aot crack

The stone went out from under his foot. No sound, no dust, only a hollow where the step had been, and a cold behind his breastbone that never left. Wick Tanner is eleven and small for his age, and his hands are already going brown from the tan-pits. He was born in the Reek, the tannery slums at the bottom of the hill, and he was never meant to be anything more than his father. A tanner. Downwind of the city and downstream of it, beneath the notice of the grey academy tower that has stood over his whole life. Then he carries a load of hides up to Karthal. Four academy boys corner him on a stair in the dark, and the world stops being there under his foot. He falls. The boys look once at the hole that nothing could have made, and they run. It is not magic. Magic shapes the world. Whatever woke in Wick unmakes it. The scholars of Karthal spend their lives pulling the world apart to learn how it was built, and they would pull him apart the same way to learn how he is broken. They are not the only ones who would come looking. Older things have been waiting a long time for a power like his. So a tanner's boy who cannot control what he is and cannot hide it begins the one climb that keeps him alive. He goes up, out of the Reek, staying a step ahead of everyone who wants to cage him or cut him open. He does not know what woke in him on that stair. By the time he understands it, putting it back will no longer be a choice he has. A slow-burn progression fantasy. A weak-to-strong underdog in a grounded world where power is licensed, ranked, and rationed, and the lowborn get none of it. Magic that has to be earned, not handed over on a system screen. Close third person, and a mystery that widens with every arc.

In the slums beneath Veston, Kael fled before his mother's body grew cold. No sun. No flowers. No hope. No dreams. Winter and gang lords buried them all. "Pray to the gods and endure for a better tomorrow," his mom said. Why would he pray to the same gods who denied him peace? Who thrust him into this nightmare? No, he'd carve a way to Veston with his own hands, and it started by breaking his promise to his mother for survival. But the job for gang lord Garrick Vane went wrong. He was left for dead with nothing but a ledger salvaged from a submerged temple. But he refused death. "I persist." Two words that awakened a forbidden power, an unlicensed truth anchored to belief and paid for in the warmth of his most precious memories. Now a heretic hunted by priests who burn the unfaithful, Kael discovered the ledger tracked everything: his stress, his anchor, the price he had already paid. Every choice stresses his truth. And if his anchor breaks, he wouldn't just die: he'd become something worse. What to expect: - Analytical main character who thinks his way through problems. - A deep, original system to decipher along with Kael. - A lore-rich worldbuilding with its own religions and epochs to discover. - Truths that aren't free entries on a stat sheet. - No harem Length: 1,600 – 2,000 words per chapter. Schedule: 1 chapter daily.

For a thousand years, humanity believed the heavens were sealed. The ancient war between mankind and the celestial races had long become nothing more than myth. Until the night the sky cracked. Arka, a boy from a forgotten town, loses everything when monsters emerge from a crimson fracture in the heavens. Hunted by masked figures and haunted by powers he cannot understand, he discovers a terrifying truth: The world beneath the sky is only the beginning. Beyond the clouds lies Celestia, a realm abandoned by history. A world of ancient kingdoms, fallen gods, sealed gates, and a war that was never truly over. And somewhere beyond the cracks in the heavens… something is waiting for him. As the boundary between worlds begins to collapse, Arka must uncover the secret behind the mysterious Fragment within him before the coming catastrophe consumes both heaven and earth. Because when the heavens crack… the world will never be the same again.

Aiden Lobo is a graduate student in a world where magic, gods, and demons are part of everyday life. After a terrible betrayal, he is cursed with a Crack in his heart, slowly turning him into a living doorway for an ancient war demon. If Aeshma breaks through to Earth, he will kill millions.<br><br>But before Aeshma can open the Crack, Aiden is rescued by his guardian angel, who uses his own Light to seal Aiden's heart. As a servant of the divine, the nameless angel was supposed to kill Aiden to avert the growing cataclysm inside him. But he loves Aiden too much to end his life, even to save the world.<br><br>It's impossible for Aiden not to love his warm, generous guardian in return. He names the angel Eskandar, but then learns to his horror that because Eskandar was created for him, when Aiden dies, Eskandar will too. The angel has long since accepted this fate, but Aiden refuses to. He will do anything to keep his beloved angel safe. But with no other recourse than to sacrifice himself to prevent the apocalypse, there's only one way for Aiden to save Eskandar: a terrible betrayal of his own.

After the glitch in the finals, EGO does not announce an error. It continues. As rumors of a higher threshold begin circulating, old names resurface. Old patterns repeat. And the system feels less like a game—and more like something watching. Some players chase rank. Others chase control. Raxian isn’t sure what he’s chasing anymore. But something has started responding.

*Mature content warning* Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin fanfiction. A very talented new female soldier has joined the Survey Corps, but she still remains a mystery. She conceals her identity as best she can, however, her secrets will come out eventually. How will her fellow scouts react when they learn about her past? With a rough past to deal with, can she handle dealing with everything, especially when her superiors take an interest in her and feelings get involved? (Y/n/n) - your nickname (Y/n) - Your name (L/n) - Last name (H/c) - Hair colour (H/l) - Hair length (E/c) - Eye colour Author's note: There are some original characters for the sake of the story, but, as always, any AOT characters are owned by the amazing Hajime Isayama. Hope you enjoy the fan fiction! It does contain mature subject mater, so be aware of that. Another fair warning, there will be lemon chapters as the story progresses, but they will be labeled if you would like to skip them.

This story is not going to be exactly like the anime it will follow the anime but it will be different. Mina was reincarnated into AOT one of her favorite animes as a childhood friend to Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. But her family has a secret that she doesn't know is that she is born to a special family. There are nine great titans known to a select few but to the people that lurk in the shadows there are 10. Mina is the daughter of the 10th great titans that rivals the founding titan or maybe stronger. The day of when her world is changed how will she use this power of hers when it is awakened?.

En el nuevo y despiadado mundo de Koinus, un planeta donde todo gira en torno al poder, las riquezas y el estatus, donde lo importante son las habilidades y la familia a la que pertenezcas, un simple humano como yo no tiene valía alguna. Aquí no soy considerado más que un objeto del que todos pueden disponer, un pedazo de carne que solo sirve para alimentar a las bestias o un sirviente que lame el suelo por el que alguien más fuerte ha pasado. Aquí no soy nadie y, sin embargo, tengo una historia. Una historia propia. ¿Cuántos más héroes podrán decir lo mismo? ¿Cuántos habrán pasado por lo mismo que yo? Aventúrate a mi historia si deseas averiguarlo. *** Esta es la primera vez que escribo una historia de este tipo y en otra plataforma que no sea la que suelo visitar, así que apreciaría alguna crítica constructiva. Además, la historia en sí no gira en torno al sistema únicamente, así que habrá capítulos en los que se aborden otros temas. Cabe recalcar que solo escribo por gusto, no para complacer a masas, así que si no te gusta la historia, hay un amplio abanico de otras posibilidades a leer en esta plataforma. Te invito a que salgas y busques lo que más te gusta.

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.