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In the year 1484 of the Sea Circle Calendar, Sidilir Oran, a pirate from Piltover, set sail into uncharted waters. That day became a turning point for the world—because with his arrival, the seas would never be the same. From the Project Universe codenamed Jin-Shiki, to the Tyrant Universe known as Warhammer-Oz… from Piltover’s Hextech armor to Zaun’s alchemical elixirs… even a clone of Charlotte Linlin has appeared on these seas. Here, dreams shatter the walls between worlds. Valoran technology collides with Devil Fruits, forging miracles that defy reason. And as for Star Guardian Urgot… well, some creations can only be called bizarre. (One piece • Sailing • Valoran • League of Legends) ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ

This is not a Translation. It's an Original Fanfiction! Abandoned at birth. Found by fate. Raised far from the world he was meant for. The boy with serpent eyes carries a power he doesn’t understand—one that draws attention from forces better left alone. When they finally discover him, everything begins to shift. Because a single child can change the balance of an entire world.

Man must claw at God. Humanity has always been frugal and greedy in its efforts, reaching for what it does not deserve while pretending its hands are clean. It is filled with wretched beings like Nicholas, creatures who live, breathe, and cry out for mercy even as they willingly submit themselves to the very fate that devours them. Nicholas would despise himself more than anyone else, and even then, he would still dare to fight for his life. Such audacity, coming from someone so painfully small, is utterly unacceptable. And yet, despite how pitiful his struggles appear and how worthless that foolish man may be, his frantic grasping might still amount to something in the end. Even a creature like him may carve a mark, however faint, against the divine. More Tags: Cosmic Horror, Philosophical, Psychological. I have a discord server, here you can ask me questions, and also give tips or just chat with others who enjoy the novel. (Also, this is republished.)https://discord.gg/f2W3W2pe

When dreams become reality. When sleeping became a dreadful thing to do... When does life become so tiring to live? When do you become a murderer when you're sleeping? When do you hate yourself more than anyone else?

The war between vampires and werewolves was here Emma from the wolf's side and Deven from the vampire's side. Will they work together to end this war or will they be torn apart by it...

Luke had a dream, to be like his father: strong, unwavering, heroic and he was shaping up to be, but then, his father was no more. The world seemed to mock him as a new era shortly arrived... The era of Starborns. Genetically mutated humans with abilities only seen in heroic comics. Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, speedsters, physical augmentors, people able to control the weather, human animal hybrid, and a few who could even use the mystical arts. Yet what could he do? He could heal, and not others, but himself, rather slowly too. He believed all hope was lost. He, who had once wished to be a hero even before this era, was left behind. His mortal flesh wouldn’t be of much help against such forces. And he wasn't rich enough to become a certain man in black. But then, his savior, though most would call a devil came to him. He discovered his power had more to it; it was adaptive. Burn, and it would gain resistance to such flames. Freeze, and the same cold wouldn’t feel as cold. As long as he trained, he had no limits. He could outrun the fastest speedsters eventually. He could leap higher than the people who could defy gravity and even overcome those endowed with strength. All he needed was enough training and time. And his mentor had more than enough of it. . . . ______ After the first volume, readers can join in the creation of abilities and Villains. Though it all depends on your contribution. ( ' v ' ) I got everything planned though but it written in pencil, we can make changes at anytime, so hop on and lets create a masterpiece together. ( ^_~ )

