A cheerful and optimistic young woman with her whole life still ahead of her, meets a terrible end at the hands of a bitter old witch.

Marc wakes in a blindingly white, sterile room, disoriented and alone. As he struggles to make sense of his surroundings, a faint voice reaches him from the other side of a narrow gap in the wall. His only link to the outside world, the voice belongs to a strange woman who speaks in riddles of “ownership” and “punishment,” hinting at a fate far worse than he imagined. As Marc listens, dread mounts; this is no hospital, no prison—it’s a waiting room for something monstrous.

When a commercial plane plummets from the sky, no one questions the fatalities. But for Dean, a quiet figure working behind the scenes, the reality is far more sinister. This isn’t just a tragedy—it’s a cover-up. Hidden beneath the guise of an airline disaster, an organization is harvesting select survivors, meticulously erasing all traces of their former lives. Their endgame? To twist these captives into hybrid creatures, monstrous evolutions engineered to satisfy a darker purpose.

At the brink of death, or at least, something like it, the fox tries to make peace with himself and the trouble he caused.

Last night was a living nightmare. Now the woman from the apartment needs to go get her beloved pet cat before it starves to death.

A pregnant woman finds heeself in an awful situation

Three women are kidnapped by a former classmate and are merged into the body of a male donkey. WARNING: Contains identity death and death.

(Fanfiction, The Witcher) A look at Ciri's new life, interrupted.