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Highschool DxD: Last Inheritor of a Great King
Our main character is reincarnated into the universe of Draconic Deus, also known as the world of Highschool DxD, with the body of the last inheritor of a Great King of Hell, the Viné Clan. Armed with his clans unique demonic power and the Gacha System, Ajita Viné will rebuild his families household in the Underworld of Devils, Fallen Angels and Gods, and build a peerage like no other... All while trying his hardest to not lose his mind at the System that seems to want him dead by drawing way to much attention to him. (Multi-Crossover within an AU of Highschool DxD, focused both on the main character and expanding the world building of Draconic Deus. This story is also cross-posted on wattpad, just to be clear that this is the same author. Art and Images that may be posted to show design and appearance of characters do not belong to me, unless specified.) -
FGO
A traveler without a past awakens in an unknown Singularity. Wielding a legendary sword, he enters a world of immense beauty and unimaginable danger. Meanwhile, in the heart of Chaldea, a new Singularity threatens to destroy reality itself. With time against them, the heroes of the past and the guardians of the future embark on an odyssey that will challenge their bravery and wisdom. -
TNB: End
It started with a dream, to see something one shouldn't but one person somehow did. Where will it lead this person, to new beginnings or to the end. (First time writing, don't expect constant updates or good grammar, comments/criticisms are appreciated.) Fate/stay night is owned by typemoon, not me I only own the (my)main character -
Echo - [A Fate Fanfic]
After Tokiomi was killed, he accidentally returned to the time when he was 10 years old... The main CPs are Yanshi, the single-arrow Yanshi, and Professor Qiang who appeared later. Fair warning - This book is a MxM book with romance between the characters Matou Kariya and Tohsaka Tokiomi. You have been warned. This is a Translation. It was written by the Author: snow 6594 on AO3 I do not claim this book as my own, I provide a service so you don't have to learn mandarin. If you want to read advanced chapters then check out my Patreon. [p@treon.com/TheLeftNut] - Replace @ with a -
FATE : Pretenders [Fate franchise : Self(?)Inserts]
Updates: 2-3 per week. English: Readable. Disclaimer: I don't own the franchise and Cover itself and my updates are unstable, perhaps 2-4 chaps a week. Purpose: Entertainment & feedbacks regarding my writing in order to bolster my skills. Through unknown reasons, people from our world were blissfully displaced in an Anime-esque world with the looming threats like the likes of Supernaturals and the Organisations behind them... and to themselves. now trapped in the TYPE-MOON Franchise, watch them adapt and face each other along with the events itself as they wreck the canonical timeline. All the while subtlety suffering under the side-effects as a Demi-Servant. -
Fate/Undying [Dropped]
Eurystheus was a great warrior and a great king. He was feared across many battlefields, enemies would quake in their armor at the sight of Eurystheus the Undying. But even with all his accomplishments and achievements, it would never help him with dealing with what he is seeing. "MASHU, MASHU, MASHU. LOOK I FINALLY GOT HIM. IT ONLY TOOK 870 SQ." A little orange-haired chibi said while shaking an eggplant up and down. "Hai, Hai, senpai. But weren't you saving up that SQ for Caster Gilgamesh" "WHY WOULD I NEED A USELESS CASTER WHEN I HAVE A SERVANT THAT CAN'T DIE." This started a back and forth argument between the Demon chibi named Gudako and the adorable eggplant Mashu. All Eurystheus could do was be done with this bullsh#t. "You know what, I'm done with this. Between getting chased by a crazy loved stuck woman who had her finance killed to try to get with me, I would rather deal with that than you lot." Eurystheus was in mid-motion of stabbing his spear into his stomach when a set of hands gripped his arms. "What do you think you're doing, I still have to get max ascension with you and have a max affection stat." All of a sudden Eurytheus was dropped to the ground and started to be dragged away. "I f#cking hate my luck" "Welcome to the lancer club boyo." I do not own type-moon, those rights belong to Kinoko Nasu and Takashi Takeuchi. All I own is Eurytheus. -
Arjun The Guardian Of The Moon Chronicle
In a quaint Indian village, Arjun, an ordinary teenager, finds his life intertwined with the mysteries of ancient legends and mythical powers. As he navigates the challenges of school, bullies, and first love, Arjun discovers a dormant strength within him. Unbeknownst to him, he is the descendant of the Aryans, tasked with protecting the world from the forces of darkness. Unleashing a power he never knew he had, Arjun's journey unfolds, filled with mythical beings, divine blessings, and a destiny that will test his courage and heart. Join Arjun as he embarks on a captivating journey where the past and present collide, and the line between reality and mythology blurs in a tale of destiny, love, and the hero within us all. -
Bonds of Fate
Jaune Arc, Betrayed and Killed by Indirect actions of his former friends though the rage and hatred of such actions caused reincarnation for jaune to redo his life from the start, now Named Jaune Uchiha, Twin Brother to Itachi Uchiha will complete the goal of bring peace to a broken world even if it means turning against it -
Eternal pathways
Everything was going as it was supposed to be. It was my last day at work and I was supposed to take a vacation for 2 years, I pulled up my phone to check the time. But then my consciousness became hazy "Wait what is this world it doesn't make sense" I died and woke up in a new body. "What's wrong with this world" calling this world a mess was a compliment everything was mixed. I was apparently a mob friend character of a protagonist in this novel world. "What do I look like a game character and why are other anime places here" not only is this world messed up some anime characters and other places got mixed up and the world balance is dead "Can I survive?" -
Hotarubie no morie : it is not over yet
It has been 10 years since Shi's soul faded away. In the decade that followed, Hotaru diligently worked to piece her life back together. No longer a high schooler, Hotaru, now 25, thrived as a chief project manager in a prominent company in her hometown. To outsiders, her life seemed perfect—a loving boyfriend, a childhood friend from middle school, with whom she shared an apartment, a fulfilling job with a handsome salary, and a supportive family. Everything appeared tailored to please the public eye, including her own. Yet, beneath this facade, Hotaru felt a subtle unrest in her heart. Despite her contentment with the life she had built, a part of her yearned for something more, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what. Fearful of delving into the past, she found herself apprehensive about disrupting the semblance of stability she had cultivated -
Ascendence of a Bookworm
Huh! These deities doesn't know how to chill, do they? Now how on earth do I find a girlfriend, lover, wife who is equally bookworm as I am, knows how to keep her mouth shut as we travel across multiverse and how to make sure she doesn't try to plunder the library in my head. Damn mom continuing the bloodline is a very difficult task, isn't it/ -
Fate/Strange Order
Are you ready to bear witness to this tale be led astray from the fabric it was originally woven, forever altered by a lone, malignant foreigner? If you have agreed as such, then so it shall. Now, tremble. Writhe. Bid your prayers for salvation while the chance still remain, for there could be no hope to oppose her. Be it the wisdom brandished by the weak or the strength boasted of the almighty, all shall come to kneel in the face of this blasphemy—equally and without exception. Watch as the world you have guided spiral into the abyss, as you bemoan the feeling of utter powerlessness due to your own inability to intervene. The time is nigh. O’ man of the jewels, exalted is thee, your time is utmost precious. We shall spare you from further pretense, and so without further ado— Let the curtains ṛ̷̢̛̰͇̹̫̥̜͓͎͍̦͕̭̗̫̹̗̮̹̝̣͍̩̭̘̭͎̝͖̺̤̘͉̙̠̖̪͓͕̙͕̙̺̮̜̺̥̖͎͈͔͇̳̟͚̩̤̞́̉̒̑̐̀̄̿̈́̆̈́̍̌̎̽̉̄̌̄̇͗̾̓͗̃͗̑̐̈́͗̈̏̒̄̾͒̂̅̾̓̂̅̄̐̃͋̎͊̽̀̍͌͛̌̉̋̎̉͐̅̃͒̈́̾̄͑̈́̋̿̚̚͜͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅi̴̡̡̛̮̝̙̟̼͇͖̟̤͉̭̖̘̹͇͓̥̮̋͊̿̉̊̂͊̆͂̇́͆̆͌̈́͛̍́̄̾̄̃͊̈́́́̑̋͛̈́̀͐̍̎͊̅̽́̆̅͋͐̿̇̑̌̾̅͊͐̀̀͂̒̑̅̆͗̇̋̿̂͗̚͘̚͘̚͘̕͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅs̶̨̧̛̭̻͍̯̯̣̗̣̺͇̞̪͚̜͔̩͇̗̗̺̮͉̱̻͎̻͔̼͉̱͓̙̜̙͍͙̳̳͓͈̣̞̣̮̲̺̝̘̤͉̩̙͙̟̘̗̭̖̙̣͇͉̭̜̬͆̓͒̇͌͗͆̏̽̀̓̏͆̾̓̓̈́̌́͐̽̀̽͛̋͊̑́̀́͆̽̑̅̃̔̇̇̈́̋͐̎̏̉͐̒͊͛͑̒̓̂̽͒̚͘̚̚̚͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅḙ̴̢̨̨̡̧̛̛̦͚̲̩̟̲̟͉̪͖͖͇͓͚̦̬̻̠̼̖̞͔̣̻̻̠͚̬͇̘̳̥̬̺͈͎̫̳͓̝͍̩̭̬͕̜͇̙͖̒̂̽̾̋͆͐̂̉̇̃́̑̅̑͌̐̎͂͆͂̔̒̀̉̋͌̈͋̇̀̓̍̾̋͐̋̓́́̓̌͑́̈́̅̈́̈́̓͊͒͊̾́̔̓̈́̌̀̽̄͛̀̂̓̋́̀͘̕̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͝!