Born mute, shunned by her mother, and hidden away for sixteen years, Princess Josephine is the forgotten child of King Hendrick of Dravenor, the Second Greatest Werewolf King, and Queen Sophia, the Strongest Witch alive. In a family of six, where three children inherit their father’s wolf blood and two their mother’s magic, Josephine stands apart — feared, hated, and cast away. Raised in secret by Nana Cellie, an old woman who showed her the love her own mother never gave, Josephine grew up silent but observant, pure of heart yet marked by sorrow. She never smiled, though her golden hair and ethereal beauty made her unforgettable. When King Hendrick finally recalls her to the royal palace, Josephine enters a world of werewolves, witches, vampires, elves, and fairies at the kingdom’s grand academy — a world where she is mocked, mistreated, and broken down by the very queen who gave her life. But what no one knows is that Josephine carries a power far greater than any creature alive. She is the reborn soul of Queen Hetragon, the legendary Hybrid Queen of Zephyria — a being so powerful she once brought kingdoms to ruin when her lover was killed. Now, history threatens to repeat itself, for her lover’s soul has been reborn as Oliver, Josephine’s own brother. When a cruel public humiliation awakens the dormant power inside her, Josephine unleashes destruction that shakes the kingdoms to their core. The return of Zephyria’s queen cannot be ignored — not by her father, not by her enemies, and not by the cold-hearted King Xavi and his twin sister Xoni, who watch her rise with dangerous interest. But will Josephine embrace her destiny as the most powerful hybrid to ever walk the realms? Will she rule the lost kingdom of Zephyria and claim her birthright as the Silent Queen? Or will her cursed bloodline destroy her before she can ever take the crown?

The expansive universe has limitless life and possibilities, but a majority of those chances fall under the despondent tree of chaos and death. Wars in galactic space, the exact solution for peace, are reported to kill an innumerable amount of people annually. Vale Luckwish, an unserious man who holds the Skinny Warlock Psychologist System is the key to an optimal future for all worlds. The universe's last hope. Using magic and technology, one can dodge bullets, evade death lasers, and even destroy planets! For Vale, he’s a warlock with a one of a kind ability to understand all beings just by gazing at them once, making him the greatest psychologist to ever travel the cosmos. Bringing peace to a universe isn’t an easy task, but for a mind reading warlock psychologist, it just might be possible. Problem is, he’ll soon realize… the universe doesn’t give a shit about him! “I'm gonna be honest here, the universe is way corrupt and expansive to fix, but if I can help a few million people across a few galaxies, then I can die happy.” Voyaging across the cosmos, his space crew, The Eight Wandering Psychologists, accompany him with their less than ordinary personalities. Traveling to distinct planets of every type, this group of eccentric pirates were on a mission to learn about the conscious condition, helping one being at time.

"Have you ever seen life beyond death? Of course, you haven’t. But I have. I’ve seen a world beyond imagination, a place where magic and technology coexisted in harmony. A world teeming with life, where humans, elves, vampires, and countless other races thrived. It was a paradise, a dream made real. This time, I was given something I never had before, a family, a home. For once, I believed the cruelty of my past life was nothing more than a distant memory. I thought... perhaps this was redemption. Everything was perfect. Until they appeared." (this is NOT a wish fulfillment fanfic) (the story starts many generations before 'The Eminence in Shadow' plot takes place but we wouldn't take too long to get there, it's just for some original world building that needs to be done.)

People always preach about "the power of smile". Hoshino has always struggled to smile the same smile as his peers. And he knows exactly the reason why. His mind knows he just has to forget and move on, but his heart won't allow it. Is it okay to live like this? Can he ever be happy? Is anyone's smile ever really solely pure? Or is he the problem?

When two different Alpha's got cursed on same night. After so many year's of being cursed, there was a prophecy that only one Alpha can be cured. Only the Alpha who will be the first to get to mate with the curse lifter will be cured and won't die. What happens when these two Alpha's starts fighting for this young lady? Which of theses Alpha's will be the first to mate with her? Which of the Alpha's will die?

