Rating Game went poorly for everyone involved. For Rias, who had to watch her peerage suffer. For Issei, who found himself speared through the heart with a lance of fire at the ending minutes of the Game. When one soul left, however, another one woke in his place. And when Momonga saw a lance of fire in his chest, the Rating Game went poorly for Riser Phenix as well.

Gryphon Light... An old Guardian that's been around since the Traveller's first contact with humanity. Killed permanently once before, but resurrected by a compassionate Wish Dragon. There was a condition though, he was required to wield a weapon that would be an Ahamkara's natural enemy. Eventually his companion, the last Ahamkara Riven, gave him some of her bones to keep. He took it upon himself to fashion a weapon and a ghost shell from her bones. Fast forwarding some... When Oryx came to avenge his son, Gryphon was there. When Siva returned, Gryphon was there. For every major event in the galaxy, he was there. He learned things no Guardian ever should and connected to powerful forces from beyond the outer rim. After defeating the threat of Savathun, he discovered a traitor with the Guardian ranks and dealt with them. When he reported it to the Vanguard, they claimed it wasn't his right to kill that traitor and exiled him... But, after fighting for this long and killing who knows how many gods... He's not going out quietly...

Summary: A Tarnished who has done this whole song and dance a million times before and has reached max level in every skill, starts up one last run. Why? To finally give every last one of his waifus the happy endings they deserve, of course. Told from the perspective of said waifus, as they all try to desperately get a handle on the Tarnished and his antics. This story is already completed on all of my other websites. Posting it here, one update a day, to see how it does. Give it a try and let me know what you think!

(Y/N) was a simple teen who lived on his own, loved playing video games, and was a shut-in neet. However, his dreams may just come true as he is struck with an untimely death. This is my first story so sorry if it is bad.

Three Dragons, Three Colors, Three Rivals but more importantly, Three Brothers: Albion, Ddraig and Vritra.

Im very proud of this, my only piece of writing id ever consider worth someone's time. It started as just a venting mechanism thay turned into a story about characters I love. Although updates are also nonexistent now, this story is NOT and will NEVER BE ABANDONED. IT WILL BE FINISHED ONE DAY, THAT IS A PROMISE. RWBY is owned respectively by Rooster Teeth (or whoever now) the image above is just a cropped stock image.

"What is the worth of a soul? Of a life? What does it mean to be human? What does 'Human' even really mean? Life is such a fragile, precious thing, and by all means we are only meant to have one. But I've had at least two, and I start to get the feeling I've had many more than I know of." "What i really am has been hidden in the shadows for so long, culled, tempered without me even realizing. But whatever it is, I can't keep it out any longer, it's coming, one way or another." "I only hope after everything, that I can at least save this strange world from whatever is hiding within me. A ravenous beast lurks in the depths, its strength growing with its hunger. I can feel it seep into me. One way or another, this will end in blood." "There's no more hiding from the monster inside of me." ----------------------------------------------------------------- A continuation of Just A Shadow, with a few key differences. Y/n, is no longer Y/n. At least for us. For us, he is now Soran. Soran Umbra. It...may or may not be inspired by a dnd character i made but thats besides the point. updates will undoubtedly be slower than hell, but I won't give up on this. no matter how long it takes. Welcome to the sequel.

Y/n L/n, one of the many talented people that learned the way of breath. his only objective is to beat the sh*t out of Ironwood. don't ask me. Idk why he wants to do that. Read on, because there's going to be memes, romance, action, death, and yet even more death. This is NOT a crossover. There's no demons, hashiras, muzan or any of that things any more. just the breathing techniques. DISCLAIMER : I own nothing except this fanfiction that I wrote on my own. RWBY From Monty Oum Demon Slayer From Koyoharu Gotōge Book Status : Waiting for Vol 9 (Y/n is male, sorry for the gals) Reminder that this is also my first ever story and I wasn't being very serious about it so there are alot of grammar erros that, well is not too bad but it is alot of them. story, characters, like that, just feels flat. some readers points it out and it's really concerning me too. don't worry though. this book is getting an "upgrade" in the future. more over, Vol 9 of this book won't be as cringe.

In history, there are stories of legends. Beings of great power and unmatched feats of skill, that their names inspire tales that are passed on from parent to child. However, there are some stories that are hardly told. Stories that have been wiped from history, so that no one will know of the horror that lingers over them everyday. A being so powerful and ancient, it surpasses the Deity Brothers. It has gone by many names: Death, the devil, Abaddon, Decay, the embodiment of corruption, the Great Nothing and so on. But to the few that have heard it's story and know of it's existence refer to it by one name... The Father