридиан тивд нэрээ дуурсгасан хүчирхэг эзэд. Энгийн нэг настан биш. Primus түвшин гэхээр л хэр их эрх мэдэл, эд баялаг, хүндэтгэл хүлээдэг гэдгийг хэлүүлэлтгүй мэдэж болно. Тэдний нэг үг л Meridian тивийн улсуудад хүчтэй нөлөөлж чадна." Шидийн хүчний түвшин: 1. Новис — Суурь түвшин 2. Куорус — Дунд түвшин 3. Конос — Дээд түвшин 4. Элвис — Мастер түвшин 5. Примус — Домогт түвшин Сүбэ гайхан, нүдээ томруулан "Примус түвшин?! Энгийн шалгалтанд яагаад ийм хүчирхэг хүмүүс гарч ирсэн юм бэ? Энэ шалгалт ямар нэгэн онцгой зүйл байх нь..." гэж бодон, дотроо таамаглал дэвшүүлэв. Түүний зүрх хүчтэй цохилж, алган дээр хүйтэн хөлс гарч эхлэв. Гэнэт голын настан Чой урагш алхав. Тэр хэнгэрэг хаграм чанга дуугаар хэлэхдээ: Өнөөдөр бол ZETRO сургууль байгуулагдсаны 900 жилийн ой. Энэ өдөр бид сургуулиа шинэчлэх, хүчирхэг сурагчид, багш нарыг элсүүлэн, хүрээгээ тэлэх зорилгоор онцгой шалгалт зохион байгуулж байна. Гэхдээ Энэ бол зүгээр нэг сорил биш, харин амьд үлдэх тэмцэл. "Тэр олныг хүйтэн харцаар гүйлгэн харав. "Сургуулийн баруун уулын Хавцалт хөндий агуйд цагаан гэрэлт талст бий. Арав хоногийн дотор хамгийн түрүүлж авчирсан нэг хүн шууд гуравдугаар шатны сурагч болно. Гэвч агуй дотор та нарыг зуу зуун сүүдрийн араатан, эртний хараал голем хүлээж байгаа. Хэрэв та нар агуйн амсрыг нэгэнт давбал, буцах зам үүрд хаагдах болно. Зөвхөн талстыг олсон эсвэл үхсэн хүн л тэндээс гарна. Амь насаа хайрлаж байгаа бол одоохон буц!" Олны дунд айдас хүйдэс нөмрөв. Хүмүүс хоорондоо шивнэлдэж, "Хараалт голем гэсэн үү энд байх боломжтой гэжүү" Настангын ярсан амьтдыг Куро эргэн харж сүбэгээс асуутал Сүбэгийн духан дундуур хүйтэн хөлс цувж айдас нүүрэнд нь тодорсон байв. Сүбэ хэлэхдээ "Энэ энгийн голем биш өөрийн гэсэн оюун ухаан шидийн чадвартай бас бидэн шиг north түвшний хүмүүст ямарч ялах боломж байхгүй дор хаяж konus эсвэл elvis түвшнийх байх хэрэгтэй Сүбэгийн хэлсэн зүйлсийн сонссон хажууд байсан хүмүүс алмайран зарим нь эргэлзэж эхлэв. Аажмаар хүмүүс буцаж эхлэн. Цугласан олны тал орчим нь 10 хан минутын дотор амьд үлдэх сүүлчийн боломжоо ашиглан буцан одов. Ийм хүчирхэг хүн анхааруулсан нь зүгээр нэг сүрдүүлэг биш гэдгийг тэд зөнгөөрөө мэдэрсэн биз.Харин үлдсэн 40,000 орчим хүн шийдэмгий зогсож байв. Тэдний дунд Куро, Сүбэ нар байлаа. Тэдний нэг, хол зогссон залуу буцсан хүмүүс рүү жигтэй хараад "Арчаагүй сул дорой амьтад" гэж шивнэв. .