alyosha vladimir kravinoff fanfic

What if the Count was less old-fashioned and more loving toward his children, where Vlad and Ingrid better bond and Vlad became more accepting of his vampiric nature? What would happen to the adventures of the Chosen One, would he become the spitting image of what every vampire wants him to become or would he remain steadfast in his journey for peace for vampires and breathers? Also on fanfic.net under the same name and author

If I could choose any fictional power, it’d be Rentarou Aijou’s from The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You. He gets 100 girlfriends who love him unconditionally—or they die—and as a gag character, he’s basically invincible. Rentarou can do anything for love: break the fourth wall, move at super speed, clone himself, catch meteorites, complete city-wide construction in an hour, snap his neck 180 degrees, even defy gods. The list goes on forever! I’d love to have that power—especially if my 100 girlfriends were heroines from my favorite anime, manga, and light novels. And that’s exactly what happens to Haruno Aizawa. One day, he regains his past-life memories and discovers he’s inherited Rentarou’s absurd abilities. Suddenly, iconic heroines from across the multiverse start falling head over heels for him. But there’s a catch—he remembers why he rejected 100 girls in his past life, and the truth isn’t easy to face. Now, armed with unstoppable power and an ever-growing harem, Haruno must navigate a whirlwind of love, chaos, and fourth-wall-breaking nonsense—all while trying not to mess things up again.

Senji Muramasa looked at his story but saw that his situation was very different from the story he had seen of him. Nothing good will come of him if he deviates from the story that has already been written.

When a modern Englishman dies in a car crash and finds himself in asoiaf, he gets the shock of his life. Forced into an impossible situation, he's armed with only his wits and knowledge of things to come. Will he fall into despair or forge his own destiny? A self-insert fanfiction. Chaps every day and a Bonus Every 100 Stones This story was made by LuciusOctivus you can find him at https://www.fanfiction.net/u/9306830/LuciusOctivus I'm just reposting with his permission

Starts off in danmachi, basic transmigration and wishes scenarion. I'm currently writing on it now. Suggestive criticism is welcome.

HARPALYCE FELL INTO HELL...WE WILL SEE WHAT WİLL HAPPEN

A quirst for power. A path of redemption. A journey of dreams. An anomoly.

ito po ay isang libro na babalikan ang mga sinaunang kwento,dito din natin maalala lahat ng mga napanood natin

Hello Friend . Do you wish to hear a Tale ? Wonderfull !! Mmh...how about a classic tale, you can never go wrong with the classics ! A tale filled with adventure and struggle, of humans and gods, of light and dark, and the Good that keeps evil at bay. Very well, then let us begin. Once upon a time, there was a human who had a spark ; He dreamt of connections of friendship untold; He kept those dreams , close to his Heart, swimming through life, while gazing at the night sky; Yet when he looked, something looked back, it was an entity of old , and it had found its match; A bond was forged on that starless night, for the lonely shadow had found its lonely light; Together they travelled through galxies and stars, two opposites of nature , yet bonded for life; Enbarked for an Adventure with no end in sight. [Disclaimer] the picture is not mine, all credits go to Its Maker

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.