Vargr_the_Skald

Sequel to Gaming in the Underworld Follow Blake Corvin as he continues his adventure in the world of gods and monsters. New problems to face, new enemies to slap around, and potentially new women to seduce. **I only own the OCs, all recognisable characters belong to their respective creators. I gain no money from this, just entertainment.** *Suggested that you read ‘Gaming in the Underworld’ first before reading this fanfic, it won’t make sense otherwise.*

I knew trying to do a ritual I found online was a terrible fucking idea. I mean what fucking idiot looks at a shady website with hentai ads popping up every thirty seconds and goes; “I bet the spells and rituals on this website are totally legit and will definitely work as advertised. That idiot was me…” -Excerpt from Chp 1 Winding up in the body of Slytherin’s basilisk is about as weird as it sounds. Unfortunately that is Henry’s reality after trying to perform a ritual he finds online. Fortunately he’s the protagonist of a trashy fanfiction, which gives him godly luck, indestructible plot armour, and the limitless potential to bag every redhead babe in the multiverse. Follow him on his journey through different worlds as he avoids his responsibilities, shirks his duties, and ruins timelines just as all things should be. *welcome to the fever dream* WARNINGS: Rated PG-13 for strong language, shitty humour, suggestive themes, and the occasional use of non-PC terms. This is also a fanfic, written by a college dropout who was too lazy to go to school during the RONA. *DO NOT EXPECT JRR TOLKIEN LEVELS OF WRITTEN ART.* PS. I started writing this story with zero direction and absolutely no ‘script’. Some things will definitely get retconned in the later chapters either because I forgot, or I just felt that the story needed the change. PPS. This story has multiple POVs but mainly a 1st person POV centered around the MC. If that is not your cup of tea, no one is holding a gun to your head forcing you to read this you donut. Updates Weekly

Anna is strikingly beautiful. Smooth creamy skin, long feathery lashes, a figure that would make a goddess weep. Yet she hides something within her that no one alive has ever seen. She revels in the blood of her victims, the sight of the life giving liquid makes her heart soar and her core quiver with desire. Alas, all good things come to an end… except for Anna. Sent to a new world by an unknown entity she begin her journey anew. Granted a system that seems to favour her tendencies she paints the world red with the blood of new victims and she’s just getting started. Warning: Contains large amounts of blood and violence. The core of this story is purely sexual, the lead character frequently engages in depraved acts of lust with multiple men, women, not even gods and goddesses are safe from her claws. contains strong language, extreme violence, situations of dubious consent, and highly descriptive smut. Updates Every Thurs at Midnight

You know, I was fascinated with vampires when I was a kid. The thought of power and good looks made me want to be one. That is, until I actually became one. Suddenly Lestat’s musings of an eternity being lonely became too real. Waking up in a forest who would have thought I’d run into ‘that’ family. I’d strangle the one that sent me here if she hadn’t trapped me in a world full of bullshit magic, doppelgängers, and broody vampires. *Status: Complete* *Sequel Pending*

Blake Corvin returns with his family to visit his old world before he had gotten isekaied. Read as Blake, Selene, and Lena get up to some tomfoolery in our world before taking a quick stop to the world of DbD, where all three proceed to absolutely clown on The Entity and it’s chosen Killer. You may need to read Gaming in the Underworld before this if you want to get the background information to the lore. It isn’t wholly necessary though.

I pulled an Elvis… not in a cool ‘I have an amazing singing voice and I’m suave as fuck’ kind of way. No sir not me. I pulled an Elvis in the most embarrassing of ways. I somehow died while sitting on a toilet dropping the fattest deuce. Now I’ve got letters floating in front of me telling me I died. That’s not why I’m angry though, I’m not even mad at the embarrassing way I died I’m mad at the fact that ‘You Died’ was in Comic Sans. Fucking Comic Sans! *All recognisable characters belong to their respective owners. I only own the OCs* *Status: Complete

“Bloody Mary… Bloody Mary… Bloody Mary…” Waking up in a void is never fun, especially when you don’t remember a thing about anything. Not how you looked, not your life, not even your own name. Would having power you never asked for help? Maybe a clichéd System, or maybe a woman who seems strangely familiar? If only you could remember your name. •Female Lead (Female POV) •Not a Harem •Overpowered •System that doesn’t hinder the host •System isn’t the main focus •Morally Ambiguous MC •Loosely Connected to Jörmungandr, another story I am writing. **Potential triggers in this story** •Blood and Gore •Assault •Mentions of SA •Suicide •Language •Extreme Violence •Sexual Content (Potential R18 Scenes in future) Monthly Updates