Чой эхэл гэсэн дохиог хэлэхтэй зэрэгцэн, үлдсэн дөчин мянга гаруй бүх хүн агуй руу гүйв. Куро Сүбэ рүү харан одооч буцах боломж байна гэрлүүгээ хоосон харьхуу эсвэл надтай цуг амжилтын төлөө агуйруу орхуу гэж сэтгэл шулуудан хэлхэд. Сүбэ жуумалзан "Новш гэж бид үххэндээ " гэж хэлээд гүйж эхлэв Куроч түүнийг гүйхийг хараад инээмсгэл тодруулсаар араас нь гүйнэ. Агуйн амсарт хүрэхэд харанхуй тэднийг угтаж авав. Куро дотогш ормогцоо л энд зөвхөн харанхуй төдийгүй ямар нэгэн амьд оршихуй байгааг мэдрэв. Агуйн хананаас шидийн энергийн үл мэдэгдэх лугшилт түүний биеийг чичиргээнд оруулав.Гэнэт тэдний ард асар том чулуун агуй нуран хаагдаж, агуйн амсар битүүмжлэгдэв. Буцах зам үгүй боллоо.Агуйн гүн рүү явах тусам хананы өнгө өөрчлөгдөж, хачирхалтай тэмдэг, бичээсүүд харагдах болов. Куро цүнхнээсээ жижиг гэрэлт чулуу гаргаж ирээд, сүбэд өгөн гэрэлтүүлэв. Гэнэт тэсрэх мэт чимээ гаран, ханан дээрх бичээсүүд гэрэлтэж эхлэв. Агуй чичирч, дээрээс нь чулуунууд унаж эхлэв. "Гүй!" гэж Куро орилин, Сүбэгийн араас түлхэн урагш гүйв.Тэд гүйх тусам агуйн хана өөрчлөгдөж, шинэ гарцууд нээгдэж, хуучнууд хаагдаж байв. Эцэст нь тэд нэгэн том талбайд ирэв. Тэнд цагаан гэрэлтэй талст байв. Харин түүний өмнө асар том хар Сүүдэрийн араатан зогсож Куро Сүбэ хоёр луу шүлсээ гожуулан удаанаар ойртож эхлнэ. "Холд эндээс яв зайл" гэж Сүбэ айсандаа чичирсэн хоолойгоор хэлэв. . Гэнэн араатны биеэс хар утаа гарч, агаарт хорт хий мэт тархаж байлаа. .Куро, Сүбэ хоёр хажуу гүйж зайлсхийв. Сүбэ айж байсан ч, зориг гаргах ёстойгоо мэдэж байв. Тэр нүдээ аниад, өөрийн бие доторх шидийн энергийг мэдрэхийг хичээв. Түүний бие дулаацаж, гарт нь уран хийцтэй хар өнгийн жад бий болов. Сүбэ жадаа өргөж, хар дүрс рүү дайрахад асар их тэсрэлт цацарч, хар дүрс орилж, ууршиж алга болов.Талбай дээр зөвхөн Куро, Сүбэ, мөн цагаан гэрэлтэй талст үлдэв. Сүбэ талстыг барьсаар урагш алхан шалгатал агуй гэнэт нурж, Куро Сүбэ хоёрыг салагчив. Асар том хад тэдний дундуур унаж, замыг нь бүрмөсөн хаав."Чи зүгээр үү, Куро?" гэж Сүбэ нилээн хэдэн минут бахирлаа. Тэр найзыгаа чулуунд даруулчихсан гэж бодон сандран ухах гэж оролдтол хаданд зураас ч гаргахгүй байлаа. Энэ бол энгийн чулуу биш, шидийн хаалт байв. Гэтэл нөгөө талаас Курогийн сулхан дуу сонсогдов. "Би зүгээр ээ... сая чулуунд цохиулаад ухаан алдчихаж."Сүбэ "Новш гэж, энэ агуй биднийг салгаж байна. Нэг талст зөвхөн нэг л хүнд зориулагдсан бололтой" гэж хэлэв.Куро инээмсэглэн, "Сүбэ, чи явж бай. Би аргалж байгаад заавал өөр талст олоод очих болно. Бид ZETRO-д уулзах ёстой шүү" гэв.Сүбэ агуйн нөгөө талаас "Заавал эргэж ирээрэй! Ирэхгүй бол хогчин шүү!" гэж хэлэн, найзуудын зам ийнхүү салав. Куро харанхуй агуйн гүн рүү, өөрийнхөө сорилт руу ганцаар алхав.
