dragons return fanfic

[COMPLETED] Sawamura Eijun, a Relief Pitcher in the Pro League after 10 years of hard work and still couldn’t achieve his dreams, woke up back at the time of his youth. Can he achieve his dreams this time? This is a translation and I don’t own anything.

The stars twinkle, and everything is laid bare under their gaze. A hall of stars capable of convening meetings between the Old Ones and Outer Gods. Hastur Campbell, a fallen noble, begins his legend on the path of the Black Emperor. He is the symbol of chaos and order! He is the Lord of Order! He is the origin of all the rules of the starry sky! He is the returns of the stars

Ian never imagined that while playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, he would suddenly find himself in the world of One Piece—and even more surprisingly, be taken in by the infamous Kaido. Fortunately, his soul card, the Winged Dragon of Ra, transformed into his Devil Fruit ability! And so, the sun of the Hundred Beast Pirates began to rise! Years later: Red-Haired Shanks: "Ian has gone mad; he claims he's going to summon a new Sun God!" Imu: "Sun God? Ian, could he be Nika, perhaps?" Kaido: "I chose Ian as the Sun God, and now everyone desires him!" ********** This is a translation. 海贼：百兽海贼团的翼神龙 ****** I will also upload regularly. So please add it to your collection if you like. ********** Please support me on my patreon and read upto 15 early chapters. patreon.com/PirateKing24 ***** Please subscribe to my Youtube Channel and support me, https://www.youtube.com/@OtakuFictionTales/shorts ****** Join Me on Discord : https://discord.com/invite/cnnMq3te

This isn’t the story of a hero, nor a villain. It’s the story of the weak: the ones stuck in the lowest ranks. An unfortunate transmigrator wakes up in the world of Naruto, trapped in the body of a lowly civilian-born ninja. Worse, he’s an ANBU. From the very first day, he learns the harsh truth: in ANBU, death is always waiting around the corner. On his first mission, he dies miserably. He was disposable. His captain didn’t care, the village didn’t care—so why should he? That’s when everything changes. His system awakens. 【Arc of the Waning Moon: Activated】 Once per month, if you die, you revive—rewinding to the night of the last full moon. Each death grants a random reward: • Universal Pull (Deva Path) • Refined Uzumaki Bloodline • Chakra Absorption (Preta Path) …And more. Dying isn’t the end—it’s how you level up. Until he’s strong enough, he’ll fake loyalty, cheat, betray, and kill first. “Friendship, love, and sympathy? Those are luxuries of the strong.”

"Ahh… my resurrection worked." After a thousand years, Salazar Slytherin awakens in the body of a young wizard and slips back into Hogwarts under a false name. What he finds horrifies him. Pure-blood families boasting ancient lineage? Half of them are descended from Muggle lovers or Muggle-borns. His so-called "heir" — a madman in a snake mask — is twisting his name into a banner of terror. Powerful curses and forgotten arts have vanished, replaced by flashy spells and wizards too weak to survive a real duel. The Founder of Slytherin is back… and he’s not here to watch his legacy rot. He will reclaim it. He will fix it. And heaven help anyone who stands in his way. #Relaxing #SliceofLife ○( ＾皿＾)っSupport and read 12 Chapters ahead of here at- Patreon.com/HornyFBI ________ Author/Editor: This is a new take on Slytherin like someone would feel after suddenly going to the future as he lived in ancient times. A different kind of HP Fanfic. Some parts of the story can be different from the book. There will also be some butterfly effects. Thank you for reading! _________ Original MTL name: ANCIENT WIZARDS RETURN TO HOGWARTS

In the final battle against the Wild Hunt, Harry is thrown back to when he was eleven years old, arriving at the beginning of his story in the wizarding world. Now, as memories of his Witcher training resurface, he realizes the source of his unique power—the strange magic that wizards call spells and Witchers call something else entirely. A Witcher? A wizard? Fine…if he can wield a silver sword, adding a wand should be no trouble at all.

All things must come to an end, but so long as possibility exists, even the cessation of all things will be greeted by reality anew, endlessly repeating but with the steps taken along the way varying infinitely... If you would like to support me or read up to 50 chapters ahead, search for me on Patreon at Eins_left_foot.

They thought the Red Dragon Emperor was gone. They thought Kuoh was safe from his madness. They were wrong. Hyoudou Issei, the infamous perverted dragon of Kuoh Academy, vanished during a mysterious battle. Everyone thought he was dead lost to some unknown disaster. But Issei didn’t die. Oh no. He was thrown into another world. A brutal world of magic, monsters, demon lords… and plenty of busty heroines. There, he did what he does best. He survived. He trained. He grew stronger. Strong enough to fight gods, conquer kingdoms, and maybe even tame a Demon Lord’s daughter. (Totally not his fault… probably.) Now, after three insane years over there, Issei is back. But this isn’t the same high schooler who used to scream about boobs all day. This Issei has mastered new powers, sharpened his mind, and... okay, he still screams about boobs, but now he can destroy mountains while doing it. The devils, angels, and fallen of this world? They have no idea what’s about to hit them. Old friends don’t know whether to hug him, punch him, or run for their lives. And for those who ever doubted him… well, let’s just say Dress Break has leveled up too. A stronger, crazier, and hornier Red Dragon Emperor. A world on the brink of chaos. And a storm of comedy, romance, ecchi, and overpowered insanity is about to begin. Get ready, Kuoh. Issei’s back and he’s bringing the harem with him. Tag: High School DxD, Fanfiction, Harem, Ecchi, Action, Comedy, Isekai Return, Overpowered, Magic, Romance. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds

Luo Bai brings his card shop with him to a different world where duels and reign supreme. The playing cards that used to be sold by boxes and packets suddenly changed, and the customers who came to the shop also began to speak strangely, such as...... Vampire (Zombie): "I'll take a sip!" Rikka (Plant): "Please nourish me!" Exosister (Spellcaster): "Mana transfer time!" ............................... Yilan (Dragon): "Awooh~~" ............................... Luo Bai: Smooth...... Please don't build your Decks based on this book. The Author wouldn't be responsible for you getting beaten up and ranking down.

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor