supernatural

Sinn Bay carries a deity within him - the Deity of Calm. Stripped of the ability to feel anything but tranquility, he lives a carefully ordered life as a sword academy captain, a husband, a father, a man who desires nothing beyond peace. But reality refuses to leave him untouched. A chain of misfortune tightens around his existence, twisting ordinary events into catastrophe. Tragedy compounds into loss, loss into collapse, until the world itself begins to fracture alongside him. Deprived of everything he sought to protect, Sinn Bay turns against the very order of existence. Not in rage. But with perfect, inescapable calm.

[Warning: Adult Content 18+ every 10 - 20 chapters] By day, Elia is the calm, professional, untouchable, and flawless right hand of the corporate world. By night, he indulges in desires no one would ever suspect. But when a prophetic dream of the world’s collapse becomes reality—mutating humans and beasts alike—Elia awakens a System unlike any other. A system fueled by power and desire. As monsters rise, soldiers mobilize, and humanity crumbles… Will he rule the new world? Or will the world devour him first?

Roland was never meant to be anyone important — just another survivor scraping by in the outskirts until the Nightmare Spell drags him into the Dream Realm. Awakening with an Aspect tied to the echoes of fallen fighters, he finds himself able to wield the “stories” left behind by those he defeats, borrowing their weapons, instincts, and final struggles at the cost of his own sanity. A/N: Literally just putting Roland from the hit switch game Library of Ruina into Shadow Slave. Also Mirror World/Expy Roland. Will also add Angelica too ig. Consider slow update because this is just a side project and and me writing SS fic for the first time.

Still working on it. Please give my book a read and tell me what you think.

I own nothing at all. When tired of no one listening to you and to be betrayed for Katherine 2.0 that is your sister to be chained in the tomb left to rot, your past life memories awaken along with you powers/abilities. She travels the multiverses punishing and helping every universe that needs it.

In a world where heroes awaken in explosive miracles and legends are forged in single, world-shaking moments, Noel grows stronger the slow way, one repetition, one scar, one lesson at a time. What if greatness isn’t born in a moment, but built through repetition? When calamity descends and the gifted fall first, the quiet climber may be the most dangerous of all.

Fanfic with multiple realms and worlds

A college student was transported to the world of Steven Universe, a world of gems which Steven now has to prevent from a total conquest and the destruction of his world.

She was human. And that alone should have killed her. Lenora is a mortal college junior—fragile, marked, and never meant to survive Hell. Dragged into the infernal realm by two Demon Princes, brothers bound by blood and unwavering loyalty, her existence becomes a dangerous secret in a world where humans are enslaved and souls are currency. The blind Demon Lord Alaric—their older brother and ruler of Hell, holds a centuries-old claim on her soul, one that has finally come due. But demons do not only collect what they are owed. They claim. As infernal alliances fracture and a masked banquet sets fate into motion, Lenora finds herself watched, guarded, and desired by three brothers who rule Hell as one, through power, devotion, and fear. Her scent must be hidden. Her freedom denied. Her survival uncertain. Because in Hell, being alive is not mercy— it is a sentence. TAGS: #Reverse Harem #Dark Fantasy #Slow-Burn #Demon Brothers #Mortal FMC #Supernatural Politics #Morally Grey

A world steeped in magic, grimoires, and terror. Days were filled with fleeting joy, nights haunted by dread. In an era when people could shield themselves from horrifying creatures with grimoires, how could a young orphan boy have guessed just how strange, tangled, and painful his future would be? Yet fate did not wait for him to be ready. It wound its threads around this boy, called Unwanted by all. But how safe are the threads of fate...

Not everyone is interested in saving the world, and not everyone is expected to fall in love. ☆ When Xueyao, the weakest blue dragon you can think of — is burdened with saving the Immortal Realm after crash-landing into an ancient god, a Black Dragon with the most arrogant and dismissive attitude more suited for a demon, and is proclaimed his tribulation guardian, she must either become a hero… or die trying. He avoided his responsibilities for one hundred thousand years, ushering in an apocalypse that he and his chosen must now wrestle through five deadly tribulations to stop. But maybe not every immortal is content living in a world without fire and brimstone. Slaying dimensional beasts and uncovering ancient secrets alongside forgotten memories, love or romance should have no place in the quest to save a doomed world. Or so they thought. Watch as a weak immortal dragon fights to save the world, and an irresponsible god, believed to be beyond saving, struggles to protect the one thing he cares for the most. ☆ ‎ ‎A tragic Xianxia romance of dragons, gods, and mortals, where love itself becomes the ultimate tribulation. ☆☆☆☆ | daily updates is promised!| | and lots of exciting divine drama and romance awaits you, come have a look! |

What would you do if you suddenly reincarnated as the twin of the most feared girl in your favorite series — a girl who delights in darkness, cruelty, and the macabre — and found yourself living in her eerie, shadow-filled world? If you’re looking for a fanfiction filled with creepy experiments, unsettling discoveries, twisted humor, and a calm, cheerful MC navigating a house full of darkness… Then this story is for you. Follow MC as he survives (and sometimes thrives) alongside his cold, detached twin Wednesday, befriends her colorful and energetic werewolf friend Enid, and finds himself drawn into a slow-burning, sweet romance he never expected — all while uncovering the strange, twisted life around him.

