devilman crybaby fanfiction

Tenzo Eze, a Japanese/ Nigerian student finds himself an Isekai MC after trying to save the life of his best friend, Castro. Chosen as the wielder of the Crybaby Hero System, he travels to different worlds altered from their original time line, he has to bring back balance to the altered worlds, defeat villains and deal with a growing harem. [ Warning] #A harem fan-fic. # Storry is mostly plot but will have fan service. ---

(A/N - Gonna put it straight out there - Akira is gonna join Rias' peerage. Mainly because it's more fun than making a faction for himself and it'll help him come to terms with where he is faster than if he were hold up on his own somewhere. If you don't like the MC being in peerages or Rias, then don't read this story.) After his fight with Ryo, Akira realized one thing: He'd failed. Failed at avenging Miki, failed at saving Humanity...and failed at beating Ryo. The last thing he could remember was laying down next to Ryo, as Ryo spoke about something. They were surrounded by red water and the skies were clear. 'Miki would have loved to see such a clear sky...' was Akira's last thought before everything went dark. But what if...Akira found himself in a new world after everything went black? A world with Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels? Gods, Dragons, and Humans who are the Descendants of Heroes? Would the power of the strongest Demon be enough? And would Akira still fight for what he believes in, even after his defeat to Ryo? (A/N - Should be safe to assume that I don't own the cover photo or any of the anime/anime characters I use for this story.)

A grimm attack leaves a young teenager without a family and with a whole new set of powers. (Reposted from Fanfiction.net)

After his death, Akira Fudo is summoned by god, who asks him to protect Ryo’s offspring, against Ryo himself. Akira Fudo, then finds himself in another dimension similar to his own, where he will become the protector of Rin and Yukio Okumura. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ I just wanted to say that I created this fanfiction, because I couldn’t find anyone else to do it, which I thought was too bad, and I was very disappointed that nobody would do it, and I didn’t want to wait for someone to have the idea, I decided to create one by myself, therefore I prefer to warn prospective readers, I am not a professional, just a passionate, therefore my story may have some scriptwriting flaws, and personality problems of the characters. Also, I am a French, and I watched the animated in original French version, so if ever the sentences or the lines are not the right ones, it is due to the translation. I hope that despite these inconveniences you will enjoy this crossover, and I am open to any criticism to improve, as long as it is not «IT’S SHIT» «GIVE UP» «YOU ARE NOTHING» if something is wrong, please explain to me. I also have a disclaimer; this is a fanfiction/crossover where I look to gather together two animes to see what it will look like, the characters and universes do not belong to me. also if you see this fanfiction on scribblehub or wattpad, it’s normal because I also published it there

Après sa mort, Akira Fudo est appelé par Dieu, qui lui demande de protéger la progéniture de Ryo, contre Ryo lui-même. Akira Fudo, se retrouve alors dans une autre dimension similaire à la sienne, où il deviendra le protecteur de Rin et Yukio Okumura. ______________________________________________________________ Je tenais à préciser que j’ai créé cette fanfiction, car je n’ai pas trouvé d’autres personnes le faire, ce que je trouvais dommage, et comme j’étais très déçu que personne n’en fasse une, et que je n’avais pas envie d’attendre que quelqu’un en ai l’idée, j’ai décidé d’en créer une par moi-même, par conséquent je préfère avertir les lecteurs éventuels, je ne suis pas un professionnel, juste un passionné, par conséquent mon histoire risquent d’avoir quelques failles scénaristiques, et des problèmes au niveau de la personnalité des personnages. Aussi, je suis un français, et j’ai regardé l’animé en version originale soutirée française, donc si jamais les phrases ou les répliques ne sont pas les bonnes, c’est dû à la traduction. J’espère que malgré ces inconvénients vous apprécierez ce crossover, et je suis ouvert à toutes critiques pour m’améliorer, tant que c’est pas « C’EST DE LA MERDE » « ABANDONNE » « T’ES NUL » si quelque chose ne va pas, veuillez m’expliquer s’il-vous-plaît. J’ai aussi un avis de non responsabilité ; ceci est une fanfiction/crossover où je recherche à rassembler ensemble deux animes pour voir ce que cela donnera, les personnages et les univers ne m’appartiennent pas. aussi si vous trouvez la même fanfiction sur scribblehub c'est normal, je l'ai aussi publiée là-bas.

Same story, a different Issei. Warnings! Extremely OOC. Grossly Overpowered Issei. Gary-Stu Issei. Plot? What's that? Characters from other series shamelessly inserted in an awkwardly random manner. Harem, of course.

Inspired by Re:Monster and many other things.

(THIS IS AN ANTHOLOGY) What does the world owe those who love it most? Nothing, it turns out. Weaver's Tales are stories spanning myth, horror, history and fable. each asking what it costs to be exceptional, virtuous, or simply unlucky in a world run by forces that don't are about your voice when they act. CHAPTER ONE: THE DREAMER Joseph loved to dream. In his dreams he could be anything he wanted to be. Sometimes he dreamt about flying through the skies. Racing with the birds and sometimes... bees? Feeling the wind in his hair, while he soared through the sky was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Sometimes he finds himself running through the winding woods with wolves, howling and hunting with heavenly skill. In these moments he wasn't an outsider, he had a pack. One that would always watch his back through anything nature threw at him. Sometimes he'll be a dolphin, rescuing people from shipwrecks and sharks. Or he could just whale it out for the fun of it. Joseph loved to dream. In his dreams he could be anywhere he wanted to be. He could be in France, on top of the tower of iron and love, dining on the finest cuisines he'll never pay for. He could be in Antarctica, wearing only a singlet while others are shivering, Wondering what sort of man he is. Or he could be on the moon, looking down on Earth... before or after pranking astronauts of course. Joseph loved to dream. In his dreams he could be anyone he wanted to be. He could wear a cape, saving lives across the globe and punching meteors out of the sky. He could walk home from school and have the heartiest of meals with his parents and many siblings. He could be lov... Joseph woke from his dreams. His wheel chair was being pushed by one of the caretakers in the orphanage. To where, he didn't know or care. He never liked the waking world. There was too much abuse and hate to a malformed like him. Here he was broken Joseph. Unloved. Unwanted. Unaccepted. So he did the only thing he thought he was capable of doing. He went back to the dreaming. And while he dreamt, a gentle devil smiled sweetly by his side. Knowing he'll be a dreamer forever. (each chapter has it's own MC and has either 222, 333, 444 or 555 word counts) if you like my short stories and want one custom made for you, just say a name with possible directions and leave the rest to me. Note: i will never drop this book and I'll continue to upload for as long as I live.

Nova Wakes up to find himself in a world from a story he read, Devils son in-law. a world for the strong, only power matters. if your weak you will get used up and left for dead, before he gets the chance to worry though he thankfully gets a system. A DxD system in a demonic world, Nova beings his own story with knowledge of future events and aims to survive the approaching end times.

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.