mirana hurts alice fanfiction

After being reincarnated on Blue Star, Ken awakens memories of his past life and proposes the idea of creating Genshin Impact. After his idea is rejected, Ken has a drunken one-night encounter with a girl and awakens the Game Invitation System, which allows him to invite characters from game worlds to visit Blue Star for promotion. As long as the games Ken creates successfully launch on Blue Star, he can unlock a two-way portal between the game world and Blue Star. But after inviting his very first guest, Ken realizes... That woman from that night... was actually Alice! Klee: “Daddy, Klee finally found you!!” Ganyu: “So even non-human beings can integrate into this bustling world. I’m starting to like it here.” Keqing: “All it takes is thigh-high stockings and a schoolgirl uniform to fulfill my wish to enhance Keqing? That’s so easy!” Yae Miko: “It’s been a while since you invited me to Blue Star. Have you forgotten a certain little fox?” Nahida, Raiden Shogun, Kamisato Ayaka… As more and more characters appear on Blue Star, the world slowly begins to realize the truth…

Alice Norton, a kid from a Muggle family, got a surprise one day: an invitation to a magic school called Hogwarts. Along with the letter came a tattered piece of cloth that looked like a flag. It introduced itself as the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner," though Alice personally preferred to call it the "Human Emperor's Banner." ... [P.S. 1: Female Lead POV + No Romance. This is a solo journey.] [P.S. 2: The author won't mess with the canon couples, so if that's a dealbreaker, this might not be your jam. If you decide to check it out anyway, hopefully, I can win you over!]

The Grand Line remains as chaotic as ever—pirates chasing dreams, Marines chasing pirates, and civilians just trying not to die in the crossfire. In a quiet coastal town of the East Blue, one man has already managed something extraordinary: He has offended everyone without even trying. Main Character: Riven Cross A civilian with no Devil Fruit, no swordsmanship, no haki… and absolutely no filter. Riven Cross has a simple philosophy: “If it’s stupid, I’ll say it’s stupid. If it’s ugly, I’ll say it’s ugly. If you can’t handle truth, don’t exist near me.” Oddly enough, most people in town still call him “a good guy.” Because… he’s usually right. Just painfully so. System Awakening: “Provocation Point System” One day, while arguing with a corrupt tax collector over “creative theft of village funds,” Riven suddenly hears: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Earn “Anger Points” by provoking emotional reactions from others. Points scale based on intensity: annoyance

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Kaito Mori woke in the Borderlands not as Arisu, not as anyone the games expected — a stranger wearing his own face in a city that kills strangers first. He carries the Dealer's Deck: a power that dissects any game before the first card falls, running Mirror-Branch decision trees through every possible death until the survivable path surfaces. The SP economy costs are brutal, and every heavy draw feeds something that has begun to think on its own — a shadow wearing his face that the Deck calls the Queen of Voids.

One day, a mischievous god got bored and decided to have some fun. That’s how the “Divine Prank” began. Anime, movies, games — countless people suddenly turned into characters from fictional worlds. Everyone became the very characters they used to watch on screens. And of course, I wasn’t spared either. Want to know who I turned into? The answer is simple — I became Alice! Sinopsis:This fanfiction is only a translation of a Chinese author’s work. The artwork does not belong to me; all rights belong to the original creators. [Ps. As a Black Souls fan, I could never find any quality fanfiction about it, but I eventually came across this Chinese fanfic in the depths of the Internet. Enjoy the translation ;)]

At sixteen, transmigrator Li Qingyun is informed that he has a fiancée in Japan: Alice Kuonji. After activating his Magic Circuits, he awakens a pair of Mystic Eyes known as Mooncell. Through these eyes, he observes the world line of FGO. To prevent the world from being destroyed by Marisbury’s little scheme, Li Qingyun decides to solve the problem at its source. He will build an entirely new world of magecraft. Is mystery doomed to decline because of scientific progress? Are technology and mystery therefore opposed? Nonsense. Advanced technology is the foremost productive force. The fusion of technology and mystery is the inevitable destiny of magecraft. Ever heard of personal spiritron calculation terminals? No matter how foolish a person may be, surely they can still learn to use magecraft with one of those. “When the gate to the Root stood before me, I chose to refuse it. I wanted to lead everyone there together.” He simulates and constructs Lostbelts. He seizes authority from the King of the Moon. He cooperates with the great god Zeus for mutual benefit. He witnesses the end of the gods and beholds the disappearance of the fairy sisters. Seven days later, he is reborn upon the cross. The one standing before you is— The highest authority holder of Mooncell. The founder of the lunar city. The Hayekian incarnation who seizes wealth. The Clock Tower’s prodigious skip-level master. A legendary employee of the Bureau of Mystic Cadaver Dissection. The fastest Grand-rank legend. Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft. An aberration in the eyes of magi. A Son of God in the mouths of the Holy Church. And the man Alice Kuonji loves.

In the lethal game Alice In Borderland, Kirito hides a System that grants him tactical cheats. As he navigates brutal and cunning games, he disguises his unnatural luck as intuition .

This is a modernised version of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I am writing this because I think the story is still very much valid today. However, the class of people indulged or able to indulge in sins has changed and expanded. It is a very important story about conscience, love, influence and beauty and has a hell of a plot. Hope you enjoy this slightly more relevant to today and understandable version of Oscar Wilde's work.

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?"