ghostbusters fanfiction

On a radiator-clanking March morning in 1984, Nate wakes in an Alphabet City walk-up with a dead woman's voice in his head and a brass-and-bakelite device older than he is wrapped in oilcloth on the closet shelf. Helen Caroline Mitchell built proton-stream containment in 1924, nobody believed her, and her residue has been waiting fifty-six years for a bearer the Charter would choose. Now Nate can stream positrons from his bare palm, see every haunting the city hides, spawn traps from empty air, and file the exact paperwork that keeps a regulator named Walter Peck off his back. The catch is that the work shortens the worker, and the city is climbing toward a Sumerian god on a Central Park West rooftop while four famous men in jumpsuits chase fame and a paycheck. He is not here to replace them. He is here to make sure fewer of them die, to keep his name off the news, and to never, ever tell Janine the truth one second later than he must.

Publish on webnovel. Fantasy, horror, crime fiction...

"1.... 2.... 3....." The little girl giggled, departing from the downcast property and running into the woods beyond the seeker's protection. It was a relatively bleak and humid day as the clouds would cry every morning when she would wake. There was usually a thick layer of fog hovering around their house of worn bricks. This was why it became a normal expectation whenever she was told that it was too misty to play Hide and Seek...

A boy who's hunted by all supernatural races for being something he was forced to be, will he finally find his salvation in a form of our familiar red-headed Gremory? Follow karma Miguell on his path of redemption and revenge as he tries to find his lost sister......while also making a few girls fall for him along the way.

The world is not as happy it seems and people are not as happy as they seem but the world goes on with out paying them any heed , and this was how a man seemingly happy dies to starts a new life within a new and potentially more dangerous . Follow as akuma distinguish between evil and good friend and foe and the journey to find ones own Ghoul. (I am not very good at creating synopsis but I did as best I could)

A normal salarymen died from the mistake of higher-being . As to apologize the being gift him with some wishes. Now the new story begins. I don't own any thing from my hero academia or ben 10 series. All the art belong to their respective owner

# **NIGHTHOWL** In the broken streets of Nightveil, power means everything. Money controls the police. Gangs control the streets. And hidden above them all, the Kings rule entire cities like gods. Arthur Vale never wanted any part of that world. A sixteen-year-old orphan raised in Ashray Home alongside his closest friends Ren, Jace, and Eli, Arthur only cared about surviving another day, riding through the city on his bike, and protecting the only family he had left. But after a simple delivery job goes wrong, Arthur is exposed to a mysterious underground serum known only as **A** — a substance powerful enough to evolve the human body into something beyond human. Most people die from exposure. Arthur survives. Now hunted by gangs, corporations, Cleaners, and the Kings themselves, Arthur begins changing into something terrifying — a predator-type A-user with glowing silver eyes,

Can 25 years really be called a lifetime?” Louis had only truly lived for three years when his body collapsed in his original world. At the moment of death, he is reborn in the world of Tokyo Ghoul. “Hello host, congratulations on your successful transmigration.” “The system is only auxiliary and will not provide substantial help.” “Your goal is to survive until the end of the story by any means necessary. Success grants a return ticket to your original world.” Armed with knowledge of future events, Louis begins with confidence until he realizes something is wrong. In this world, he is not just an outsider… he is something far more “scented” than the average human.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"