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Ravensong lived with more regrets then most. Fate require it for her to break many promises... But this one... She wouldn't break. Little did she knew that saving her friend's son would change the course of Fate. That her new son would become the Heir of Death itself... That Changing Star would question her revenge... That Song of the Fallen would carry a burden never ment to be hers...

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

The play always begins on a crimson stage, shrouded in a gentle mist that veils the reality beyond. It is a stage set for those who will die in order to live. When the curtain rises, is the bystander one who lives without ever having died, or one who has died without ever having lived? Is this a question born of romance or reality? Ron Irus is a reincarnated soul, yet the only thing he possesses is a body that allows him to defy death itself. Armed with nothing but his wits, he must face the vast, unfathomable world before him—a world where physical power is cheap, where strength has never been everything, and where, in truth, nothing matters except one's ideals. A/N: If you have found your way here and taken the time to read my work, I extend my most sincere gratitude to you—something I believe every author shares from the bottom of their heart. However, I feel it is necessary to inform you that this work contains several unsettling themes that may not be to everyone's liking. I completely respect every reader's personal preferences. Even so, I can assure you that this is a passion project into which I have poured my heart, and it offers an experience you will rarely encounter in other works. This is my very first creative effort, and my greatest wish is for you to enjoy reading it in the most comfortable way possible. Therefore, this entire work will remain completely free of charge.

Reborn into the world of Naruto, Senju Hikaru understands one truth immediately: power is never given—it is taken, measured, and controlled. Born into a weakened Senju clan with abnormally low chakra, Hikaru chooses the path no one envies—ANBU. In the shadows, he learns that survival isn’t about ideals or heroism, but about timing, restraint, and knowing when to strike. A mysterious system allows him to cultivate strength through seeds and fruits—chakra, sealing arts, Sage power, and more—but growth is slow, costly, and unforgiving. Hikaru plans every step, hiding his true abilities while navigating Konoha’s most dangerous figures: Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzō, and Namikaze Minato. He doesn’t fight fate. He positions himself above it. As war fades and conspiracies rise, Hikaru climbs the ranks of ANBU, turning missions, secrets, and corpses into leverage. By the time the world realizes what he’s becoming, it’s already too late. This is not the story of a hero. It’s the rise of the man who will stand at the end of the ninja world.

Voldemort: “Dumbledore! Lynn possesses dark magic and gathers dark creatures; he wants to replace me and become the new Dark Lord!” (Serious face.jpg) Dumbledore: “He’s just a little too curious.” (Drinking tea.jpg) Lynn: “Dark Lord???!!! No, I didn’t do it. Don’t talk nonsense—I’m a model wizard.” --- I test the poison so you don't have to. For 30+ advance chapters join my p@treon: mrfanficion140

Mon\Thu - 2 new chapters. Reality is not as stable as it seems. There are moments—brief, almost impossible to notice—when something shifts. A hallway feels longer than before. A sound arrives too late. A memory no longer fits where it should. Most people ignore these fractures in reality. Juson cannot. After a series of disturbing incidents begin to follow him, buried memories slowly resurface—fragments of a past he cannot fully remember, tied to a hidden existence surrounding entities known as Omizans. As strange blue particles begin appearing around him and reality itself starts to distort, Juson is drawn toward a truth connected not only to his forgotten past… but to his own son, Herik. The deeper he searches, the more unstable the world around him becomes. And as the boundary between dimensions begins to tear apart, one question continues to haunt him— Were these memories taken from him… or did he choose to bury them himself?

To be reborn is a miracle. To be reborn on a dying space station with the ancient biology of a Dark Fey and the immortal, burning soul of a Phoenix is a ticking time bomb. Aleksander has spent his entire second life hiding in plain sight. To the rest of the Ark—and to his closest friends, Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha—he is simply a privileged prodigy with a supernatural intellect. But beneath the sterile gray bulkheads of Alpha Station, Aleksander is quietly blending the brutal, failing science of the Ark with the volatile magic running through his veins. Beneath a heavy, instinctual glamour, he hides pitch-black wings and horns of Dark Fey. He knows the Ark is dying. Fragments of a past life tell him that they will soon be sent down to a supposedly irradiated Earth. But his memories are fractured and incomplete; he doesn't know the exact dangers waiting for them in the overgrown forests below, nor who fired the bombs that destroyed the world a century ago. He only knows one thing for certain: when the Council finally drops the delinquents to the ground, the quiet genius act is over. Plunging into an unknown, savage world alongside Clarke and Wells, Aleksander is ready to unleash a hybrid of magic and science that neither the Ark nor the Earth is prepared for. Warning I use AI to edit and improve storyline points. So don't complain later on saying it's AI.

The life of an ordinary man transforms into a legend in another world a world filled with struggles for survival, where only the strongest live and their existence continues. The hero takes us on a journey to another fantastical world, one where we find strange creatures and events that are closer to fantasy than reality. The legend of Zeus returns once again, bringing with it many challenges for him and his descendants. Will he succeed in enduring them? This is what we will discover through the events of this novel.

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."

Arata wakes up in the 19th century and an world full of rampant demons. Lucky for him, he makes a contract with the Dream Devil, Freddy, the moment he arrives. Now he's immortal in sleep. Invincible in nightmares. Close your eyes anywhere in the world, and Arata will be standing behind them. Demons are born from fear. Fear of control birthed the Control Devil. Fear of chainsaws birthed the Chainsaw Devil. Fear of stab wounds? That one somehow became Aki Hayakawa. And Arata? He doesn't fear much anymore. Which makes him the most dangerous thing in this world. Because in a reality shaped by terror, a man who's already dead inside has nothing to lose. And everything to take.

