embassy row fanfiction

En la última batalla de la era anterior, ocho guerreros de fusión lucharon contra el Herrscher of the End, y al final, solo Kevin salió sin ayuda. A través de la resonancia de la memoria, vi a Kevin sentado en una silla sollozando solo, nunca olvidaré esta escena. En ese momento estaba pensando, si puedo convertirme en un luchador contra Honkai, debo ganarlo todo. Ahora que el final está cerca, tengo que considerar si esta es la única oportunidad que tengo en mi vida. Creo que la espada tipo fuego puede tener la posición dominante en el pasado, y Kevin ha contribuido mucho. ¡Es mi deber refundir la gloria de la gran espada tipo fuego! Kiana: ¡Pero Xiaobai, usas un cuchillo después del espacio virtual! Bai Mo: ¡Cállate! ¿Una espada larga de cuatro pies y tres pulgadas no puede considerarse una gran espada tipo fuego? Mira la Judgement of Shamash y la Divine Meteor Sword, ¿cuál tiene la apariencia de una gran espada? ! ¡El maestro del espadachín de fuego! ¡Con este fuego, el corte es interminable! ! ! En pocas palabras, este es Honkai Impact 3rd, que fue derribado por un travesaño que "tiene una gran apariencia y fuerza, no muchas cosas, una personalidad fuerte y una configuración hermosa". Las alas no se anudan, y el vindicador da vueltas. PD: Aunque el protagonista piensa que ocupa el cuerpo de otras personas, de hecho, sigue siendo su propio cuerpo. >Solo Traducción Automática

SOMETHING , SOMETHING

Kyouki awakens from a five-year coma to a fractured Stilwater. The Saints are scattered, new gangs have claimed the streets, and the city reeks of blood and betrayal. With cold precision, Kyouki begins rebuilding the Saints piece by piece—rising from ruin to reclaim the empire that once bore their name.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, these are owned by THQ and Volition. This fanfiction follows and is loosely based on the aftermath of Saints Row: The Third. Steelport, a city that is the mainstay of violence caused by gangs. And within the Third Street Saint's success, the Boss's origins finally unfold. His name is Miguel Alatorre, a drug dealer who turned average Saint into its glorious yet laid-back leader.

so I really like the third street Saints I might pump out a chapter but if anything I want others to give it a try cause I would definitely read it. so like I dont own any thing it's just a fanfic from marvel and the saints. I was thinking about saints in a regular world. or maybe in another world not sure it's real hard cause I have so many ideas and I cant focus on one story my mind splinters away into many different stories at the same time so my writing may get confusing.

A man is transmigrated, or rather fussed with his favorite character from his old life, little did he know, there was much more to this world and this character then he could have ever thought. There will be big changes but I won’t cut out of the plot, a lot of it will still go as planned in the OG series, so it’s a AU, SI kind of, the Mc will only be with 2 - 3 females, but I’m leaning more to 2, and one is Unohana. # I own nothing, everything is from there respect creators

After the Great War between the Black Elementals and the rest of the world, the last good Elementals went into their Eternal Rest. They were few of them left and they broke their bonds with the Witchers after defeating the Black ones. Years later, a crack in the ancient ice echoed through the valleys and villages until the sound reached Kaer Mohren. It was the same time a child entered Kaer Mohren to start his Witcher training. An Elemental woke the moment Geralt of Rivia survived his tests. It was Geralt's mother, a sorceress, who wanted to keep her son safe and found this the only way : she used an old magic spell to bound their powers together from the first time they would meet. It wasn't until Blaviken, Geralt and Eira met each other and the force of their powers united.

legenda akan di mulai

Takashi awakens on the outskirts of Kyoto with no memories—only fox ears, molten-gold eyes, and a flame that refuses to die. Drawn to an abandoned shrine, he uncovers his half-yokai blood and a dangerous Longinus Sacred Gear called Infernal Requiem. Caught between spirits, yokai, and the shadows of the supernatural world, Takashi must choose who he wants to be—before the fire inside consumes Kyoto itself. A quiet, emotional tale of identity, sacrifice, and the ember that refused to fade.

Zemblanity; the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know the opposite of Serendipity