A lone pilot is thrown into another world with different laws except for one. War. Experience multiple fronts throughout the world in this struggle for victory against oppressors and terrorists. Will our pilot succeed or die trying? This is a titanfall fanfiction. Art belongs to their original creators or made by ai.

Augmented supersoldiers. Pilot. You were one of them, codenamed "Mantis". You thought of the mercenary group "Six-Four" as your family, and they thought the same of you. Even if you're the youngest of the bunch, you had the skills to back it up. Giant bipedal mechs. Titan. Originally created for civilian use but repurposed as a war machine. Yours were a Vanguard-class titan, named "Falcon". A bond between a pilot and their titan is something special. You're incomplete without your titan, and so is your titan without you. A mission that went wrong sent you and your partner to a far-flung place. A place that is filled with... angels? With a shotgun? Kivotos is standing by for Titanfall, Pilot. Disclaimer: I own none of the pictures used. Blue Archive and Titanfall belong to their respective creators.

At the beginning of the world, the Primordials ruled till the day the Greek Gods claimed the land. What if in the beginning, another Primordial appeared? One that could carve the very earth itself, breathes blue fire so hot that not even water or an ocean could drench it, and summon burning meteors falling down the skies. This is a story of how the Primordial Dalamadur carved his name into the Greek Pantheon. [Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Monster Hunter. Only my Ocs] A/N [Currently doing some rewriting on a few of the chapters]

It's the 21st century, and out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, a young man in his beat-up old truck is chosen to be a familiar to a short pink-haired brat with an explosive personality. Can this tired old soul teach Halkeginia what it means to be free? Dante brings guns, liquor, and the American dream to a world filled with magic, classism, and a war brewing on the horizon.

A new age is upon humanity. Freedom is a memory, taken from them in the name of peace. Bonds are broken, and years of friendship are put to the test as man and machine fight for dominance. The last hope for liberty on the frontier lies in the hands of two souls who still fight against the shadow of fear that looms over them. Sequel to "Tempest."

Typhon is destroyed, Harmony has been saved. But Tobias' work isn't finished yet. Visions from the Inferno in his mind tell him that there's a greater threat, something worse than anything either the Militia or IMC have seen before. They lead him and KT to a planet of storms and ice, where they uncover a threat that's been biding time for millennia. They must find a way to end it before it ends everything else. Sequel to "Inferno."

He had no hope of rescue until he came across a lone Titan, her pilot killed in action. She had no hope of survival until he happened upon her. They met as foes, but fate made them friends. Now, they've uncovered something that could destroy everything that the frontier has worked to build. They must face the inferno of war together if they are to survive. (I originally started this series on FF, but decided to upload it here as well. This is the first part of two so far, not sure if I'm gonna make a third.)

Crossing over into the world of Cyberpunk 2077 should be an opportunity to make a big splash... Wait, hold on, isn't this the year 2075? Sure, it's already November, and 2076 is just around the corner, but I only know about what happens in 2077! In this world, you might not want to live, but you can't afford to not have a job. Anyway, let's start by becoming a mercenary and picking up gigs. That sounds simple enough, but getting a job from a fixer only to face off against an ACPA (Armored Combat Personal Assist) right off the bat-aren't we going a bit overboard here? And who's this daughter of Michiko Arasaka? I've only seen the demo; I don't know these people! What kind of chaotic mission is this!?

The Tome of Fates has guided me far on my goals. A mere drop of blood was all that was needed to unshackle me from my servitude to the cursed book. Though such a goal would require a delicate touch. The winds of magic guided me to the frozen north. Where there sat a nation in mourning of their dying god, believing him to be dead. The tension of the throne room was as potent as the ice magic that almost bound my end. At the icy grave of Kislev's glorious leader, I found another. One unafraid to pay any price for the bear gods return. Though he thought this Shade's intentions were ill, he would not risk his Motherland's fall. Though I alone could not bring both Tzarina and the Zealot together. Heading the cold void's cry, I knew the answer. The Defender of the Bear, the father of Tzarina unrivaled in frost and Leader of the Zealot ever loyal and faithful. Borris would rise from his icy grave and all for a single drop of blood... A single drop... If only it just unbound me from the book, but it tore me through the void, through realms no eyes that span mere ages should gaze upon, and when I woke with my head clear I found myself in a different realm. One untouched by Chaos and unknown to its dark gods. A realm I bore my son into. . . . . Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and all that. Any art I will use I will credit the artist should I be able to find them.

Apollo is the Greek god of the sun, light, healing, disease, plague, music, art, poetry, archery, reason, knowledge, truth, and prophecy. He is the twin brother of the goddess Artemis. Demigod children are not often born with physical disabilities, but one son of Apollo was born without his sight. Will his lack of sight see a early end to his life, or will it see his involvement in a prophecy or two?