bendy ink withdral fanfic

Synopsis : Transmigration. The word still hit Regal like a cold splash of water - a reminder of how his old life, against all his wild imagination, had ended in the least cinematic way possible. No heroic sacrifice. No tearful goodbyes. Not even a poetic monologue. Just… poof. Lights out, curtains down, and show over. Yet, here he was, still alive. Regal Seraphsail - same name, same dreams, but in a world fourteen years into the past. New packaging, though. It was December 2009, in a world that was almost - but not quite - Earth. Then, there was The System. It rewarded him with skills, scripts, and creativity, all tailored to help him become the greatest storyteller this world had ever seen. For Regal, it was the perfect tool. Because, with or without it, Regal’s singular dream had always been cinema - and he will achieve it this time. From writing world-changing stories to directing films that redefined the industry, Regal was determined to become the biggest figure Hollywood had ever seen. His first step? Penning a book called＜Harry Potter＞and watching it take the world by storm. ===== Points to be noted: - This is a Parallel World. With different people, different backgrounds, and different ages. So, expect plenty of unexpected surprise cameos of celebrities. - No Harem (OC Female Lead). - The MC is not a money driven person, but he understands the practical need for success to bring his visions to life. - Don’t expect an overly realistic portrayal of Hollywood’s dark side, other issues, or any overly grim themes. - I am here to write a fun and entertaining story, not to delve into anything beyond that or political themes. ===== If you are enjoying the story and want to read early chapters, consider supporting me on Patreon! –> [email protected]/OrgoWriters . I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad, AO3, and ScribbleHub. ….

After dying in a hospital, our Mc wants to enjoy his new life to the fullest. What can you do with the Longinus Annihilation maker, a great imagination, the legacy of a certain painter and a system that lets you summon characters you knew in you past life? Carrying problems from the past, finding new ones on this world or summoning them from another world What changes would he bring to this new world? I do not own the cover. Dxd or any of the summoned characters. English is not my main lenguage.

Eloise, a struggling author, never expected her fictional world to become real-or for Caius Drayke, her tragic hero, to step into her reality. Desperate to change his fate, Caius pulls her into the world she created, where magic, danger, and forgotten love await. As they journey through kingdoms, face deadly foes, and rewrite destiny, an undeniable bond grows between them. But when fiction and reality blur, will Eloise give Caius the happy ending he deserves-or will she become part of the story forever?

Blessed with a second chance at life. Leon is determined to lead a wealthy and comfortable life, however his new world isn't as simple as it seems. There are superpowers everywhere, names he had heard before but can't quite place them. Somethings seem familiar but he can't remember why or how. --- This is the story of Leon Nunez, a man who reincarnated into the body of the mutant Leon Nunez. === If you like my story please leave a review and if you want to read ahead. Please visit my patreon @patreon.com/lucid_mind

"Destiny is All," the warriors shout, but Thorne knows that destiny is built on crop rotation and supply chains. As a man who thinks in systems in an age of superstition, he navigates the court of King Alfred using the King’s Ear and the Commander’s Eye to anticipate the Great Heathen Army. He has spent years drilling thirty men into a tactical machine and fortifying a border no one else wanted. But as the Chronicle begins to autonomous annotate his life in a secondary hand, Thorne must face the terrifying truth: he isn't just writing the history of England—he’s being written by it.

The "System" of the Great War is absolute. Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels play a cosmic game of chess, using humanity as their board and Sacred Gears as their pieces. But what happens when someone knocks over the table? When a young man is reincarnated into the world of High School DxD as Caelum Vance, he doesn't arrive with a heroic destiny or a desire to join a harem. He arrives with the Annihilation Maker—a Longinus capable of breathing life into the darkest corners of the imagination. But Caelum’s power has a glitch: It has no limits. No stamina drain. No conceptual ceiling. No gods to tell him "no." Equipped with a Void-Ink Pen and a mind filled with cosmic horrors, Caelum chooses the Third Way. He isn't interested in the Gremory's Rating Games or the Biblical Heaven’s mandates. From his shifting, eldritch manor on the outskirts of Kuoh, he begins to populate the shadows with monsters that make Great Red look like a hatchling. As the Three Factions descend upon Kuoh to investigate a power that defies the laws of magic, they find not a soldier, but a Sovereign. "I don't care about your war. I don't care about your God. But if you step on my grass... my 'pets' are going to need a snack."

In a world where humans are divided by their blood. Either black or red. Making them different yet still alike. But fate always decides to connect some people together with souls and marks, to bring something special to the world. A young girl, whose life was as normal as a teenager's, discovers it was all just a lie. All Starting from the crown inked on her skin. An innocent who becomes a killer. She stumbles across the royal family, not in a very good shape. But what then when she recognises the mark on a guy's neck. Her saviour, the prince, but he didn't seem like one. What will happen when he finds out that she bears the same mark. And now someone wants the girl dead because of the power she might have. Will they both deny destiny because of their freedom loving character. Started writing: 13june2020

Bella Swan always knew the world was more than it seemed. Each night she closed her eyes, she didn't just dream—she traveled. Slipping through time, she walked beside a man haunted by darkness and war, anchoring him when the pain threatened to consume him. That man was Damon Salvatore. As Bella navigates her canon-compliant life in Forks—complete with sparkling vampires, high school melodrama, and looming supernatural threats—her heart is tethered to a vampire who belongs to another century. Each dream pulls them closer. Each step forward in her "Twilight" life feels like a script she must play out before she can finally write her own ending. Torn between two lives and two very different vampires, Bella must face fate, free will, and the timeless bond that refuses to be broken. But time has a funny way of folding in on itself, and when Damon arrives in Forks—real, solid, and hers—the story she's been bound to shatters. This is the story of what happens when a girl destined for one vampire chooses another. A story of dream-walking, time-crossed love, chaotic destinies, and rewriting fate. The threads are tangled. The ink is permanent. And love—true love—might just be stronger than time itself.

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?"

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—"