abyssal fanfic

In the turbulent seas of the New World, betrayal had already sealed its mark. Teach’s hands dripped crimson, Thatch’s lifeless body sprawled beneath him, and the sky roared, thunder splitting the horizon. Yet even in the wake of murder, Teach’s voice quivered with disbelief. “Where is it? The Dark-Dark Fruit... vanished? Impossible... I killed him for nothing?” Far beyond those seas, in the war-torn Shinobi World, another shadow stirred. Black Zetsu stood frozen, his gaze locked upon the ominous dark energy now coiling around Madara Uchiha. His words trembled with desperation. “Where… is my mother?!” Madara, touched by confusion yet cloaked in power, could only murmur: “She was… consumed. Devoured by this darkness.” Zetsu’s silence screamed louder than any battle cry. And in yet another realm, in the sanctified heart of the Seireitei, a quiet storm brewed. Aizen’s eyes, sharp with curiosity, lingered on the man before him. “Sensei, what’s the name of your Zanpakuto?” The answer came like a whisper from the abyss, calm yet absolute. “Kaguya-hime.” Three worlds, three shadows of destiny, all bound by the same unfathomable darkness. ——————— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/AlexandrusTL 100+ advance chapter! ——————— SAUCE: https://wap.faloo.com/new_942969.html ——————— NOTE: The other two worlds won’t appear for at least 400 chapters. This story is structured more like a One Piece fanfic that eventually moves on to Naruto and Bleach once the protagonist has fully reached the peak of each world. If you're looking for a crossover where the MC jumps from one world to another, this might not be for you.

In the world of that time I got reincarnated as a slime there are seven sins. Prideful king Lucifer. Greedy king Mammon. Envious king leviathan. Wrathful king Satanael. Slothful king Belphegor. Gluttonous king Beelzebuth. Lustful king Asmodeus. But what if there was one more sin, a sin that everyone who knew about it thought it was almost impossible to obtain. Follow our young mc as she tries to find her place in the world, while trying to get over her horrific past. This is the story of the sin of Sorrow. I do not own that time I got reincarnated as a slime everything belongs to their respected owners. I also don't have any right to the image above. If the artist wants me too I will take it down.

I just wrote this cuz I was bored. No romance. its gonna be fast paced. CURRENT WORLD IS WARHAMMER 40k MC is a crow who is reincarnated into the monsterverse and is born in the hollow earth. She gets stronk real fast and eats things to get stronger like Rimuru. She has a human form eventually, but doesn't use it all too often. She a big girl too. 1st - Legendary Monsterverse (Big Arc) 2nd - Pacific Rim (Short Arc) 3rd - Power Rangers (for half a chapter) 4th- Warhammer 40k (for less than half a chapter) 5th- Tensura (Big Arc) 6th- Solo Leveling (Short Arc) 7th - Warhammer 40k (Big Arc) 8th - Overlord (Big Arc)

After dying in his old world, a Lord of the Mysteries fanatic awakens in Pritz Harbor 2 years before Klein Moretti opens his eyes in Tingen. He is now Lucian Vale, sole heir to a wealthy, powerful, and corrupt coastal family. Branded as a Blessed by the High-Dimensional Overseer, granted a dangerous boon, and hunted by the vultures circling his estate, Lucian realizes that wealth and caution alone will not keep him alive. To survive, he chooses the Abyss pathway and becomes a beyonder. In the years before the gray fog rises, Lucian forges House Vale into a dominant beyonder faction, his name spreading beyond the harbor as a rising terror in the beyonder world. Yet, long before the final apocalypse can unravel the world, a crimson light ripples above the gray fog, and a remarkably rational Devil takes his seat at an ancient bronze table. ‎ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ‎ Alger: 'A Devil... personally accepted by Mr. Fool. I dare not question "His" arrangements, but my survival instincts are screaming. What terrifying plan is “He” preparing? Could "He" be planning to use him against the Seven Churches? No... thou shalt not test God. I must observe carefully.' Audrey: 'His emotional colors are perfectly controlled, like any proper Loen gentleman. Yet my Spectator vision catches the suffocating pressure beneath his gentlemanly calm. It feels so dangerous! To walk such a dark path while keeping his manners... Mr. Devil must carry a very complicated burden. No, no, you must not pry too deeply, Audrey!' Klein: ‘A wealthy member with stable Beyonder channels should have been good news... No, that sounds too shallow. This is clearly to strengthen the Tarot Club’s foundation and improve its long-term development. But why did my new “reliable channel” have to be a literal Devil? Why couldn't he have Miss Justice's bright, pleasant personality? ‘...Wait, no. A cheerful, innocent-acting person happily performing bloody, sacrificial Devil rituals is actually infinitely more terrifying. I take it back! I’m still just a broke Nighthawk trying to afford decent meals. Why does every step toward making The Fool look more impressive also make me feel closer to dying young?' ‎ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ‎ https://abyssalscholar.com/ 2 chapters/week ~3000 words/chapter

First came a god, one who fell into darkness, driven mad by a storm of joy and sorrow not their own. A god driven by desperation for their own salvation and hatred toward the very creations they help give form, one who was cut down by the brightest of lights, a light whose heart was filled with grief. Next came six wings of crimson red, six wings that were once pure and whole but were now stained with blood and sin; six wings that spread the taint that seeped from the broken shards of madness long since left behind. Even now, after hundreds of years, those who follow the malformed gospel of those bloodied wings continue to spread the writhing taint, twisting life to meet their unholy ends. And now a third has come, one who is not of this world but who holds the key to undo the locks and reforge the pieces. In the end, whether they will fall like those before them, crushed by the weight of all that is, or rise and break the shackles that bind them, only time will tell... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I do not claim to own "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" or any of the corresponding characters in that anime; everything belongs to their respective owners. Additionally, images and artwork I may occasionally use do not belong to me; I only use them as references. If their rightful owners ask me to remove them, I will. Finally, this fanfiction will only be uploaded here, on Webnovel, four the foreseeable future. If this changes, I will update this section with the relevant information.

"They say fear has a name. Some dread an old man preaching peace; others tremble before a half-blood who denies his own heritage and hides behind the title of 'Lord.' How pathetic. I was born in the freezing abyss of Azkaban. The son of Bellatrix Lestrange's madness and a Dementor's despair. My mother taught me the Unforgivable Curses before I could even hold a wand, and my father gave me a mind that no Legilimens will ever crack. When I first stepped into their world, everyone suspected me. They feared the boy who was raised in the dark, the son of Voldemort's most fanatic lieutenant. But suspicions are fragile things. With every flawless, aristocratic bow, and every display of unyielding, calm demeanor, I let their fears wither away. Step by step, I made them forget what I am. Now, the wizarding world is tearing itself apart. Cornelius Fudge and his Ministry cling to forced ignorance, while the rest finally accept that the Dark Lord has returned. They are all so consumed by their petty war that both sides share the exact same blind spot: they look at my quiet smile and see no threat. They think I am safe. To me, Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort are just half-bloods playing God. The true heir of the House of Black has finally stepped out of the shadows. I am Antares Black. And the time has come for the world to remember the true meaning of terror. This time, it won't come from a wand—it will come from the very essence of Azkaban." Disclaimer & Ownership: -Harry Potter and its universe belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This is a non-profit fanfiction. -Antares Black, the original plot twists, and unique concepts are my original creation. Do not copy or plagiarize.

After a horrifying first encounter with (what he can only imagine was) some version of Sunny from Shadow Slave. An avid reader of the series finds himself transported to the terrifying world of GuiltyThree. Will he be able to even find his way through his first nightmare let alone all of the, dangerous and bloody events that transpire through the story. More importantly will he be able to convince sunny to be more open about honey. *The story and characters (Besides Ryder) are all made from 'Shadow Slave' by GuiltyThree if you havent read up to at least Chap 2400 i will refrain from trying to make to make spoilers in the beginning but continue at your own risk* **This is my first fanfic to please let me know any ways i could make it better or if i miss some things or you have any ideas that i can use im open to anything. **

From the depths of despair rises a force the world is not ready for. Abandoned at birth and left to perish in the darkest slums, he refuses to die. Forged by suffering and hardened by survival, his journey begins in blood and shadow. With nothing but his will, he will carve a path through the seas, leaving only ruin in his wake. The world will soon know his name—but by then, it will be far too late..........

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?