barefoot fanfic

A soul from the modern world dies and awakens before a mystical wheel of fate. His reward: a powerful Barbarian template granting mastery over lightning and ice. A second spin grants him the legendary Leviathan Axe. Reborn three thousand years before canon events, he must carve his legend in a brutal era where strength decides destiny.

Juane has always been wanting to do his barbarian clan proud. now he can! but to do so he must understand the secret to his soul. his aura is unlocked but that's not all. He needs... something.... someone... someones? Maybe? Follow along as Jaune the Barbarian has to figure out that sometimes. Even the greatest warriors... need a hand from their friends.

Hello, Author here - I'm absolutely horrid at writing synopsis as I've recently found out. I've been trying to write one for the past hour but I just can't get it right. So, I thought instead of giving too much away or giving too little details about the book, I'd just tell you what you're in for. Basically, the MC is reborn into Marvel, more specifically an MCU timeline that has been merged with the McAvoy X-Men timeline. MC will be a Mutant who's mutant power is that anytime he wants, he can travel to an unusual world that is reminiscent of the Dungeons from the Gamer series, and after he kills enough Mobs in the dungeon, a boss spawns just like in the Manhwa. Except these bosses correlate to a boss from my favorite game: Dark Souls 3. Obviously he also has a system but it'll be a bit different than the system from the Gamer. It'll have a class in it, for one. Which for the MC, is obviously a Barbarian. Either way, this is my first fanfic, so I hope to not disappoint too much!

Selama era Sengoku feodal Jepang, tentara samurai perkasa pertempuran di seluruh tanah matahari terbit. Pembunuhan mendadak Lord Nobunaga yang kuat telah memicu mad dash untuk kekuasaan. Panglima perang dari setiap kerajaan telah mengubah tentara mereka menjadi mesin perang, masing-masing berharap untuk memberlakukan mereka sendiri visi pribadi untuk masa depan Jepang.

Indian doctor came across her dreamland. and meet the guy of her life. will they end up or their profession will apart them?

This is a short story. So I will give a short summary. One Man. Out Of Commission. One Promise. Back For Blood. To Hunt. For One Last Time. It's an Marvel AU. Warning: This is not a John Wick Fanfic. But has elements and inspiration based on the character John Wick. --- Support me on patreon, if you wish. Link:patreon.com/Darkwolfest 1. You will get 20+ additional chapters in total. 2. Exclusive voting power and special shout outs. 3. Sponsorship for my latest chapters.

A normal person died due to unknown reasons. A man reincarnates with nothing but himself in world of ninjas as a Hyuga in the most bloodiest time, The Warring states Era! Watch how his journey unfolds. Will he conquer everything? Will he die a miserable death? Read to find out. Disclaimer: I am not taking any responsibility for anything nor I owe the series I include in this piece of art except my own characters. Read at your own risk. Also here is my discord pls join. https://discord.gg/FCPJrGGrxd

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.