axel roxas fanfiction

He died with a surprise in his chest and woke up with a rifle in his hands. He isn't Axel Miller—the career Marine who spent three years guarding a sleeping savior—but he’s the only one left wearing the skin. Thrust into the middle of a vampire apocalypse with nothing but a half-remembered TV show and Axel’s lethal muscle memory, he must decide if fulfilling a dead man’s promise to Vanessa Van Helsing is an act of honor or the ultimate identity theft. In a world where blood is currency and loyalty is a death sentence, he’s discovering that the hardest thing to survive isn't the Rising—it's the reputation he didn't earn.

Axel is a lazy college student that stays home most of the time playing the world famous fantasy life MMORPG Mabinogi. Inside the game, he is the strongest solo player in the entire game and tramples over every player that he sees that is weaker than him. One day on his way back from buying dinner, he trips over a soda can and goes flying into a telephone pole. Next thing he knows, he wakes up in Dunbarton, one of the starting towns in Mabinogi. Except he finds that he is back to Level 1, and has nothing but the wooden stick for his equipment! How will he survive in this fantasy like but vastly different world he once conquered?

Axel who was once an earthling known as Andrue Mikazily a 22 university student died due to COVID 19 was reborn on Krypton, a planet with advanced technology and a strong military during the expansion period. Due to his strong genetic ancestry all thanks to his parents he was born to become a powerful fighter, with strength, speed, durability, and brains far beyond that of a normal Kryptonian.

Alex goes on a journey through pain and sacrifice. Through this journey he finds love and happiness but does not last due to decisions he has made. Is he worth being a hero or villain?

reincarnated as an object is all the rage If you're socialpathic axe

(Completed) In another world she had died. In this world, she wakes up with a second chance at life. "I died once, I don't care if I'll die again. I'll just enjoy my life here in the Narutoverse until my time's up." Start: August 2020 End: October 2020

Everybody is different, that is for certain many things can be agreed upon and many things are not but in the end things will always end in death it's just nature. . This will be a story which will go on a whim, the writing is on whim, the schedule is on whim and everything is on a whim so pls don't expect anything and also I do this as a hobby. Will see here ------> action, adventure, multiverse, killings, maybe harem not really sure as you saw on the title money grabbing too, opmc, strong to strong to stronger. To see more about the mcs character I will put it in aux look for it. THIS IS A FANFIC!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT MY OC/S ANY THING THAT I WILL USE OR ALREADY USED IS NOT MINE EXCEPT ANYTHING I MADE UP ALSO I DO NOT OWN THE COVER I JUST EDIT 3 PICTURES TOGERTHER IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE THE OWNER OF THE PICTURES AND WANT ME TO PUT IT DOWN PLS CONTACT ME. Little rant….. For many days now all I can see on the website is either the protagonist having mommy issues or people walking all over him for no apparent reason so here I am a noob who will make the story however I want and maybe spread chaos.

Transmigrating back to 2010, a 215 cm–tall center awakens with Allen Iverson’s innate talent right from the start. From that moment on, everything changes. Blazing speed. Unreasonable three-pointers. Butterfly-like drives through traffic. Acrobatic, highlight-reel finishes. A generation-defining super center emerges out of nowhere—one who doesn’t just dominate the league, but single-handedly ushers in his own version of the “small-ball era.” “Is Blake Su the strongest center in the NBA?” When reporters posed the question, Jordan gave his assessment: “Illogical three-pointers. Lightning-fast speed. Drives like a butterfly weaving through defenders. Spectacular finishes at the rim…” “But,” others argued, “Blake Su is strong, no doubt. Still, aside from his height fitting the center position, nothing else does. That alone doesn’t make him the strongest center.” Faced with the controversy, Blake Su could only respond helplessly: “I really am a center.”

For most of the world, Bobby Axelrod is the king of Wall Street. To Andrew Axelrod, he’s simply Dad. Reborn as Bobby Axelrod’s son, Andrew has spent seventeen years preparing for the day he can finally stand beside the greatest trader of his generation. Guided by the mysterious Dynasty Office and carrying the hard-earned lessons of a previous life, he possesses one advantage no one else can imagine. But Bobby refuses to hand his son a place at the top. “If you want a seat at my table… build your own chair.” As billion-dollar deals, political warfare, and ruthless rivals threaten everything the Axelrod name represents, Andrew must forge a legacy worthy of his father without repeating the mistakes that destroyed his previous life. Because true greatness isn’t inherited. It’s earned. __________________________________ Author’s Note: Welcome to my interpretation of the Billions universe. This story follows an original protagonist, Andrew Axelrod, and explores a different path for the Axelrod family while staying true to the spirit of the world and its characters. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Billions or discovering this universe for the first time, I hope you enjoy the journey. Note: This is an alternate-universe Billions fanfiction. Some events and family relationships have been adapted to tell an original story while staying true to the spirit of the characters. If you enjoy the story, don’t forget to add it to your library, vote with Power Stones, and leave a review. Your support helps the novel grow. Enjoy the ride.

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?