A cinematic wide shot of a bustling, rain-drenched metropolis at night. Massive skyscraper-sized gears turn slowly in the background, illuminated by jagged bolts of lightning and the toxic glow of neon ramen signs. In the center of the frame, a lone, hooded figure—a lean anthropomorphic wolf—walks through a crowd of indifferent pedestrians. The "camera" is at a high angle, making the character look small against the overwhelming scale of the mechanical city. The series title, SENSHI GA KATSU, is etched across the top in bold, sharp-edged typography.
A young man with grey hair and blue-yellow iris eyes. He is wearing a black suit holding a gun and in the background the whole forest on fire. He is looking at us through his side eyes
A multi-racial, scripture-based world where power is finite and taken through conflict—following a hybrid swordsman rising from rejection to carve out his own place.
Un terreno desolado y destruido, lleno de fuego y llamas, en blanco y negro
Panel 1 (Full-width splash, establishing shot) Wide exterior view of Blackspire Keep at night, snow falling gently. A lone rider (Lady Seraphine in dark cloak) approaches the gates on horseback. Caption (top): "Midnight. The eve of his nameday." SFX: clip-clop… clip-clop… Panel 2 (Medium shot) Seraphine dismounts in the courtyard. Servants scatter in fear at her expression—eyes narrowed, lips pressed thin. Close-up inset on her face: subtle disgust already flickering. Thought bubble (small): …I only wished to surprise him. Panel 3 (Tall vertical panel) Seraphine strides down a torch-lit corridor, riding crop dangling loosely. Her boots echo. Background: shadows stretch long. SFX: thud… thud… thud… Panel 4 (Wide panel, door POV) The heavy solar door creaks open. Warm candlelight pours out. Foreground: Seraphine's silhouette in the doorway, cloak billowing slightly. Inside: chaotic bed scene just visible—bare limbs, tangled sheets, laughter frozen mid-breath. Panel 5 (Large panel, reveal) Full interior shot of the decadent bedroom: massive four-poster bed, candles guttering, furs and silks strewn everywhere. Center: Fat Lord Fortinbras sprawled naked, belly shining with sweat, surrounded by four equally naked noblewomen (two mother-daughter pairs: Mirene & Celine Varnholt; Elira & Lyssia Drayce). They freeze, eyes wide in horror. Under the bed: two more half-hidden girls in shifts, peeking out in terror. SFX: gasp! Panel 6 (Close-up on Seraphine) Tight on her face—eyes half-lidded, upper lip curled in revulsion. No shout. Just quiet, visceral disgust. A single bead of sweat rolls down her temple (not from anger—from sheer distaste). Thought bubble: …This… is what my husband chooses. Panel 7 (Medium group shot) The women scramble in panic: sheets tear, bare feet slap stone, arms cover themselves. Mirene clutches fabric; Celine bolts; Elira drags her daughter. The two under-bed girls crawl out, red-faced, fleeing past Seraphine like rats. Background: Fortinbras wheezes, trying to sit up, belly jiggling pathetically. Panel 8 (Over-the-shoulder from Seraphine) She stands motionless. View past her shoulder: the fleeing women disappear down the hall. Fortinbras in foreground, small and ridiculous on the ruined bed, mouth open in excuse. His speech bubble (stammering): "S-Seraphine… my love… this is—" Panel 9 (Extreme close-up on Seraphine) Her eyes only—cold, contemptuous pupils reflecting candle flames. No dialogue. Just a slow, deliberate blink of disgust. SFX: soft … Panel 10 (Medium shot) Seraphine steps forward one pace. She reaches out slowly and plucks a long auburn hair (Mirene's) from his damp chest. Holds it up between thumb and forefinger like something diseased. Her expression: lip curled further, nostrils slightly flared. Panel 11 (Tight two-shot) Close on Fortinbras's face—sweat pouring, small eyes darting, pleading. Inset panel (small): Seraphine's mouth, corners turned down in pure revulsion. Her dialogue (quiet, flat): "You are… disgusting." Panel 12 (Full-page splash, final blow) Seraphine turns her back and walks out, cloak swirling. The door begins to close behind her. Foreground: Fortinbras alone on the wrecked bed, naked, small, surrounded by cooling candles and the stench of his own excess. His face: crumpled in shame. Background fades to black around the edges. Caption (bottom, small text): She feels no fury. Only nausea. SFX: click (door shutting) (End scene.)
