isekai

Died. Got isekai'd. Woke up in DxD. Now I can copy any power I see, which would be great if half the supernatural world wasn't trying to kill me for it. A devil princess wants me in her chess set. A fallen angel wants my head. And my System keeps giving me quests with "death" listed as the failure penalty. At least the regeneration I copied is working overtime.

Aqua is just your average New York City street kid—that is, until his dad throws him into the universe of One Piece on a quest to save the world! Now he's forced to battle an army of demons, demigods, and monsters. Meanwhile, he has to deal with a weird prophecy and... Wait, Luffy is a girl? AU! FemLuffy! FemLuffyxOC. Warning! This is a Yuri fic! The MC will turn into a girl later at the beginning of Grandline saga! PLUS BONUS HIGH SCHOOL DXD STORY!

(May contains graphic content, via; Gore, Blood+, Violence and Strong Language.) (Written in Third Person Point of View, may either be Omniscient, Limited or Objective depending on the theme or setting based provided and written.) ———— For everything, this has what they forsaken me? Just for my sister to die, just for me to be in the brink of death?! Would i ever give up on my hopes?, when will i ever have a normal life? There is no 'normal' in this cursed world. Everything wanted to kill you – everything wanted to see your life end the way it should be. All the pain, all the torment. Everything happens to everyone at the same time! Nobody will ever be perfect, ever, and always never be. Surviving alone with my brilliant ideas. Thrive within the forest and the new life that i have given a chance to! I will now dedicate my life over to being Alone, All by Myself. ———— (Novel Written by Nuevian) (Book cover taken from Pinterest - I think)

Lucid wakes up in a strange purple forest that feels like a dream. He remembers everything, but his face is hidden behind a mask and his body is covered in torn rags. Lucid knows he is not a hero. He was abandoned in a dying world and called a coward by the people he once fought beside. Now, a voice named Alice speaks from within his own mind. It is just as lost as he is and cannot remember its own past, but it is filled with a hope he lacks. Alice guides him forward, and as they journey through broken worlds, it might be the only one who can help him find the answers he needs and his only way of home

In order to spread love and justice, the chosen youths begin to run—running joyfully through the world, carrying the power of the Speed Force, and allowing its radiant glory to spread across the two-dimensional realm. — — — In truth, however, this is the story of a single boy. A boy named Amano Sora, who crossed over from another world, awakened the Speed Force, and began to run—across cities, across battles, and eventually across worlds themselves. With every step he takes, fate is rewritten. With every burst of speed, destiny is challenged. This is the story of Amano Sora, a boy who races forward through countless worlds, guided by speed, conviction, and the will to keep moving—no matter what lies ahead.

The protagonist dies in his original world and awakens in the void, granted a single gacha spin—a random chance at rebirth, power, and fate. The result is absurd, terrifying, and absolute: the full appearance, abilities, power, and immortality of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, incarnated in Itadori Yuji’s body. There are no limitations. No sealed strength. No hidden price. Reborn into the High School DxD universe, he enters a world already collapsing. The God of the Bible is dead. The supernatural factions—Devils, Fallen Angels, and the Church—are locked in a brutal war that threatens to spill into the human world. Sukuna does not choose a side. He walks onto the battlefield alone and ends the war through sheer annihilation, erasing armies and crushing divine authority with casual cruelty. When the fighting stops, Sukuna vanishes. All that remains is a legend whispered through the Underworld: the Demon who ended the war, remembered only by the image of a lone figure seated upon a throne of skulls at the center of ruin. Years later, during the fragile calm between conflicts, Sukuna resurfaces in Kuoh Academy—not as a savior, but as an observer. He is bored. He is curious. And Kuoh is a powder keg of Sacred Gears, reincarnated heroes, stray devils, and divine schemes waiting to explode. At his side is Kuroka, the infamous stray nekomata devil. Hunted after killing her master to protect her sister, she was saved by Sukuna when no one else would help her. She becomes his right hand, his anchor, and the one person he will burn the world for without hesitation. As ancient weapons resurface, Fallen Angels conspire, and another war looms, Sukuna intervenes not out of duty—but disdain. He dismantles gods, humbles dragons, recruits the White Dragon Emperor Vali Lucifer, and forces the supernatural world to confront an uncomfortable truth: Peace exists only because he allows it.

Alex dies in the modern world due to masturbation while watching femboy images of Sasuke, and then wakes up in Naruto's body. He is crowned Hokage with a system for creating a femboy harem in the Naruto world

First FanFiction, Revius please 7k chapter

I died hit by a truck, classic. Then I woke up inside my own novel, 'How to escape my obsessed CEO'. And guess what? I wasn't the heroine, I got stuck as the useless side character Bella Hearthstone, to die early so the heroine can cry and the story can move on. Except nothing is going according to the script. The obsessive billionaire CEO I created is following me everywhere, turning every coffee run into a hostage negotiation and every contract into a marriage proposal. He's not even reading the plot, he's making it up as he goes. And the heroine? She's my best friend. Cheerful, teasing, and way too good at sliding information to the CEO, basically provoking him closer to me. Every tip, every smile, every suggestion makes escaping him harder. I wrote this story to teach people how to escape an obsessed CEO. So why does it feel like the story itself is hunting me?

