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Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 581.3k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)
Lautenspielerin · 239.1k Views

Prince Lestat and The Elixir of Life

Synopsis Prince Lestat and The Elixir of Life by S.M. Geary In the wake of the events of Blood Communion, Lestat de Lioncourt reigns as Prince of the vampires, presiding over a fragile unity among immortals long defined by isolation, secrecy, and madness. Yet one truth continues to haunt him: immortality, as it exists, is flawed. Vampires endure eternity only by surrendering to deathlike sleep, retreating from consciousness, from time itself. Lestat refuses that limitation. When the ancient Talamasca—guided not by mortals but by its hidden immortal core—brings word of another kind of eternal being, Lestat is drawn into a mystery that challenges everything he understands about life, death, and what lies between. In England, he encounters the Children of the Sun—immortals born not of blood, but of an alchemical substance known as the Elixir of Life. Led by the ancient Ramses and the formidable Bektaten, these beings live in full daylight, fully embodied, freed from the hunger and torpor that define vampiric existence. But their immortality carries its own terrible cost. The Elixir is irreversible. It alters living matter at its most fundamental level, rendering it regenerative, indigestible, and dangerously incompatible with the natural world. Crops fail. Animals become grotesque vessels of endless flesh. The line between life and corruption blurs. What appears to be liberation is, in truth, a contained ecological catastrophe. As Lestat seeks to understand—and possibly unite—these two opposing forms of immortality, deeper forces begin to stir. Fractures appear within the ancient vampire laws themselves, suggesting the influence of a hidden architect: a forgotten fledgling whose ideology predates Akasha’s reign. The past is not as stable as it seemed. The laws that govern immortality may have been shaped by something older—and far more dangerous—than anyone has imagined. *First 5 Chapters out now. New Chapter every Saturday at midnight* This is a work of fan fiction that I've been wanting to write for years. It's ever evolving. So, if it reads a bit rough now, don't worry, I'll polish this gem so it can stand toe to toe with the original works. I hope you enjoy it
Steve_Geary · 12.8k Views

Douluo: Trinity, I Traverse the Timeline

Reborn into the world of Douluo Dalu, I exist across three different eras at once. Su Ming split into three selves, each falling upon a different point along the river of time. Spanning twenty thousand years and weaving plans across three ages, he paves his path toward becoming a God King. In the era before Martial Souls existed, he awakened the Body Martial Soul. In the age where mental power was needed to seize the Dream Spirit’s fortune, he awakened the Soulforce Martial Soul. And in the age of the Silver Dragon King’s emergence, he awakened the Elemental Control Martial Soul. "I must have been set up by capital itself." Master: “Using oneself as a Martial Soul? What kind of useless trash Martial Soul is that? Probably weaker than my Luo Sanpao!” Tang San: “Didn’t Teacher say his Martial Soul body was fragile, a waste soul? Then why can’t my hidden weapons even scratch him? And what’s with that armor he wears—it feels more like his Martial Soul than his actual body!” Huo Yuhao: “Just what is his Martial Soul? These soulforce lines stretch out and somehow become part of the heavens and earth?” Tang Wulin: “Can someone explain to me why, as a spiritual-type Soul Master, his strength surpasses mine?” "I pierce through past and future, drawing upon the past, seizing the future. As three-in-one, even a God King is nothing before me!" "Tang San, come out and die!" === English isn’t my first language, and I don’t own anything. Read advanced chapters here: (+50 Advanced Chapter) patreon.com/CNBLUE Raw:斗罗:三位一体,我贯穿了时间线
CNBLUE · 1.5m Views

Path of Arkana (HP/MCU)

Death, it seemed, had not finished with him yet. Once, he had been ordinary. A fleeting life, brief and forgettable, swallowed by the silence that waits for everyone in the end. Then came magic. A second life shaped by whispered spells, candlelit libraries, and war hidden beneath the surface of the world. It ended in green light and agony, struck down by the curse of a Dark Lord whose name still lingered like poison in memory. He should have remained dead. Instead, he opened his eyes in New York City. Not his New York. A harsher one. A world balanced on the edge of catastrophe, where gods wore the faces of men, where monsters descended from the stars, and where humanity survived only by the fragile illusion that someone stronger would always arrive in time. The Marvel Universe did not care about ordinary people. And despite everything, he was still only a wizard. No wand. No allies. No place in a story already crowded with legends. Only knowledge of what was coming. Alien invasions. Hidden empires. Machines dreaming of extinction. And, somewhere in the distant dark, a titan waiting patiently to erase half the universe with the snap of his fingers. He did not ask for another life. But if fate insisted on giving him one more chance, then perhaps this time he would learn how to survive it. ------------------------------ Hey guys, I'm Aurelius D. Black, your author, and welcome to Path of Arkana (or How to Survive and Maybe Craft Hogwarts in Another World) that you can find on Wattpad or Royal Road very soon. I don't own Marvel or Harry Potter—I'm not rich enough for Disney or Warner Bros. to come after me, so please don't sue. This is purely a fan project and also, a translation, so they might still be some errors here and there. You can also find the link to my p@treon and to all of my works here: https://linktr.ee/aureliusdblack *Quick note: English isn't my first language, so please bear with me if there are occasional grammar or spelling errors. I'm doing my best to improve with each chapter, and constructive feedback is always welcome!
AureliusDBlack · 162.8k Views