Panel 1 Wide shot: A dark noble bedchamber lit only by a dying hearth. The massive shape of Lord Michael Fortinbras lies asleep in the background, half-buried in blankets, his loud snoring filling the room. In the foreground, the Woodcutter Girl and the Priestess Concubine lie awake, staring into the darkness. SFX: GRRRHHH… KHHH… Caption: The lord slept soundly. Panel 2 Closer shot: The woodcutter lies stiffly on her side, eyes open, face tired and hollow. Woodcutter (small text): “…Are you awake?” Panel 3 Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly on the pillow, eyes half-lidded, calm but worn. Priestess: “Yes.” Panel 4 Two-shot: The woodcutter hesitates, clutching the blanket near her chest. The priestess watches her quietly. Woodcutter: “Do you still believe?” Priestess: “…In what?” Panel 5 Woodcutter close-up: Pain and anger mix on her face. Woodcutter: “In God.” “In justice.” “In anything beyond this room.” Panel 6 Woodcutter continues, eyes wet but hard: The shadow of Fortinbras looms blurry in the background. Woodcutter: “We are brought here whenever he desires.” “He sleeps like a king.” “And we lie here like we are nothing.” “So tell me…” “What kind of God sees that and says nothing?” Panel 7 Priestess close-up: Her face turns solemn, almost haunted. Priestess: “There was a time…” “I would have answered you easily.” “I would have said suffering has purpose.” “That heaven sees all.” “That justice waits beyond mortal reach.” Panel 8 Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark ceiling. Candlelight catches her tired eyes. Priestess: “But words like that are easier to speak in a temple…” “…than in a lord’s bedchamber.” Panel 9 Woodcutter sits up slightly, expression sharpening with bitterness. Woodcutter: “Then God is weak.” Panel 10 Priestess turns to look directly at her. Priestess: “Or distant.” “Or silent.” “Or perhaps men simply commit evil…” “…and call it fate so they need not fear judgment.” Panel 11 Two-shot: The woodcutter looks shaken, but intent. The priestess remains composed. Woodcutter: “Then we are powerless.” “Even with God.” Priestess: “For now.” “Faith does not break locks.” “It does not stop cruel men.” “The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for the moment it shifts.” Panel 12 Final wide panel: Fortinbras remains asleep in the background, snoring like some vast beast. In the foreground, the priestess stares into the dark with grim resolve, while the woodcutter lies beside her, silent and thinking. SFX: GRRRHHH… Priestess: “Do not mistake silence for approval.” “The heavens may be silent…” “…but silence is not surrender.” Caption: And so the night passed beneath the weight of one man’s power… and the fragile refusal of two women to let despair become truth.
A man with his hair tied back, wearing a white t-shirt with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and blue sneakers is called Mizaki. After playing basketball, he returns home and uncovers a mysterious crystal that gives him power, right after that, the government calls him for he annual team vs team death fight.
Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1) Description: What if an object's last memory was your own death? Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions. His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself. Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory? Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.
A group of adventurers, tired of exploring forgotten ruins and places with no real challenges, end up discovering ancient accounts of a place avoided by everyone: a dark forest, shrouded in mystery and marked by a terrifying history. They say that anyone who ventures there never returns — disappearing without a trace. Driven by curiosity and a desire to experience something different, they decide to explore the so-called Silent Forest, believing it will be just another extraordinary adventure. However, what begins as a simple expedition soon turns into a deadly nightmare, where the forest seems to watch every step, every decision... and every mistake. Now, trapped in a hostile environment full of secrets, the adventurers must uncover the mysteries of the place, solve enigmas, and face their own fears in an attempt to escape.
jujutsu kaisen, new character, whit ddark aura, entrance
PAGE 1 – SPLASH Wide establishing shot of Driftwood at night. Cozy tavern lights glow in the foreground, Fracture scar pulsing faintly in the purple sky above the town. Caption box top left: "In a fractured world, old friends sometimes find each other again… usually right before everything goes to hell."