Trapped in a monastery of breathtaking nuns, Charles recognizes them from Witch Monastery—they’re monsters in saintly disguises, hungry for his flesh. ◢◤◣◥◢◤◣◥◢◤◣◥◢◤◣◥ Weekdays: 1 chapter every 2 days patreon: 3 chapters per day (This project features dark, taboo, and explicit adult material. If you are easily offended or uncomfortable with extreme content, turn back now.) Join us here: patreon.com/MetaFic

When Julien wakes up to a seriously infuriating note from his sister---and not one, but two unexpected new housemates---will he maintain the fragile sense of normalcy he only just got back? Or will he avoid what comes next, even if it kills him? As the supernatural begins to intrude on his normal life, how will Julien confront his past, reshape his identity, and survive the dangerous bond tying him to his new companions?

In a world where the night is not a sanctuary, but a slaughterhouse, the Moon is a god of execution. While the common people hide behind the "Silver Seals," a ancient race of monsters known as Kebaruke—born from a forbidden alchemical accident—stalk the shadows. But they have one fatal weakness: the very moonlight that guides them also burns them into white ash. Oolka was a simple girl until the night the Upper Sun Kebaruke decimated her village, leaving only her and her brother, Kgreko, alive. But Kgreko has changed. His hair has split into shades of purple and black, and a hunger grows within him that only blood can satisfy. To save his soul, Oolka must allow a cold-hearted Master to bind her brother’s jaw with a Steel Prayer Seal and teach her the forgotten Arts of the blade. Carrying the mysterious Triangle Mark of the legendary first slayer, Yortaka, Oolka joins the Hankure—an elite group of warriors hunting the King of Kebaruke, Izan. Alongside a wild boy raised by foxes and a girl obsessed with the speed of Heaven, Oolka must navigate a path of fire and frost. But as Izan grows desperate—slowly turning human due to a traitor’s injections—he unleashes his ultimate weapon: Ailiska, the 8-eyed King of the First Era, and Oolka's own blood-ancestor. In a world where the moon is a weapon and history is a lie, Oolka must master the First Art before the rotating castle of the enemy crushes the last of the human spirit.

Qin An was a former senior grim reaper who retired after serving the underworld for thousands of years. Because of his outstanding service and had enough merits, he was given a chance to become a human and unexpectedly transmigrated to the Interstellar era. But, how can he live his retirement days when has no money and everything? So, Qin An entered a reality talent show for idols and became an existence that everyone admires to.

I was just taking a quiet late-night walk when I found… a child sleeping inside a dumpster. One thing led to another, and suddenly I became the accidental father of a kid no older than ten. The next morning, I woke up from a vivid dream. A mysterious Victorian woman whispering about "calamity, dungeons, portals, another world… yeah, good luck bro." She said all of that in the most casually elegant Victorian tone imaginable. But the real nightmare started when a floating screen appeared in front of me, spouting nonsense about quests and objectives. The day I picked up a child in a dumpster was the day my ordinary life ended. And that was when our story truly began. and most of all. this novel takes at year 2029. *** pls give it a try... I swear it gets better... my writing style might be ahh(ass) at first but I swear I got BETTER. and boom may 24th I'm now rewriting all the early chaps heh... (I... it's hard,...) 26/July/5th, I love, how The story is going right now. thought you might hate me because I don't favoritism and... yes... yk just read TEHE give it a try till you reach the Regression part/1st trial and drop it if it is STILL BADDD

The Void doesn't ask permission. It takes. I was just a science nerd with a stack of textbooks and a quiet life. Then the sky cracked open, and the world became a nightmare. Now, am marked by the Void—an ancient power that calls to me in my dreams. Hunters want to train me . Monsters want to kill me. And somewhere in the heart of darkness, a trapped hero is waiting to be saved. But the Void has a will of its own. It doesn't just want my power. It wants my soul. Welcome to the Age of last Voidwalker.

Bad news: I transmigrated into the brutal universe of Warhammer 40K… and Chaos started hunting me from day one. Good news: I awakened a god tier salvation system capable of saving those destined to fall into despair. The cost? Turn the twenty one legendary Primarchs into my loyal sisters. [Ding! Perfect Swordsman Fulgrim has been successfully redeemed!] She transformed into a platinum-haired beauty whose single sword strike could split the stars. [Ding! Saint Sanguinius, the Holy Blooded One, has been successfully redeemed!] Now a radiant six winged seraph, she refuses to leave my side. To the Human Empire, I am the greatest heretic in history. Three thousand Inquisition warships have been dispatched to hunt me down and purge my existence. To the Chaos Gods, I am the Fifth Calamity. Billions of daemons have been sent to corrupt my growing sisterhood. But what no one knows… The clingy, delicate blonde girl always following me around? She’s actually the Emperor of Mankind. And while Guilliman continues his endless crusade across the stars, he has no idea that a brand new legion, composed entirely of legendary Primarch Sisters is already marching toward Terra.

A lapse in judgment led him to the world of Conan. When the detective solves cases, when the murderer kills, when the great thief steals things, it’s all just to eliminate that overwhelming crime value. A super famous detective, more so than Kogoro Mouri, a more terrifying murderer than Gin, a more mysterious thief than Phantom Thief Kid... However, in the eyes of the world, he is simply a student