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Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”

Reborn as the ill-fated Third Kazekage from the original series, I am determined to rebuild Sunagakure into the strongest Hidden Sand Village through tireless effort and visionary leadership. My goal is to survive and thrive in the recurring Shinobi World Wars. I will show these ninja, who are obsessed with slaughter and conspiracy, what true 21st-century wisdom and modern governance look like. The world of ninja is not a story written solely by Konoha. —————————————————————————————————— This is a translation. Original work: 风影忍者. Welcome to visit my Patreon for early access chapters, exclusive side stories, and illustrations. patreon.com/DarkGolds

The holidays have come to an end, and with them, the days when being a hero felt possible. Izuku returns to Fuyuki to resume his classes, weighed down by the monotony and routine that await him, yearning for even a spark of excitement. But the arrival of an assassin in his hometown turns everything upside down; a war looms in the shadows, and our heroes will not stand idly by.

(Warning!!! Please read before reading this story I use gpt chat to help me write this story so if you are anti AI don't read this and remember this is a HAREM story Not a small harem but a BIG one!!! if you are anti harem don't read this story and i use gpt chat to translate my fanfic to english i am not good at english) Ritsuka Fujimaru is just an ordinary boy with no clear path in life until fate leads him down two impossible paths: becoming a reserve staff member of the mysterious organization Chaldea, and being drawn into a multiverse alliance with strangers from worlds rife with conflict and bloodshed. Amidst whispers of starlight and fractured destiny, Ritsuka must choose— will he remain an ordinary hero, or become something far darker than he ever imagined?

ORIGINAL STORY. NOT A TRANSLATION. MC IS OVERPOWERED. SOMETIMES THE MC IS NOT THE FOCUS OF THE STORY. Sypnosis: What do you think happens when all hope is lost? When there is a profound imbalance in the universe, causing waves of suffering that ripple through countless lives, all because the chains of selfishness and ignorance bind individuals together, rendering them powerless? In a typical scenario, this disarray would lead to the cataclysmic destruction of the universe. A cosmos that lacks equilibrium has forsaken its core purpose and becomes unworthy of its own existence. A flawed creation. Yet, the annihilation of the universe entails more than just the end of one reality; it also signifies the erasure of other galaxies, countless innocent beings, and the rich tapestry of life that flourishes within them. Even the universe itself, which cherishes its creations with an impartial love, would be loath to take such drastic measures. For this type of scenario, the universe decides it needs a new person who can distribute and embody the concept of Hope. Kardia, a seemingly normal guy, whose name means "Heart" in the old Greek language, was the person that the universe decided it needed to bring to bring "hope to this new world."

Alessandro, son of Mafia boss Salvatore Moretti, seeks to escape his family's criminal life with his lover, Clara. They attempt to flee by helicopter, but Salvatore orders them to be stopped, leading to a mid-air attack and a crash in the mountains. Surviving the crash, they seek refuge in a remote cabin inhabited by a gruff old man named Silas. Meanwhile, Salvatore discovers that a mysterious third party, the ruthless mercenary group Shadow Wolves, is also after Alessandro and Clara. In a shocking twist, Salvatore learns that his own brother, Marco, hired the Shadow Wolves in a power grab attempt to take over the family. Enraged by this betrayal, Salvatore has Marco killed and eliminates the Shadow Wolves. Now, Salvatore is left isolated and determined to rebuild his family, while Alessandro and Clara remain in the uneasy protection of Silas, unaware of the events unfolding and the true extent of the dangers they face, including the possibility that the Shadow Wolves threat may not be entirely extinguished.

It began with a broken laugh and a trembling whisper into the dark. “Oh great… talking to wind now. I’ve finally snapped.” But the flute’s note—gentle, impossible—cut through her despair. “You always come when I’m hurting,” she breathed. “Are you a ghost? A dream?” The world didn’t answer in words. It answered in petals. They rose—glowing, swirling, warming her hands like something alive. Moon’s tears glimmered. “Is this really… for me?” tiny, breathless "W-wait—!" Eyes huge, wonder-fear mix, arms flailing gentle The air erupted—WHOOOOSH— .

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.

The perpetrator of Human Order Incineration was defeated by the Last Master of Humanity. As the loser, He should have vanished. And yet, His pursuit did not end. In another world, the King of the Demon Gods manifests once more.

What is science? Science is the methodical pursuit of knowledge through observation, experimentation, and reasoning, bridging the gap between theory and reality, and connecting the present to future aspirations. Science is a process of constantly negating itself, constantly proving itself, and constantly advancing. The Magic Gods in Toaruverse, the Gods and Demons in Little Garden, the Ixseed in No Game No Life, the Heroic Spirits in the Nasuverse... Everything from the past awaits overturning by the future; so-called definitions forever await new truths. This is the story of someone transmigrated to Academy City, becoming a scientist and Level 5 esper, who through endless "calculations" ascends to become the Science God. “When all processes are completed, the predetermined result will naturally arrive."