A large buff older man get transported to another world and uses his wrestling skills to become the demon king
A 19‑year‑old male named Kalric Kessler. Medium‑long wavy dark brown hair, piercing black eyes (natural black, no glow). He is sitting in a low, grounded pose — feet planted wide apart, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his lower torso. His posture is relaxed but intimidating, like a predator waiting for prey. His expression is cold, unreadable, and quietly menacing — a calm “what’s next?” look that carries no fear, no hesitation, only the quiet certainty that whatever comes, he will handle it. His eyes are sharp, focused, almost emotionless, as if calculating several moves ahead. The camera angle is slightly low, looking up at him, making him appear larger, more imposing, and deeply unsettling. He wears a simple black academy robe with minimal gold trim or subtle details (no hat/hood), over a plain white shirt. The background is dark and empty, amplifying his presence. The lighting is dramatic, with sharp contrasts and deep shadows, emphasizing the hard lines of his face and the stillness of his posture.
an world called inkvania is stripped of color, the main protagonist, ink boy and his friends an hyper realistic robox like a human with lots of extantions to himself like rockets, guns ect and 1900 iq person than fixed the robox, trained him and got a title by the gods and fix an litaral UNFIXABLE part of the robot in his... yea
Panel 1 (Top Panel – Close-Up): Extreme close-up of a muscular male manga warrior’s lower face. It is a freezing snowy environment. His breath is visible as cold vapor/smoke coming from his mouth. Snowflakes are lightly falling. Part of his long, spiky hair is visible. The mood is cold, tense, and silent before battle. High detail on the breath vapor and shadows. Panel 2 (Bottom Panel – Wide Shot): A dramatic wide shot from behind the same warrior (back view). He stands alone in a vast snowy battlefield. He holds a sword in one hand. In front of him, an enormous army (hundreds to thousands of soldiers) is charging toward him aggressively. The soldiers look small compared to him to emphasize scale. Add motion lines and depth to show the army rushing forward. The warrior stands firm and fearless.
Alaa is a slim, young man of eighteen, with short black hair, round metal glasses, and light brown skin. He floats high in the dark sky wearing a loose black hoodie with a red villain's logo. He raises his right hand, holding a ball.
Full color manga panels. No text, no speech bubbles. A tall man (Frost) stands in front of a young wolf-girl in a snowy mountain pass. He gently places his hands on her shoulders, calm and composed despite the storm. She looks up at him, tense but relieved. They walk side by side through the snow toward a small wooden cabin hidden between mountains. Warm light glows from inside, contrasting with the cold blue environment. Snow falls softly around them. Near the cabin, beside a natural hot spring, Frost begins removing his heavy winter cloak and outer clothing, preparing to enter the warm water. Steam rises into the cold air. The wolf-girl stands nearby with her arms crossed, slightly pouting and visibly upset. She watches him closely, her tail moving subtly behind her, showing hidden emotion and expectation.
gojo vs sukuna
A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum with her likeness intact.
une jeune gacon rentre de l'école sous la pluie et découvre un cube noir qui flotte puis après un flache rouge, son bras droit est devenu noir avec le signe d'yeux rouge sur la paume de la mains. et des scientifique cherche a récupéré ce cube donc le garçon
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.” In color
A girl is running in the forest while the full moon is shinning, she looks at the moon and starts transformimg into a werewolf step by step.
As “The Everything “(who is the creator and the destroyer) splits its body into small fractions, it goes into a deep slumber. These small fractions became 7 young girls with different powers and abilites at the cost of their own loyalty as they must now watch and guard the multiverse/omniverse from both good and evil dispersing within all the realms to maintain balance. they were called "The Himes" however...it seems like while these were born...an 8th hime was created from the remains of the everything´s carcass. This girl had no body of her own and was at first emotionless, yet after being defeated by the protagonist. The Truth absorbed her and sent her into the abyss...where there she became self aware...came back stronger then ever and trapped Truth into his own game. she has now come back for revenge against the mightest of gods Her name is "Z" she wears a dress that goes slightly below her knees and is dark purple and gray, She also has dark purple socks, a red bow, and black dress shoes. She wears a hat with two slits in the front, where her two bangs come out, the rest of her hair being tied in a ponytail her hair is pink and her her eyes are white and black. her cloak color is grey.
