a lite buffy fanfic

Before the old ones came to power there were whispers of a being so powerful that it brought all deities fear just with the mention of its name. Known to be the first being to come into being the Titan was feared by all. His very name calls his attention to the speaker. The last old one to leave this world was said to have spoken his name and fled hoping to call him down upon humanity in one final act of revenge. The old one was never heard from again.......

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Cole moves to Sunnydale a week before a sixteen-year-old transfer named Buffy Summers walks into the library. The dashboard only he can see logs the town like a battlefield: Adaptation Engine ticking up resistances every time something tries to kill him, Resonance Leech surging when he stands inside three meters of a Slayer or a Hellmouth or the wrong kind of demon. The Aegis Bonds list five names he has bled to keep alive — his mother, his younger brother, the classmate he saved on day one, Buffy, and the witch named Amy whose mother body-swapped her in chapter twelve. He intervenes early, badly, often, and the system promises that if anything kills him he reconstitutes twenty-four hours later on the nearest safe ground, minus most of what he had earned. Spike calls him the shiny boy. Drusilla wants to keep him. A demon collector called the Cartographer is filing his entry in a catalog older than the Watchers Council. Cole has already died once. The second one is going to cost more.

MC dies in a car accident, and is taken by Janus the good of door's, Chaos amongst other things, and Eris the goddess of Chaos and sex. MC gets to chose two cheats and he picks two options that he fondly remembers from an animated series, but there's a twist as it turns out our MC is the reincarnation of a being that was once a Hell Dimension Emporer God King of an anime themed hell dimension, will his magical might be used for good or evil, will mc get all the hot Buffyverse babes? I don't know but let's find out.

Damien arrives in Sunnydale with his mother, both hoping for a fresh start. The town looks postcard‑perfect—sunny streets, cheerful houses, and friendly neighbors—but Damien immediately senses something is off. The brightness feels too clean, too staged, as if hiding shadows beneath the surface.

Seemingly, reincarnated in the same world but in a female body and in another country? Not to worry, apparently, it's actually Twilight, and I'm the main character, even though I don't quite feel like it. The world is trying to make it romance story fit for the books, but I don't support the notion. Grapeshot or Twilight for those who are into women [ This fanfiction is a Twilight + IRL Mythologies + Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The story is a prequel to Weissweise and Solium Excidium, if you are not afraid of minor spoilers, you should read others as well Also it's a start of multi crossover and slightly crackish because of the sarcastic nature of the main character. ]

He remembers being scared and nervous at first. He remembers hitting Aizawa in the middle of a crowd. He remembers talking. He remembers feeling warm, feeling strangely happy. He remembers that small strip of paper Aizawa had given him, the one with his personal phone number written on it, and the promise he’d made to his teacher. And he remembers the promise his teacher had made to him. He has no idea why he’s here. Todoroki Shouto wakes up in a hospital with no memory of how he got there. He knows two things—he made a mistake somewhere along the way, and for some reason, Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi are here. Part two of the Responsibility Series Part One: https://www.webnovel.com/book/14994782606493705

Jack Williams is eighteen years old, six feet three inches tall, and has a life that seems specifically designed to destroy him. Fleeing a toxic family in rural West Virginia, he survives in a tiny room near the San Diego harbor, working at a gas station and finding refuge in the comic books, TV series, and games he consumes with almost religious devotion. One sleepless night, Jack stumbles upon a suspicious advertisement: ChaosGacha, a system that promises "the more you give, the more you receive." On impulse—or perhaps something bigger than impulse—he chooses two universes for the game: The Boys and Invincible. What seemed like entertainment becomes reality. When Jack wakes up the next morning, the world has changed. Posters of heroes that should be fiction decorate his wall. His best friend, Kevin, doesn't remember things he once knew. And on the bedroom table, inside a leather briefcase with a gold clasp, rests a technological suit that shouldn't exist in 2026: the Elite Suit — armor disguised as elegance, capable of autonomous martial arts, superhuman reflexes, real-time environmental analysis, and stealth mode. In a world where corporate heroes like Homelander and the destructive legacy of Omni-Man actually exist, Jack needs to learn to survive before the story he knows from the comics begins to unfold — and this time, in a way he can't foresee. With Kevin by his side, he begins to put together a plan. But the system wants to be fed. And the price of growing up in this world isn't just risk — it's all he has. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. Want to read advanced chapters? Visit my website: (https://parallelworldverse.com/) Want to get even further ahead? Support me on Patreon — there you'll find exclusive chapters way ahead! The link is in my profile bio. https://www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio

The first world, well that is what we think of this place a world where no history exist and we only started emerging from the grounds that this planet made, animals started appearing, humans started walking on the crust of the earth and the sky blooming it's barely living light, barely any stars exist and only 216 stars exist in the universe with the last star being made millennial ago. This story is about a world inside a weak universe.(Also NOT A FAN-FIC I WAS SUPPOSE TO PUT IT AS FICTION BUT PUT IT AS FAN-FIC NOW I CAN'T CHANGE IT BACK!)

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...