If you were given a choice to be reborn as a king, a main character of a light novel, or a dragon, which would you choose? It’s not hard to pick from those three options, after all, the first two could be achieved with effort and a bit of luck. But the last one? Now that’s a man’s romance. Becoming a dragon is the ultimate fantasy for men, and this is the tale of a certain blue-eyed white dragon and a certain ahoge girl, as they embark on a journey like no other.

Uhh, basically Solomon world turned into a lostbelt and instead of CHALDEA it was Astral Express... I dunno just read it. Ps:Not my art and also my update probably do 2-3 days since I'm planning to write every chapter with 1-2k words. That's it, bye.

A story in which the Pokémon world explores the madness of the Nasuverse via Twitch Livestream. The poor innocent souls thought that Ritsuka Fujimaru was a normal streamer, from an alternate world where Pokémon didn't exist, but they had no idea his true destiny would drag them all into the grand epic tale that is Fate/Grand Order. Crossposted on Questionable Questing and Archive of our Own. *This is a work of fanfiction, I will not accept money for this story as it will fall outside fair use if I do so.*

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

Ritsuka awakens in a virtual realm with amnesia, forced into a deadly conflict for the mythical Holy Grail that can grant any wish. Aided by a sword wielding berserk who goes by "Saber" as her partner she must battle friends and foes alike to unravel the truth of her identity

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

My PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/ghostybones [For advanced R-18 anime chapters] MC is reborn as Bell Cranel from Danmachi but more evil and anti-hero as he was highly skilled assassin and super solider in past life. Bell is now reborn a Hentai System in Danmachi world and will try to get a huge harem by using [Hentai Powers]. This time he won't be pushed around anymore and not a beta and instead become a Alpha Male and rise to become an Overlord and God in Danmachi world!. Beautiful anime girls from every Isekai anime are in the harem and it is Danmachi, Fate Verse, and multiverse Isekai R-18 fanfic so expect some other girls from other Isekai anime but mostly Danmachi girls for now. Both from anime and manga. R-18 Danmachi/Fate Multiverse Isekai fanfic, meaning lots of beautiful Isekai anime girls and sexy Fate verse anime girls in this fic! Main World: Danmachi world fused with every Fate verse and Isekai anime like, Sword Art Online, Overlord, RE:Zero, TenSura[Slime Isekai anime], Frieren: Beyond the Journey, Jobless Reincarnation, Eminence in Shadows, Rising Shield Hero, and many more Isekai anime! This fic is a dark version of the R-18 EPIC Danmachi multiverse fanfic. Endless Path of Cosmos. [WARNING!]: Hardcore R-18, gore, and Wincest and Genderbend. Expect Bell to be evil. Also some male characters like the Original Bell might become female. My PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/ghostybones [For advanced chapters] Extra Tags: Isekai anime girls, Goth Anime Girls, MILF, Anime Dommy Mommies, Girl Slaves, Master, Anime Summonings, Anime Powers, Weak to Strong, Ruthless MC, BDSM, Evil MC, Smart MC

Transported to the Type-Moon world, in order to gain the power to protect himself, Novia chose to traverse history once again, forging his own legend. “We believe in one Lord, the Almighty, the Creator of all things visible and invisible.”In the declining Roman Empire of the Age of Gods, he single-handedly united the church three hundred years ahead of time. “…suffered, and on the third day rose again, ascended into heaven, and will come again to judge the living and the dead. The Final Judgment will vanish because of our atonement.” Later, when he learned of the Behemoth landing in Gaul, the Dragons soaring over Athens, and Leviathan stirring up tsunamis in the Mediterranean… “Oh no, the Final Judgment really is here!” Would it still be possible for an impostor like his to reach heaven if she ended it all now?… “A small cheat is still a cheat, right? But all my lifetimes combined wouldn’t stand a chance against a single slap from Quetzalcoatl.” Thus spoke Novia—The Shadow of the Lord on Earth · Imperial Tutor of Rome · First Pope of the Church · The Sanctified One · Rider of Albion· Dual Sovereign of the Huns · Pioneer of Central and South America · The Silver Key-bearer. _________ More Chapters on my P*treon lightmareTL

"daddy please you don’t have to do this; you’re hurting me! Daddy please!!!" I cried louder but it was as if nothing happened. He only stopped after making his way through me. After I was raped by that useless assault, my whole life became miserable till I met my angel who was also killed by my sister and his brother. I went through series of sexual harassment. I was betrayed by my own sister. But I never gave in till I made it and made every soul payed for what they did to me.

MATURED CONTENT 18 Bernice, a young beautiful billionaire decided to take revenge on all those who abused her sexually. It all started when she was turned into a sex machine at age six by his own cousin. Not just that, after she was used and dumped by any boyfriend she took. She worked really hard and had her own company which she was the CEO. *FLASH BACK* What Daniel saw forced him to flinch. He ran back outside to go and call Grace leaving Dominic and Bernice in the world of fear. She moved her hands between her thighs and... "You are not wearing pants!" She exclaimed.