chase and skye fanfic

Synopsis: “The Flame-Chasers need no Fire Moth.” Transmigrated right into the Second Herrscher incident of the Previous Era, she tightened her grip on the Gnius device and the Herrscher Core in her hand. Durandal extended an invitation to the flower-like girl disguised as a Moth soldier before her. “Elysia, would you like to join the Flame-Chasers?” --+--

An unnamed man whose talent of losing his sense of direction is second to that of a green haired swordsman. upon death he was given the opportunity to reincarnate into worlds that are not of his choosing, each time, being given an advantage of his choosing in order to find a romantic partner that he doesn't even know. support me ko-fi.com/xun3kun

Ronan Erudon and Elesis Sieghart finds themselves in another world during their confrontation with the Demon, Kaze'Aze. Lost, Trapped and fully aware they lacked the knowledge let alone the power to cross worlds. The two make due and resumes their journey. Only to find themselves involved in another Kingdom that has the means to piss them off just as their old home. A refreshing encounter with new allies, friends and enemies. And possibly, to even explore feelings they had long since repressed.

Princess of amour is lost. Through some hard work and determination, Chase and Ryder go after the idea of true love. Can the princess be saved? Can true love be achieved?

This is an unconventional story about the various small "accidents" that a time traveler experienced while exploring the mysteries of magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is a transilation

Chase Bennington is a talented young mechanic in Olympic City who chose the quiet discipline of the garage over the chaos of the streets, despite being a naturally gifted driver. When rent and circumstance corner him, his friend Nick pulls him into the underground scene by lending him a modified Subaru Impreza 2.5 RS. What begins as a one-time drive for quick cash becomes the moment Chase steps back behind the wheel, setting him on a path that drags him from the shadows of the workshop into the heart of illegal racing, where skill, reputation, and survival are decided at full throttle.

Jack was more than anyone ever thought and when the monks finally push him over the edge, they'll find he's more than they can handle. What will Chase think of this new development and will Clay ever recover?

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!