freya and kratos fanfiction

In the world of "Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?," I've become the target of the goddess of beauty, Freya, right from the start. Bearing the burden of 'All the Evil of the World,' I've become an interesting 'anomaly' in Freya's eyes. Gods, seeking entertainment in the mortal world, naturally find it intriguing to discover this unique 'individual.' My name is Ethan Starfall, a transmigrator, and now I find myself captured by Freya. What should I do? It's an emergency!!! --- Support Me: patreon.com/U22 youtube.com/@animexfirst --- Please Note: I do not own anything in this fanfiction. The copyright belongs to their respective creators.

Reincarnated into the world of DanMachi, and right from the beginning, I caught the attention of the beauty goddess Freya. Carrying the burden of “All the Evil of This World,” I became an intriguing singularity in Freya’s eyes. The gods descended to the lower world in search of entertainment. So when she discovered this unusual individual, her curiosity was naturally piqued. My name is Cao Ye, a transmigrator. Now the Goddess of Beauty is watching me closely… What the hell am I supposed to do? This is urgent!!!

The Silent Witch was Orario's greatest adventurer. But she could not be the city's salvation, and though she would believe in the next generation. She would leave behind a legacy, one meant to protect and guard the city in case the worst came to pass. This legacy would be in the form of a boy, one born from her own womb, famous all over Orario as Inumaki-The Silent.

Having fought his way through the Holy Grail War, the heroic spirit Emiya thought he could finally welcome his eternal rest. Yet, the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself thrown into the Labyrinth City of Orario, only to be taken home by a certain silver-haired nymphomaniac (cross that out)—Goddess of Beauty."Shirou, your soul—so riddled with

A guy trying (and failing) to be Kratos, rampaging through the Percy Jackson world with a Berserker System, ultimately proving that war isn’t just about power—but about pure unbridled aura. Comedy, chaos, progression, and god-tier battles—what’s not to love?

renaci en Freya familia, pero mi un perro se quedaría! así que me escape, fue la mejor decisión que pude tomar pero.... porque hay una "heroína" aquí? porque no sale todo bien! maldición maldición!

What would happen to the world of RWBY when the God of War happens to get transported there? Well let's find out

(Heavy R+18 ) A soul from our world reborn into the body of Freya Mikaelson. Watch how she becomes the most powerful witch of all time while enjoying her immortality.

Reborn into the world of Dungeon Oratoria—an era where gods walk among mortals—Qianshuo begins a brand-new life. During his travels, he is ambushed by monsters that have escaped from the Dungeon. Pushed into a battle to the death, he crosses paths with Freya, newly returned from her journey through the desert. At the brink of death, Qianshuo burns away his very life and awakens the forbidden blade art—“Ittou Shura”. Azure flames coil around his swordlight. In that absolute dead end, his soul undergoes a transcendence. It is a radiance no one has ever seen before—light forged from pure swordlight itself. And in that instant, Freya realizes something: The “partner” she has been searching for… may have finally appeared. Afterward, Qianshuo—gravely wounded and hovering between life and death—is brought back to the Freya Familia. To repay the debt of that rescue, and to grow stronger, he chooses to join her familia. “Qianshuo— I want you to become the strongest.” That is Freya’s expectation of him. “I will become the world’s number one great swordsman!” That is Qianshuo’s vow in answer to her wish—his ideal, the dream he will stake everything on. …… And when Qianshuo completes the evolution of Ittou Rasetsu, ascending into the strongest swordsman of all— He finally notices something. The way Freya looks at him… is not the way a goddess looks at a mere follower. “Oh, right, Qianshuo. There’s one more line I forgot to say back then— Become the strongest in the world… and then become my partner. (…or rather.)”

This fanfic takes place just after the 4th book, Graevale (Or Vardaesia, kinda) *** The war had been won, Aven Dalmarta had been locked away in a painting forever, and things were slowly getting pieced back together. Until mysterious sightings of the dark prince began circling around Medora. Another war was rising; It's sole purpose: to win and enslave all of Freya's people. Is it Aven Dalmarta behind the scenes? Or is it another who wears a Crown of Darkness? **Teaser** I sprinted down the halls in the library, feet barely touching the ground as I raced towards the painting that held Aven captive. Gasping for breath, I slowed my momentum as I reached the lonely painting. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw his miserable figure, head bowed on his knees in the sunset-lit colours. I dialled Bear, "Hey, he's right here, it was a false alarm-" "Alex, Aven's out." "What? How? There can't be two of them-" I was cut of by Bear again: "I know because he's standing a couple of metres away from us." (Also on wattpad)