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High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor

They thought the Red Dragon Emperor was gone. They thought Kuoh was safe from his madness. They were wrong. Hyoudou Issei, the infamous perverted dragon of Kuoh Academy, vanished during a mysterious battle. Everyone thought he was dead lost to some unknown disaster. But Issei didn’t die. Oh no. He was thrown into another world. A brutal world of magic, monsters, demon lords… and plenty of busty heroines. There, he did what he does best. He survived. He trained. He grew stronger. Strong enough to fight gods, conquer kingdoms, and maybe even tame a Demon Lord’s daughter. (Totally not his fault… probably.) Now, after three insane years over there, Issei is back. But this isn’t the same high schooler who used to scream about boobs all day. This Issei has mastered new powers, sharpened his mind, and... okay, he still screams about boobs, but now he can destroy mountains while doing it. The devils, angels, and fallen of this world? They have no idea what’s about to hit them. Old friends don’t know whether to hug him, punch him, or run for their lives. And for those who ever doubted him… well, let’s just say Dress Break has leveled up too. A stronger, crazier, and hornier Red Dragon Emperor. A world on the brink of chaos. And a storm of comedy, romance, ecchi, and overpowered insanity is about to begin. Get ready, Kuoh. Issei’s back and he’s bringing the harem with him. Tag: High School DxD, Fanfiction, Harem, Ecchi, Action, Comedy, Isekai Return, Overpowered, Magic, Romance. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
Greyhounds · 1.1m Views

Fire Breath: The Last Dragon Lord Rebirth

"Fire Breath: The Last Dragon Lord’s Rebirth" In the rain-soaked streets of Tokyo, Hajime Sadori—a bright, relentless high school nerd of Shohoku High’s basketball team—meets his end on his first date with Kari Monata, a mysterious member of the sinister Black Pool. Rejected forty times by girls he dared to ask out, Hajime’s fleeting triumph turns to ash when Kari’s secrets unleash a brutal murder. Yet in death’s darkness, a dying legend’s defiance ignites a miracle: Sanji Novara, the wounded Last Dragon Lord, transmigrates his soul into Hajime’s. Reborn with inferno-hidden veins, Hajime now harbors the fury of a soccerer—a guardian of a forgotten lineage. Bound to secrecy, he walks dual paths: the clordinary life of a Shohoku student and the shadow quest to find _Champion_, the fabled Red Dragon. Legends whisper this crimson giant can summon storms, command oceans, and cleave mountains—if Hajime can master the wildfire within. With teammates Yaze Yushiko and Kira Kushina—elite sorcerers from Jyotu High—Hajime embarks on a perilous hunt across realms. Their mission: stop Loki Danara, a Black Pool psychomancer hell-bent on global ruin. As threats converge, Hajime’s trials sharpen: Can he tame the dragon’s pulse coursing through him? Protect Amanda Halle, the kind-hearted crush he never confessed to? And confront the shadows that took Kari, while the line between salvation and destruction blazes like his every breath. A tale of vengeance, loyalty, and primal power, _Fire Breath_ asks: When the flames of fate consume you, will you burn the world…or forge it anew. Discord@dannyduffeild
Dannyduffeild · 11.5k Views

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 42.1k Views