In this world, everyone Awakens at sixteen. Not skills. Not powers. Memories. They remember who they were before this life. A general. A tyrant. A saint. A scholar. A monster. The Awakening is called humanity’s greatest inheritance. Governments built academies around it. Corporations monetize Lineage compatibility. Families marry for blood compatibility scores. Because the higher your Past Self… …the faster you replace yourself. Except Kael remembers nothing. And when someone dies near him… he doesn’t inherit their identity. He inherits only their power. Not the memory. Not the voice. Not the personality. Just the ability. Which means something is wrong. Because Awakening isn’t reincarnation. It’s overwrite.

I was once a professor on Earth. But for some unknown reason, my vision suddenly went blank and then everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again… I was here, in this world. At first, I just wanted to live a normal, peaceful life. But these damn people won’t let me be. They use “concern” for a blind clan member as an excuse to keep watching my every move. To monitor whether my blindness has anything to do with the Caged Bird Seal. And those old bastards? They’d probably silence me just to prevent any possible instability within the Hyūga clan. Fine. If you won’t let me live in peace… Then fuck with that Will of Fire. I’ll swallow Konoha little by little, until none of you can stop me anymore.

For centuries, the war against the Void was believed to be distant, confined to the Riftlands, held back by endless sacrifice and forgotten battles. Then the signs begin to appear elsewhere. Across Elgaia, anomalies surface without warning. Creatures once thought contained move with unfamiliar intent. Kingdoms watch, uncertain whether what they face is a threat—or a test. In a quiet frontier settlement, Orivaan grows up beneath the weight of something he cannot name. His dreams feel too vivid. The world responds to him in ways it shouldn’t. And the silence between moments carries meaning. He is not alone. As other gifted youths emerge across the continent, each touched by forces they barely understand, unseen currents begin to draw them toward the same future. This is not a tale of sudden invasion. It is the story of preparation, of suspicion, and of power awakening long before it is recognized. The Voidmarch is not announced. It begins quietly.

Kenji dies suddenly from a cause he never understands, his life ending without warning or explanation. There is no dramatic buildup, no final words, no opportunity to grasp what went wrong. One moment he exists, and the next, everything vanishes. Yet instead of fading into nothingness, he opens his eyes again—aware, conscious, unmistakably alive. then he found out He is reborn as a baby, left inside a basket with a letter at the entrance of a small clinic on a quiet night. WARNING FOR READERS: 1. Noob Author (100%) 2. Might Stop Or Drop Without Notice (Maybe?) 3. Plot may only changed for a little or not changing at all 4. MC Personality Might Not To Be Your Liking (Maybe?) 5. MC Is weak and will never be strong even if he immortal 6. No Harem (idk if there is even Romance) 7. Slow-paced story. (Idk) 8. Expect bad grammar, typos, cringy, etc. (100%) 9. Some scenes might be explained wrongly & weirdly and may not be fixed. 10. This novel heavily relies on ChatGPT. (Idea Is Mine ChatGPT is only making it better....or not) 11. Just writing for fun! (100%)

Percival was once a hero, the Summoned Hero in the fantasy game world of Evernia, brought to save them from the wrath of the Demon Lord. After he did, he was repaid with treachery; with murder. But his story didn't end there. Percival regressed to the very moment he was summoned, retaining his max-level Swordsman Class while awakening a new, darker one: Necromancer. As the only dual-class Awakener, Percival summons Skeleton and Soul Soldiers, training them with his Swordsman expertise to become the fiercest warriors in all three kingdoms. This time, Percival refuses to be the Hero, even when the Kings offer him wealth and an army of Awakeners to aid him. Why borrow an army when he could just summon his own? Extra tags: #ARPG #Revenge #Noharem #Supernatural #SelfIsolation #OverpoweredSummons

Uzumaki Naruto finds himself trapped in an endless time loop between the 63rd and 68th Years of Konoha. Again and again and again... he relives the same five years. He tried everything. He saved everyone he could. He eliminated every single one of his enemy. He even attempted the impossible—bringing back those he loved most. And yet, no matter what he changed, everything resets on the day of his seventeenth birthday. Every timeline returns to zero. When hope is finally worn thin, Naruto makes the most unexpected choice of all in this latest cycle—he seeks out an unlikely ally: Orochimaru. After analyzing the situation with his usual cold reasoning, Orochimaru offers a chilling conclusion: The answer may lie not in grand, world-shaking changes… but in the small details Naruto had always overlooked. It is only at the very end of this latest loop that realization strikes him deeper than ever— Orochimaru was right. All the bullshit Naruto tried—Interfering on war, changing alliance, altering the predetermined fate itself... All of it led to nothing but the same ending. The shinobi world itself requires complete reformation. Otherwise, it will continue to preserve the same unchanging order… no matter how many times history is rewritten.

A demon spared his life… and created something far more dangerous., a young boy named Raizen watches his entire family slaughtered by a mysterious demon known as the "Crimson King." Left alive for a reason he doesn't understand, Raizen discovers a hidden order of warriors called the Shadow Hunters—humans who wield cursed blades forged from demon souls. Driven by revenge, Raizen trains relentlessly, but soon realizes the truth is darker than he imagined: Some demons were once human… and some humans are worse than demons. As he uncovers secrets about his own blood, Raizen must choose— revenge… or breaking the cycle of hatred. When shadows begin to obey you… you are no longer human.