Crossing into the 2D world, with both parents dead, money in my pocket, and a place to live. Even if the universe’s ‘no-imouto clause’ is in effect, this still looks like the classic daily-life harem-protagonist trajectory in a 2D world, right? Surely next comes the otaku-bait development, a wonderful story of being surrounded by girls, yes? [Welcome to the “Sacrifice Game.” We wish you the chance to witness the end within true fear.] Wait a sec— This script isn’t right, is it? Corpses whispering, shadowed pits creeping, paper effigies asking for directions, a cursed village’s night patrol, an eye peering from under the bed… Grotesque rules weave a blood-stained net; there is no escape. Only by facing the endless nightmare head-on can one fight for a sliver of life. So, since I’m being entangled by all these horrors, can I get a system? Preferably the kind that becomes overpowered just by checking in! While I was thinking that, I realized I’d gotten the ability to roll back after death. It sure is a cheat—but doesn’t that mean I have to keep betting my life on trial and error? I refuse! I don’t want to be a Subaru-style, die-and-retry protagonist! Someone save me, please! Then I turned around and saw the girls trapped with me: Shinomiya Kaguya, Fujiwara Chika, Gotō Hitori, Yotsuya Miko, and others. Damn it, then bring it on! How could I let beautiful girls be sacrificed in a place like this? I’ll create a happy world—no Urobuchi-style tragedy and no grimdark despair!

The echoes of the earth still resonate for those who know how to listen. In a world shaped by loss and legacy, the past is never truly buried.

In 1492 of the Old Calendar, a new continent was discovered. In next years, first wave of ships set sail for the promise of the new lands and riches, untouched and unblemished by the greater world. Some even traveled for adventures that the new world would offer. More optimist of them left to find a better life, away from all the conflicts of the Mainland. Then, the second wave of ships left, but this time they were not settler, adventures, nor travelers. They were vast armies assembled by kings, reclusive magicians, warriors of old blood lines, and mystical beasts thought to have disappeared from the world. They left to prevent the end of world. Yet, they had failed for end of the world had come. First Cracks opened and Taint descended. It was force so foul and profane in nature that it turned everything it touched into a corrupted misshapen mockery of life. Then, those Cracks grew larger and Others slipped in. In their madness, they slaughtered and bathed in the blood of living. For a millennium humanity endured, and with each generation their strength rose and their walls became sturdier. And now, it is time for Henry Ward, an orphan boy in cusp of manhood, with his own dark secrets to partake in this unholy war waged against humanity.

On the Southside, loyalty is currency and life is cheap. Big Head, Psycho, Murk, Jack and Rob grew up watching their block get swallowed by cartels, crooked cops and fake gangsters. They decide to build something of their own — a crew that doesn’t bow, doesn’t beg, and never lets disrespect slide. What starts as small-time hustling turns into a bloody climb through the city’s underworld. A stolen stash puts them on the radar of the Rivera cartel. A local set called Blue Street wants their corners. A detective who doesn’t play by the rules decides Big Head is his personal project. Every move is a chess piece. Every friend could be a traitor. Every night could be their last. These aren’t boys chasing clout. These are Southside Boys — and their nicknames are earned in blood.

The towering Queen raised her hand to smash Fred's head, her solid left arm pinning him to the ground, and her face, for the very first time, carried fear. Fred looked small beneath her due to her immense size. The surroundings lay in sheer ruins, and the inhabitants seemed to wander far away from the brutal battle between the entities. "I will kill you!" Dùdù's voice trembled. "Do it, Queen Dùdù. I - " "You faker!" Dùdù finally broke into tears. Her tears were like liquid silver. Her huge eyes bled with the regrets of being despised. Fred couldn't believe his eyes. The stoic Queen who never yielded to pain, who was totally indifferent to emotions, was crying. She seemed too sophisticated to be in this state. He hadn't known Queen Dùdù could be so humble, and somehow, he began to feel guilty. "You chose Àsà instead of me. Why have you come to me in the first place!?" Dùdù cried, tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. Fred's voice trembled. "You said... you can't embrace good - " "And you believe that? I was ready to bow!" she interrupted him as she made a cut on her dark skin. Instead of black blood oozing out, Dùdù's injury bled whitish gore. Fred was stunned. Dùdù had changed, and killing her was no longer the solution to ending the chaos. Fred was wrong... about Samantha, about Queen Dùdù, and about Àsà. "You have the blade to make my existence void. Go ahead, Fred. It always feels right for one evil thing to be eradicated from the world." Dùdù remained on her knees. Fred rose with the last strength in him, walked up to her, and lifted her face in his hand. Dùdù's expression said it all... she may be a wrathful and powerful evil coil, but her vulnerability was goodness, love, and peace. Tears still fell from her eyes. Samantha stood a few feet away, equally exhausted but surprised at what Fred was doing. "You may go to bow somewhere, Dùdù, but I'm not letting you go," Fred declared, and stabbed himself with the prophecy blade. "Fred!"