Release schedule: At least 1 chapter per day - sometimes more, depending on the power stones received Roy Zoldyck was never meant to be a true assassin. Born into the infamous Zoldyck family, he carried both the bloodline’s burden and a secret: he was a reincarnator. When he finally awakens Nen, his Hatsu reveals a path unlike any other—“The Gate of Cognition”—a door that allows him to step into worlds born of his memories. And so begins his second life inside the universe of Demon Slayer. No longer Roy the assassin, but Kamado Yoriichi, eldest son of the Kamado family, standing beside Tanjiro, Nezuko, and the others years before tragedy strikes. With Sun Breathing as his foundation and Nen coursing through his veins, Roy must defy fate itself and change a story where death always lurks in the snow. A tale where the discipline of Nen collides with the ferocity of Breathing Styles. Where assassins’ arts merge with demon-slaying blades. And where one young man carries the weight of two worlds—Hunter × Hunter and Demon Slayer—on his shoulders. Will Roy’s determination be enough to resist the darkness of both universes? Or will he lose himself, a blade forged in fire but bent by blood? 50+ Chapters: patreon.com/Hard_Worker

Release schedule: At least 1 chapter per day - sometimes more, depending on the power stones received Reborn as the eldest son of the deadly Zoldyck assassin family in the Hunter x Hunter world, he awakens with his Nen aura unlocked from birth—and an unbeatable Special Trait: Comic Heaven! Draw any Manga or comic, and unleash its powers: Doraemon's Anywhere Door for instant escapes, Dragon Ball's Kamehameha blasts and Super Saiyan transformations, or One Piece's Devil Fruits and Haki mastery. Armed with infinite skills and legendary items, he trains with his lethal siblings, conquers brutal missions, and battles iconic threats like the Phantom Troupe and Chimera Ants. In a universe of hunters and horrors, can his creative genius rewrite destiny and crown him the ultimate legend? Dive into this epic fanfic fusion of action, strategy, and boundless imagination!

This Story is a One Piece Fanfic but with a original huge twist where imu is level 1 Trash. Here Gods, Multiverse, Cosmic Entities Exist. In the fold between mortal seas and the endless Sea of Stars, a child is born who should never have existed. Allen D. Walker enters the world not with a cry, but with silence that bends reality. His eyes — storm-metal gray — already carry lifetimes of betrayal, hatred, and abandonment not his own. His mother, Serena, Goddess of the Ocean Beyond Seas, weeps literal oceans when her divine link forces her to witness every wound carved into his soul before he even drew breath. His father, the Obsidian Monarch of the Underworld, kneels for the first time in eternity and names him — a decree that echoes through shadows and tides. He is no ordinary infant. He is the vessel of the Aether Aether no Mi — the First Fruit, source of all Devil Fruits, a power so ancient it predates the Void Century. Born broken, yet already the axis around which worlds will turn. From the moment of his arrival, oceans ripple without wind, shadows coil protectively, and primordial entities older than existence itself stir in higher dimensions. The Primordial Sovereign feels a tremor. The Ancient Architect senses the First Flame reignite. The Empty Voice logs the anomaly: Vessel shaped of broken flame. Resonance elevated. Protected by divine parents who warp reality with their presence alone, guided by a sister who carries the chance to rewrite fate, Allen will grow from shattered newborn → latent demigod → Thronebearer of the multiverse. But the pain he carries is not decoration. It is fuel. Every scar from a life he never lived will forge him into something the World Government, the Emperors, the Celestial Dragons — even the gods — will learn to fear. He was born broken. The stars will burn before they break him again. Thronebearer: The Broken Flame Ascends OP MC • Divine Parents • Multiversal Power Scaling • Harem Ascension • Cosmic Horror & Emotional Depth • One Piece-Inspired Universe • Smut • R18