Lux Aster, a young mage with latent potential, awakens his Light magic into Celestial level magic. After surviving an encounter with the Supreme Primordial Erebo, an ancient embodiment of Primordial darkness. Instead of being consumed, Lux inherits fragment of Erebo's power. By fusing light and darkness, he achieve Astral Eclipse – a forbidden state where opposing energies exist as one.
orn Between Realms — Volume I: The Man Who Should Not Exist is a character-driven shōnen fantasy set in a cultivation-based world where essence flows invisibly through all living things and power is determined not by brute strength but by control, compression, and intent within a rigid, political hierarchy of nations, bloodlines, mentors, and elite academies. At its center is Elias, a reincarnated anomaly whose consciousness survived death through an AI entity named Axiom, sacrificing portions of his emotional memory to preserve his core identity. Beginning at age eight and progressing toward his entrance into an elite academy at fourteen, Elias evolves from a heavy, emotionally suppressed child burdened by fragmented memories into a jovial, mischievous, strategically playful prodigy who values understanding over dominance. Lean, long-limbed, slightly above average in height, with soft black hair falling over deep gray eyes that sharpen with focus and warm when he smiles, Elias carries a quiet pressure in combat—an aura that commands without noise. Guided by loving, emotionally present parents—his grounded hunter father and perceptive, essence-sensitive mother—he resolves his grief not by reclaiming what was lost but by choosing what remains, while training under mentors both real and augmented through Axiom’s ethical-limited tactical support. As he approaches academy life—structured by dark silver-trimmed uniforms, floating platforms, courtyard duels, social factions, and talent politics—his journey blends high-stakes growth, slice-of-life tension, psychological identity themes, and a slow-burn three-member harem composed of a rational strategist, a fierce competitor, and a mysterious girl tied to deeper instability beneath the cultivation system. With clean, cinematic shōnen visual energy and subtle seinen undertones, the story explores identity after loss, power versus responsibility, control versus chaos, and the strength of family as the anchor that keeps a boy who should not exist from becoming something the world cannot contain.
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.”
Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant.
Make up a manga where people draw power from their hate for another some power manifest as a complex but powerful thing but other may be just a sword with a lot of unique abilities, but there are monsters who feed off that power and mix version of the hate they ate into their own power
a man who find lots of woman in the dungeon and takes them in
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
Mor'Thul Prison. A plant sized prison that holds powerful entities from being loose to cause harm or wreak the universe.
Katyka tenía seis años y todavía dormía con los pies descubiertos. En la penumbra de su habitación, la noche parecía contener la respiración. Las paredes, pintadas en tonos suaves azul y rosa, se veían deslavadas, como si un amanecer se hubiera quedado atrapado ahí y se negara a avanzar. La cama baja estaba revuelta, con una manta hecha bolita cerca de los pies y un peluche boca abajo, mirando al vacío. Sobre la mesita de noche, libros de dibujos con esquinas dobladas y hojas arrugadas se amontonaban alrededor de una caja de crayones abierta. La ventana estaba entreabierta. Por la rendija entraba un aire frío que hacía bailar la cortina. Más allá, clavada en el cielo, brillaba una estrella distinta a las demás: una luz de plata, fija, alerta. La Estrella de Plata. Katy soñaba. En su sueño, el cielo no era cielo, sino un espejo oscuro. Sobre él, siete lunas flotaban alineadas en perfecta quietud, como cuentas en un hilo invisible. Cada luna tenía un símbolo grabado en su superficie, tan nítido que parecía dibujado con luz: La primera, un fuego que se retorcía sin consumir nada. La segunda, un copo de hielo, fractal e imposible. La tercera, una pluma suspendida en caída eterna. La cuarta, una garra curvada, afilada, casi viva. La quinta, una lágrima que nunca terminaba de caer. La sexta, una sombra sin forma, como un borrón vivo. La séptima, un símbolo hecho de ondas, como un canto congelado. Las siete lunas giraban lentamente sobre sí mismas, proyectando reflejos que se entremezclaban. Cada vez que una luna se inclinaba, su símbolo se estampaba en el espejo oscuro bajo ellas, como si marcara un territorio secreto. Katy no hablaba en el sueño. No sabía si podía. Pero sentía algo: una presión en el pecho, un tirón suave que no dolía, pero que daba miedo. Como si alguien —o algo— la estuviera tomando de la mano desde muy lejos y tirara de ella hacia esas lunas. Entonces escuchó la voz.