clive and jill fanfic

When the twin suns of a dying world fall into eclipse, the fragile balance of light and shadow shatters. In the chaos that follows, destinies collide—Liora, a reluctant seer haunted by visions of cosmic fire; Kael, a warrior burdened by a legacy he cannot escape; and Arion, a shadowborn outcast who walks the thin line between salvation and ruin. Drawn together by an ancient prophecy hidden in the fractures of time, they must navigate treacherous kingdoms, forgotten ruins, and star-forged mysteries that blur the line between magic and science. As celestial storms and shadow armies converge, the trio discovers that the eclipse is not merely an omen—it is a living force, a cosmic will testing the fate of all existence. But light and darkness are not enemies; they are reflections. And in order to save their world, Liora and her companions must embrace both—at the cost of everything they love. Eclipse Chronicles is an epic blend of dark fantasy, cosmic mystery, and mythic adventure, weaving together the haunting lyricism of folklore with the vast imagination of the stars. It is a tale of sacrifice, destiny, and the fragile beauty of hope in the face of eternal shadow.

"When clinging becomes his deepest fear and worst nightmare..." "Let me be your man tonight?" "B-but... you're straight." "That's the last thing that will stop me from being with you now, Jisung." Minsung

In a fantasy world, there is Ayrion— the hero of the story — whose goal is to become the strongest. But the question is… **strongest against whom?

Your run of the mill Multiverse story with a "Rudimentary System" and a main character that can't make up his mind. This fanfic can be counted as wish fulfilment. This fanfiction is now officially a crack fic because I can't write serious stuff

Hiroto Kazuhito participated in a hero summoning transmigration and didn’t gain overpowered powers, He thought he would just be a normal person in an isekai world and live there. But suddenly, God gave him a gift. [ The Super System! ] "Moi is going to live his life like nobody else!" Join him on his adventure in the multiverse. Don’t read it for your own safety, you are warned ahead for any critical brain damage that you might take. Possible list of brain damage: Cringe - Severe Cliche Severe Anime Fanfic - Severe Self Insert - Severe Slow Life - Severe Bad grammar - Severe No immediate posting schedule unless I decided. This has been a work in progress story.

"In the shadowy corners of Samar, a planet inhabited by werewolves, the enigmatic Nocturna Manor becomes the stage for a mystical event that upheaves the course of destiny. As Prince Lycaon is born during an unusual solar eclipse, his legacy transcends the bounds of the supernatural. Royal parents Tasha and Volk grapple with ancestral mysteries and heart-wrenching choices, while their son unveils extraordinary powers. Amid buried secrets and stunning revelations, Lycaon must navigate a world of darkness and light to become the ultimate alpha, thus shaping the future of werewolves and their planet. A captivating tale of birth, challenges, and transformation, where the exceptional fate of a child becomes the catalyst for a revolution. Please note that English is not my primary language, and the translation was done using ChatGPT. I hope you enjoy it!"

Un sistema que te da recompensa por momentos cliché, pero tú dirás, eso sería inútil en el mundo real, pero y si vamos a un mundo de anime, ¿en donde los clichés están por todas partes? pues esto será interesante

He spent his first life climbing over everyone in his way. When a rival finally murdered him for it, he woke in a cosmic courtroom waiting to be judged for the helplessness he'd inflicted on others. He didn't wait. He slipped out, broke into the reincarnation center, hacked an admin system he wasn't meant to touch, and walked out with stolen Asgardian blood, regeneration, multiversal teleportation, and a path to become the Aspect of Magic itself. Then a guard caught him, and he panicked, and grabbed the first reality on the shelf. Westeros. Fifteen years before Robert's Rebellion. No toilets, no bathing, no shortcuts left. A god in the making with the swordsmanship of a drunk toddler, the name Big Val, and nothing but time. The climb begins. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Full disclosure, I am making this with the help of Claude. I work in IT and thought it would be a fun little projekt to try out in my spare time. I am in full control of the plot, I set the tone and do the revisions until I am happy with the story. So this is my fun take on a story. Please suggest plot points, fun things that could happen in the future, I will take it all into consideration. If this story has some success I will eventually make it multiversal, It is made with that in mind. The plot is open to mine and your whims. Happy Gunting!

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.