rayman fanfiction

“You lose everyone, that’s just the way it is now. Get use to it.” The new world, where blood and dirt stained your body like it was your favourite perfume. Gore, misery and death is what now comes with the art of survival, everything that you once knew was gone. Scar Jensen, a fighter herself, loses almost everyone she held dear to her heart, that is until she meets an unlikely group of people. Fighting their way to survive in a world where the odds are always against you, love, tragedy and heartbreak was inevitable. Who knew that people so different could become so close when in the face of death?

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I don’t claim to write this, I simply direct, I’m no translator, no writer, just a director who likes to use fun ideas and see where they go ——————— Author —————— Eli Mercer is an ordinary man trying to survive an unforgiving city. By day he’s invisible, by night he hauls crates along Gotham’s docks, keeping his head down and his questions to himself. Born with unnaturally gray skin and a life defined by routine, Eli believes the world still follows rules—until violence forces him to discover it doesn’t apply to him the same way anymore. Caught between rival gangs and bullets that should kill him, Eli learns that his strength, endurance, and resilience are far beyond human, yet strangely restrained—barely enough to stand out in a city of monsters and myths. Unaware of Gotham’s true nature or the legacy tied to his powers, Eli struggles to hold onto his humanity as something ancient stirs within him. In a city watched by legends and haunted by the dead, an average man with the powers of Solomon Grundy begins to rise—not as a hero or a villain, but as something Gotham has never seen before.

At a future time when all the miraculous were lost and some were transported to dungeons, portals, and many more to come.

The fight between truth and ideals, a confrontation that continues through the ages and which never seems to have an end. This story tries to capture the essence of Unova, what each character represents and what was one of the best if not the best Pokémon story. -Pokémon and the image do not belong to me, and I only try to interpret the characters through this fanfic. -Any advice to improve is welcome. -The story is inspired by the game and not the anime. -There will be small changes, but I will be as faithful to the story as possible. -The names of some characters change depending on the language, so I will name them as I know them. -At the start the writing is quite simple, but I improve my writing in every chapter, so don't worry :P.

Stan Lee is dead, but he will forever live in our hearts. A nameless kid that goes by the alias 'Stray' will die today. At the tender age of 13-years-old, he will be chopped up for his organs to be sold on the market. In the real world, this shit does happen. Illegal possession of children for various criminal purposes is but one of the few methods of the various criminal organizations worldwide to boost their income on various fronts. Begging, con, organs, smuggling, trafficking, drugs, prostitution... children are... more luxurious goods than an average citizen could imagine. It's a cruel world we live in. But crueler so to the naive children who have nothing to do with the evil of the world. Stray, despite experiencing all of this evil, dies a rather peaceful death under the influence of anesthesia. At that instant, the world turns white, and then... he meets Stan Lee, his idol. *** Author's notes *MC will grow up fast, the phase will kick up a notch once he turns 15 years old *It has time travel *Uploads are 7:00 am every MWF. GMT +8 The cover photo is not mine. Please, if you want me to take it down immediately, I will, just say the word. This fanfic is my love letter to Stan Lee, the MCU, and my heroes. It has no harem, just a straight honest story about a young teen. I am not expecting to earn anything from this fanfic. Written by yours truly, an MCU fan since Spiderman 1... and even now, still an MCU fan, after the terrible and repulsive she-hulk TV series. PS. This fanfic wasn't written with The Agents of Shield TV series in mind, so there might be inconsistencies.

In the summer following his fourth year at Hogwarts, Severus Snape stumbles upon a forgotten tome within the dusty shelves of his mother's collection—a tome that speaks of the ancient and esoteric art of mind manipulation and defense, known to wizards as the Mind Arts. This discovery marks the beginning of Severus's journey down a path less traveled, diverging significantly from the destiny that the wizarding world might have expected from a young man of his talents and lineage. Buy me a coffe: https://ko-fi.com/saffronknight

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.