After mysteriously falling into another world, second-year university students awakened the ability to use elemental magic. The tech from their old world became nothing but obsolete. Without a digital encyclopedia to rely on, they needed to figure out how to survive in this unknown place. Naturally, the charismatic Noel became one of the main leaders alongside Emely, their young, beautiful professor. And together, they’d keep the peace between different groups. Almost indifferent to the situation, the protagonist was inclined toward a wait-and-see approach; if they became miserable, he would be the tyrant they so desperately needed. Note: I don't expect that you have read my other work; you don't need to. But if you have read it, then it's kinda like another route story with the main focus not being romance.

Thunder Demon: Strawhat Luffy- In the story, Luffy eats the Goro-Goro no mi, a Logia-type Devil Fruit, transforming his body into the Lightning Man rather than the Rubber Man in the canon. Luffy's remarkable talent for using Haki at a young age catches the attention of Shanks, who takes him under his wing on their sailing adventures. Their purpose is to train Luffy's abilities. With these changes, Luffy's adventures take on a whole new level of excitement. Discover how Luffy's newfound powers make him truly overpowered (#LuffyOP), and witness his intellect and cunning in action. If you enjoy this fanfic, please give it review and give power stones. Get ready to embark on Luffy's thrilling journey, where he proves to be both incredibly powerful and strategically astute.

The war that shattered the world was said to be over. Civilization recovered. Order returned. Avalon stood as the force that saved humanity from extinction. What remained of the catastrophe was buried beneath laws, silence, and carefully written history. A boy grows up inside that world. His life moves forward, yet something never fully aligns. The past feels distant. Certain questions are never asked. Certain answers never come. He lives without knowing why that feels acceptable, until the day new threats descend and the world begins to fracture once more. When Avalon activates a sealed power meant to face the impossible, it responds to him. From that moment, everything changes. Enemies recognize him. Truth retreats from him. And a path opens, one that leads through buried experiments, fractured bloodlines, and a family torn apart by forces far greater than themselves. What begins as survival becomes a search. What becomes a search turns into vengeance. And what waits at the end is not salvation—but truth. Because some lives are not meant to be lived peacefully. They are shaped to endure disaster. And some fates are not written by choice… They are sealed inside the void.

Nerys von Holsten. The beautiful daughter of the prestigious Holsten family… the same family massacred in a single black night by the Empire’s infamous war monster, Duke Dysshard. After being granted a second chance at life, she is no longer the weak girl who allowed her family to steal everything from her—her only love… and her destiny. This time, she whispered to herself with unshakable resolve: “I will not be anyone’s victim.” But fate was already waiting for her. The very monster who ended her life once… The man feared more than any other in the Empire… The one with those cold, steel-gray eyes— He returned to haunt her dreams… and her waking world. Adrian Dysshard. The Empire’s most handsome noble, the duke who ended her life, only to appear again—closing in on her with every breath she takes. His calm features… his unreadable gaze that remains untouched even by war… He was never supposed to feel anything for her. But he did. And while Nerys struggles to survive with whatever strength she has left, the duke gives her a faint smile and murmurs: “I’ve already made you mine. Run, if you dare, Nerys… You belong to me.”