three heads twilight fanfiction

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had just thrown a boulder weighing several hundred pounds and silently gazed up at the sky. Is this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Lü Bu single-handedly breaking through an army of ten thousand, how does that even make sense? Zhao Zilong truly seemed possessed by the dragon's spirit, cutting a mountain in half with a single sword strike—can he really be human? Dian Wei, single-handedly protecting Cao Cao and killing thousands of infantry and cavalry as they broke out of the enemy camp—this combat power is off the charts! Something seems off here. Chen Xi casually grabbed a goose feather fan, waved it, and as a strong wind rose, he sighed deeply. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

Jiang Yu: "The Wallfacer Project hasn't started, yet I am already a Wallfacer."

[Warning: Contains Incest, R*pist MC] [NO NTR] Reincarnated into the Three Kingdoms era with a system in tow, Lu Ming now finds himself as none other than Dong Zhuo’s nephew! Gaining power and rising through the ranks thanks to the system, and then, in a drunken stupor, raping his mother, the beast within him seemed to have been unleashed, becoming increasingly frenzied. He, who had previously been rather celibate, now coveted the women around him, craving more.

At first, I just wanted to leave a good impression on Kushina, because little girls are easy to trick, and I, Ryun, was greedy for the Uzumaki sealing technique in her hands. Later, I set my sights on the Nine-Tails’ power sealed within her. Every few days, I’d look for an excuse to check her seal and touch her belly… And then, later… I admit, I became greedy for her body! Uchiha Ryun: “Sorry, Minato, but you’d better find Naruto another mom. Kushina said she’s only marrying me…” ------------ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/atomelectron (100 chapters in advance).

#Danmachi Fanfic -------------------------------- Reborn in the world of Danmachi, I started off with three skills. What? Fighting is the only way to improve stats? Sorry, what I heard is studying makes me stronger. You say magic is the ultimate finishing move—hey, hey, hey, then why is every slash of mine on fire!? Chasing the mysteries of knowledge, longing for the unknown, my journey begins in the world of Danmachi. --------------------------------------- -------------------- Hello Everyone! A New Translation! Patreon: patreon.com/LordIsland -------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/yxR8vQFh -------------------- The cover pic is not mine~

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

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.”

First, hone your craft until it nears the spearwork and runes of Scáthach, Queen of the Land of Shadows. Temper your body and spirit core until they can bear a load on the level of Typhon, the fallen giant-beast. Then, using this Book of Heroic Spirits as a vessel, open a line to the Throne—raise a conceptual copy of the King of Britain’s sword bestowed by the Lady of the Lake, Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory); mount the holy Pegasus born from Medusa’s blood. People will sing your name in ballads, and whisper it with shaking voices in the dark. You will be more than legend—you will be a Heroic Spirit walking the earth. “…Becoming a Heroic Spirit takes three steps: close the book, open the door, and go.” So said Shane, who arrived in Earth Land—Fiore with a book that can call to the Throne. “Right—first. Let’s warm up by slaying a Dragon.”

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.