zankie fanfiction

Tarzan but with a little change in his beginning that changes everything else. update: once a week. more than one chapter depending on how much free time I have to write.

What would happen if Muzan had a son before becoming the demon he was? Well Roku was born from Muzan and a women Muzan slept woh before he became a demon. Once he is born Muzan adopts him and chooses to turn him into a demon once he reaches he age of 18. Roku is the strongest demon aside from Muzan but he hopes to become stronger than his father. This is the legend of upper moon zero the son of Muzan.

In a world where light and darkness vie for supremacy, Izanami Black stands at the crossroads, wielding powers that bridge both realms. Emerging from obscurity with a mysterious past and claiming her place as the head of the House of Black, Izzy's journey is one of discovery, mastery, and an unwavering commitment to balance.

Prince Zuko comes to the South Pole hunting the Avatar and instead gets blindsided by his furious betrothed: Lady Raven Arza, five feet of spoiled noble firebender who dodged her father's “you’re not allowed to go to war” rule by buying her own ship and chasing Zuko into it. She’s convinced he deserves to die; he’s convinced she’s lost her mind amidst her flurry of flaming whips. Unknown to both, an ancient weapon is about to awaken and change everything. Arzayanagi is a canon-divergent enemies-to-lovers epic.

"Protect." The word cut through the hollow space that was once his heart. A command. Ichigo’s last command. But Ichigo was gone. Protect. But Ichigo was gone. "Gone." Zangetsu’s Clawed grip on the Black blade tightened as the swung the deformed husk of ulquiorra like a ragged doll. Zanpakuto held on to their master's Yet, there was nothing foe him to hold onto. Nothing to guide him. His world had become an empty shell, hollow and vast. Ichigo’s soul had been extinguished, leaving behind only the weight of his final wish. Protect. It was all Zangetsu knew now. But how could a sword protect when it no longer had its wielder? How could it defend when its purpose—its very existence—had been shattered with the death of its master? Zangetsu stood there it charged a Cero at the human boy that dared to get in His away, silently and uncaringly. The body he inhabited—Ichigo’s body—was no longer alive with the fire of a human spirit. It was cold, hollow, and for the first time in a long time, Zangetsu felt it. The coldness. The loss. What was there left to do?. He had no answer. Ichigo’s final words rang again, like a distant, fading bell: Protect... And so, he would. He would fulfill the last command of the one who had once been his master. beyond that? He didn’t know. What now? There was no goal. No direction. Protect? What was he to protect now? There was no one left. No one but the hollow body of Ichigo. No one but the sword. No one but... him.

How will a Terminally ill teen fair in a new world as the new Fang. Join him as he seeks greater strength and fights new opponents. I Suck at these!

En Orario circula un rumor: el hijo de una mujer solitaria y un padre desconocido nació con ojos dorados que no parecen humanos. Kael, un niño de doce años, carga con ese estigma mientras sueña con ser aventurero. Pero cuando Evilus destruye todo lo que ama, descubre una verdad cruel: en este mundo, solo los fuertes sobreviven y dictan las reglas. Entre la humanidad que teme perder y la sangre dracónica que hierve en su interior, Kael deberá elegir qué camino seguir… ¿será un héroe, o se convertirá en el monstruo que todos creen que es?

Jordan Jorlando is a random stranger who got hit with a stand arrow right as he crossed into an alternative JOJO universe. He survives the stand awakening process but realizes he ends up being weak regardless. In this wasteland of a world, destroyed by two unknown powerful stand users in the far future he is the only living creature remaining. He will need to find a way to leave here first

an African boy who lost everything must live though the harshness of the wizarding world while living with a curse slowly killing him

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"