I never meant to enter the dungeon. Now its rulers are waiting for my terms. The world didn’t end. It just became… deeper. When our world merged with another dimension, something survived beneath the surface. A vast labyrinth of mana, monsters, and forgotten kingdoms now exists inside the Earth itself. Dungeons opened. Systems were created. Classes were assigned. The brave become Hunters. The strong become famous. The smart stay away. I’m definitely among the latter. Also I’m short, unsporty, almost blind without my glasses, and I think people who willingly enter dungeons are at least a little insane. U love learning about monsters – from a safe distance. Fighting? Absolutely not. Hunters rely on the System: stats, skills, maps, classes. They train, they level up, they fight their way down. Unfortunately, my passive skill opens portals. Randomly. Uncontrollably. Always at the worst possible moment. That’s how I end up face-to-face with a goblin – no weapon, no plan – doing the only thing I’m actually good at. I negotiate. With a lollipop. That decision changes everything. Instead of becoming a warrior, I’m classified as a Merchant. Instead of blades, I use words. Instead of killing monsters, I trade with them. Snake king. Beastmen. Powerful beings ruling the deeper levels of the labyrinth. They’re dangerous, intelligent… and strangely interested in the human woman who doesn’t attack, but makes offers. While I’m repeatedly dragged into the dungeon against my will, I do everything I can to keep my ability secret. Because the Hunter Association and the Guilds must never find out that someone exists who can open portals. One wrong word – and I wouldn’t be a person anymore. I’d be a resource. Merchantress is a slow-burn, system-based dungeon fantasy with mature content and reverse harem elements, featuring: - an unwilling dungeon traveler in a world of levels and classes - a unique Merchant class focused on negotiation instead of combat - dungeon politics, guild power, and hidden systems - dangerously attractive non-human rulers - and what happens when, in a world built for fighters, survival is a negotiation I never wanted to be part of the dungeon. Now I bargain with those who rule it.

A man dies stupidly, meets God, rolls a gacha, and reincarnates as Alyosha Karamazov. Armed with divine powers and saintly ideals, he enters a dangerous world where love, forgiveness, and larping might be the strongest—and most ridiculous—forces of all. Also this is slow pace, and Mc is brain dead but not stupid. He just consume too many mediatok. Ps: Highschool dxd and Image is not mine, they belong to their original creator. The only thing is mine is this fanfic. First world: Highschool DxD.

Kin wakes up in one piece world. with his knowledge he has he aims to make a living as a pirate. how far will he go??.

DISCLAIMER!!!! This fan-fic is in the middle of a rewrite! When I feel comfortable enough to release, I will release under the name Reaper of the Seas. If you feel like this synopsis is interesting, or remember liking it when it first released, be on the lookout! Much love to anyone who checks it out, and I hope to talk to everyone in the comments :) The Reaper, a name he's earned by the countless number of bodies that end up wherever he goes. People fear him, as it's said once he says your name, you're as good as dead. Some believe he's nothing more than an urban legend made to scare kids. Now whether these rumors are true, only "The Reaper" knows. But once he's in a situation where he's falling to his death, he somehow gets transported to a different world instead. And this is the world of.. One Piece?! A world full of grand adventure, vast seas, and mysterious powers. Will the name "The Reaper" spread across the seas to be feared? Will it never be heard of again? Or will something different come from his appearance? There's only one way to find out! ~~~

through a blasted warp miracle/curse. A lone Krieger is suddenly inside a strange chaos infested city. He will do what every faithful servant of the God-Emperor of mankind would do: Burn the heretic. Kill the mutant. Purge the unclean. AN: This takes place in the beginning of the seven days of blood, following the rise of Evilus. This is a possible one-shot, don't expect something ambitious Because I'm already busy with another fic sadly.

One day, the Gastrea emerged, ravaging the entire world. ​One day, humanity was soundly defeated, able only to take refuge behind the Monolith structures in a desperate bid to survive. ​One day, a shooting star descended from the void, bringing hope to this world.

When worlds collide, when darkness falls, when the veil between realities tears... Ainz Ooal Gown—skeletal sovereign, undead emperor, bone-crowned king—was ripped from his realm and hurled into the unknown. Transported. Transmuted. Transformed. But he did not arrive alone. Shadows stirred. Flesh twisted. The dead... walked. Another guild clawed its way through the dimensional breach: The Umbrella Corporation—a monument to madness, a cathedral of contagion, a temple built on twisted flesh and viral nightmares. Their NPCs: not mere servants, but abominations born from the Resident Evil legacy. Creatures that shamble and shriek, that hunger and hunt. Tyrants towering like twisted titans. Hunters skittering through shadows. Las Plagas parasites writhing beneath skin, whispering promises of metamorphosis. Two guilds. Two philosophies. Two paths paved in bone and blood. Where Ainz rules through calculated control and cautious conquest, Umbrella infects—spreading like sepsis through the veins of this virgin world. Their bio-weapons pulse with unnatural life. Their viruses mutate beyond measure. Their creations know only one imperative: consume, corrupt, convert. The world trembles. The ground groans beneath their arrival. And somewhere in the darkness between these twin terrors, something stirs—watching, waiting, wondering: Which horror will herald humanity's end? Which nightmare will consume the other? Or will both devour everything? CONTENT WARNING: Body horror | Viral transformation | Existential dread | Bioweapon brutality DISCLAIMER: I do not own Overlord or Resident Evil. All rights belong to their respective copyright holders. This is a work of transformative fan fiction—where undeath meets infection, where magic meets mutation, where two brands of darkness wage war for dominion. All Rights Reserved. "We are legion. We are hunger. We are... inevitable."