ashe cinematic

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC

During a crucial duel or tournament, Sushe discovers that his own mentor, the one who trained him, has been secretly manipulating him. Not only that — the mentor stole the techniques of the legendary Katana Masters, and Sushe’s skills were unknowingly shaped to perfect a hidden weapon only the mentor could control.

She steals magic. It's killing her. The immortal they sent to finish the job might be the only reason she survives. Eira Voss can rip magic right out of your body through her bare hands. Sounds powerful. It's not. Every time she does it her veins go black and her blood runs hot enough to cook her from the inside. She's twenty-three. Last surviving heir of a bloodline the empire wiped out when she was fifteen. Eight years hiding in the slums, sleeping in a crawlspace she can't stand up in. She's surviving but barely and the barely part is getting worse. Then they send Kaelen Thorne. He's immortal. Real immortal, stab him, drown him, bury him alive, doesn't matter. Two hundred something years old. He's killed three hundred people for the empire and stopped counting because counting made it real. He doesn't enjoy it. He doesn't feel much of anything anymore. Hasn't for decades. They point, he goes. That's it. That's the whole man. They send him to close the Voss bloodline for good. She grabs his wrist instead. His immortality floods into her and the burning just, stops. First time in eight years. And Kaelen gasps. Actual air in actual lungs. He feels her grip on his skin, feels cold, feels pain. Things he forgot his body could still do. He lets her go. Now they're both running. Her power is the only thing that makes him feel human again. His is the only thing keeping her body from eating itself alive. The empire wants them both dead and something old and patient is stirring beneath the capital. It sees her. It's been waiting. 1,500+ words per episode. Not a love story. A survival story that bites. Genre: Fantasy · Female Oriented Tags: Dark Romance · Slow Burn · Enemies to Lovers · Found Family · Morally Gray MMC · Tragic FMC · Power Progression

An AU no-watch Ben gets transported to the MCU with an Omnimatrix. Villains think they can do anything, not on his watch. It's Hero Time no update schedule. I update when I want to but never will I drop it.

In the year 4025 of the Oduduwa Era, the universe runs on Ashe — a cosmic genetic code that determines everything. Your bloodline decides your rank, your rank decides your world. The elite live on core planets. Everyone else survives on the scrap. Sixteen-year-old Sango has never tested positive for Ashe. He is null-ranked, living in the rust-and-smoke junkyard of the Western Galaxy's Sector 4, stripping dead starships for food. When a Class-A Void-Beast tears through the settlement's planetary shields, Sango's zero-to-hundred awakening doesn't just save one man's life — it annihilates the creature completely, leaves a crater where a city block used to be, and registers as the first Red Lightning event in four centuries. Red Lightning is not just a rare Ashe variant. It is the signature power of Sango — the Orisha of Thunder, one of the ancient Nigerian gods reborn in human bloodlines across the galaxy. And Sango has no idea what he is. Drafted immediately into the Stellar Orisha Academy — the most elite military institution in the Oduduwa Empire — Sango arrives with scrap-world calluses, salvage axes, and zero academic credentials. What he finds there is a world built on bloodlines he was never supposed to touch. His rival: Amadioha. Prince of the Eastern Sector. White Lightning wielder. The undisputed top cadet of his generation — until Sango's registration data arrived. Amadioha is everything Sango is not: controlled, tactical, politically connected, and certain of his own superiority. Their first meeting registers as an electromagnetic event. His team: Oya (storm-weaver, fierce, reckless, the only person whose Ashe physically resonates with his), Osun (water-tactician, elegant, three steps ahead of everyone), Ogun (iron-forger, mecha genius, builds weapons the Empire has never classified), and Oranmiyan (the combat legend whose legacy every cadet trains to reach). The threat: the Void-King. Ancient. Pre-Empire. The entity that the original Orisha sealed away at the cost of their mortal lives — and that has been eroding the seals from the inside for three hundred years. When the first seal breaks, the Academy's tournament season becomes a war. Sango doesn't have time to learn the academy's rules. He has to rewrite them, master an ability that is actively trying to burn him alive, and become something the galaxy hasn't seen in four hundred years. Not a student. A god.

Series: The ROI Saga Aryan was a nobody in his first life—a failed assistant director in the Indian film industry, trapped behind the camera while stars, producers, and politicians dictated reality. He understood stories, power dynamics, and human weakness better than most—but understanding never paid the bills. One rainy night, a brutal accident ends his life before he ever gets his name on a poster. He wakes up reborn as the hero of Tevar. This time, Aryan doesn’t panic. Because he isn’t just reborn—he’s optimized. A cold, calculating interface activates in his mind: the ROI System, a self-evolving framework that measures every action by one rule alone—Return on Investment. Money, influence, loyalty, technology, information, emotional bonds, even mythic power—everything can be acquired, refined, and compounded. Unlike typical heroes driven by rage or righteousness, Aryan plays a longer game. He replaces brute force with public humiliation, chaos with accounting, romance with leverage. He doesn’t force outcomes; he creates situations—where allies choose him, enemies self-destruct, and powerful women become emotionally anchored to the only man who seems calm while the world burns. As Aryan moves through a single, unified Indian cinematic world—where Bollywood politics, Tollywood crime empires, Kollywood science, Mollywood shadow governments, and Sandalwood folk divinity all coexist—each “movie arc” becomes an investment opportunity. A street conflict becomes seed capital. A college invention becomes a monopoly. A mafia turns into a corporation. A government crisis becomes immunity. The ROI System evolves with him. Crime unlocks legitimacy. Technology bends time. Myth becomes energy. Faith becomes a weapon. Across multiple parts, Aryan ascends from a small-town disruptor to a shadow emperor manipulating ministers and armies, and finally to a near-divine entity who treats destiny itself as a balance sheet. Familiar cinematic worlds unfold in unfamiliar ways—not because the plot changed, but because the man inside the hero did. In a universe obsessed with spectacle and saviors, The ROI Gentleman asks a dangerous question: > What happens when the man who understands the script decides to own the entire production? This is not a story about becoming a hero. It’s a story about monetizing fate.

A black halo in the sky… To some, it was the light of heaven; to others, it was the Chaos Processor. For years, humanity lived in fear under the shadow of this halo. Although most people wanted it to be shut down, scientists managed to use the Chaos Processor. It gave humanity everything the majority desired, pushing ethical boundaries to their limits. There was only one taboo: immortality. Despite being demanded with overwhelming participation, the Chaos Processor remained silent on this matter. Humanity did not give up. They found a DECEPTIVE way to obtain immortality. They demanded that the Chaos Processor design a game and expand time. And at that moment, Meta World was born. Many people abandoned the real world and took refuge in this virtual universe to escape pain and death. This madness gave rise to a new illness called “virtual lifespan addiction.” Those who fell into this addiction were called Deadline. In order to expand the time within the game, they devoted their entire lives to this endless war that exceeded the limits of the human mind.

I have read many fanfics on marvel and have few ideas of self inserts. Hope any author like some of them and decide to write the fanfic. I am not a good writer so can only give ideas to fellow fanfic nerds to write more fanfics.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.