This is a *Teaser* book I am releasing before I start a genuine book of this with actual plot and real chapters... (Straight) Overwatch Harem x Ghoul Male Reader ~~~ Being the secret son of Cassidy and Ashe, few people knew of your existence and Cassidy wanted to keep it that way knowing how dangerous of a world he is in but that ended not working...Gabriel aka Reaper once he joined Talon kidnapped you as revenge to Cassidy and you put through so much torture and experiments that you got turned from a human to a monastery that only could eat human flesh...luckily you eventually grew to strong for Talon to keep you hostage and you broke out and slaughtered whoever you saw that wronged you...Escaping into the wild eventually Overwatch came to get you and you found some girls who love you no matter what you are... ~~~ In this story you will be a Ghoul from the Tokyo Ghoul series and they do eat human flesh to survive so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read. ~~~ Overwatch and Tokyo Ghoul are now owned by me and I take no credit

In the aftermath of Olympus's fall, Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, discovered an infant hidden within Gaia's cavernous eye, a child untouched by time or chaos. With no one else to care for the child, Kratos took him under his wing. The boy, named Y/n by Kratos, was raised to be a formidable warrior, adept in the ways of survival and combat, a reflection of Kratos's own prowess and strength. Yet, Y/n's nights were haunted by visions of people and events he had never seen in waking life: a woman named Faye and a boy named Atreus. These dreams, blending past and future, spurred Y/n's quest for identity and belonging, pushing him to question his lineage and the life he led with Kratos, a life marked by distance despite their closeness. As the dreams materialized into reality, Y/n found a brother in Atreus, forming a bond built on shared loss and a mutual quest: to honor Faye's last wish by scattering her ashes from the realms' highest peak. Their journey, though fraught with challenges, was brightened by the presence of Arroyo, a girl with secrets of her own, hinting at the first stirrings of romance for Y/n. But their quest for peace was shattered by the gods of the Norse pantheon, who, drawn by Kratos's past, sought to destroy them. Y/n stood defiant, protecting his family against each deity that dared challenge them, their circle of allies growing with every confrontation. Amidst these trials, Y/n's powers began to surge, his dreams now painting a vivid picture of an impending doom: Ragnarok. This vision of the gods' twilight set Y/n and his family on a path fraught with danger, testing their bonds and their will to survive. As they faced the looming threat of Ragnarok, Y/n, guided by Kratos's teachings and his love for Atreus, prepared to confront the end of all things, ready to carve out his destiny in the face of the gods' final battle.

"You can rest now, because this is the end for you...and your people. You fought well, but we fought better" "Do you honestly think any modicum of victory you've had over the last few years has been a result of anything but OUR efforts" "Perhaps I put my trust in someone who was too incompetent...oh well...in the next life I guess" "You'll see"

Be ready for the most lewd and dangerous voyage across the galaxy! Follow Y/N, a novice space ranger that joins a mission to explore the cosmos. But who is this mysterious man? Why does he have a gem on his chest? And why are most ladies in this journey going to fuck him and join him, forming a harem? There's only one way to find out. Welcome to the story of the Cosmos Ranger! All characters are +18 years. Cartoon Crossover Harem X Male Gem Hybrid Reader. -This is a crossover fanfic, with multiple fandoms and tons of waifus. It is an alternative universe in which different characters from different franchises will interact. -You can suggest waifus in the comments, but this work will only accept cartoon waifus.

"How do you be a hero? Get born with flashy powers? Train under Tibetan monks? Be a billionaire supergenuis? Make a mech suit to combat for your lack of powers? The truth is, all of those are wrong. A Hero is forged under pressure, hardened by resolve and polished by the good deeds they do... power or not. " - Hyperman, the War Hero.

In the heart of Little Italy, where bullets echo through shadowed alleys and the streets run red with betrayal, Y/N L/N emerges from the darkness-a ruthless, efficient killer burdened by secrets and haunted by regrets. Thrust into the bloody chessboard of a brutal mob war, he crosses paths once more with Tommy Angelo, a new friend whose own journey through the criminal underworld has only just begun. Drawn into the ranks of Don Salieri's crime family, Y/N must navigate a world where every handshake hides a knife, and every drink could be your last. As Prohibition fuels a ruthless economy of booze, drugs, and power plays, the line between loyalty and treachery blurs. With death lurking at every corner and old sins clawing at his conscience, Y/N must decide how far he's willing to go-and what he's willing to lose-to survive the dark heart of Lost Heaven. In this gripping reimagining of Mafia: Definitive Edition, experience a raw, unflinching tale of friendship, bloodshed, and the price of redemption.

Step into a world of political intrigue, power struggles, and royal legacy as you follow Harwill Baratheon, the only son of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister, on his journey to claim his rightful place as heir to the Iron Throne. Discover the untold secrets and hidden truths that shape his destiny in this gripping tale of betrayal and ambition. ---- I honestly don't know what to put for this, I was just hit with an inspiration to write this, its something a bit different as it's not a Targaryen oc.

He signed up at seventeen, thinking the Empire would save him. Uniform too big, boots too clean, eyes full of Holonet lies, he thought he'd be marching in parades, bringing order to the stars. Instead, he learned how to stuff organs back into men still screaming, how to hold pressure on wounds that never stop bleeding, how to lie through his teeth to buy a dying trooper one last minute. They call him "The Knellman". The one who shows up when things go bad, real bad. The one who moves like a ghost through smoke and screams. With nothing but a medkit his on back, blaster in his hand, and a vibroblade for when things get close. They say if you see him, you're either lucky... or already gone. He's not a hero. He's what the Empire made him. Disclaimer. I don't own star wars or it's related content.

The Viltrum Empure expanded unchecked across the galaxy. And now, at the end of their rope, the Coalition of Planets puts all their hopes on the work of one Angstrom Levy, and in the weapon that he built to fight back. A shame that it couldn't help them. And now, a weapon built for one purpose only finds himself in another world, in another time. And with a second chance to change his wretched future. This is his story.

The mission begins as a controlled extraction in rural Spain, with Agent Y/N L/N deployed to recover the kidnapped daughter of the President from a village erased from maps and reason. The road into Valdelobos narrows beneath dead trees and rotting fences, and the silence presses too tightly against the windows to feel natural. Y/N expects resistance from a cult and frightened locals, but the first villager who turns with vacant eyes and a blood-slicked axe moves with something that is not grief and not rage. The body reacts before the mind does, weapon rising, breath shortening, as the infection beneath the skin reveals itself in jerking devotion. Ashley Graham is found imprisoned inside a church wrapped in rot and candle smoke, her wrists trembling but her spine still stubbornly straight when she meets Y/N's stare. The rescue should end there, yet the relief that passes between them lingers too long to be professional, and something fragile forms in the space between protection and need. Escape through the village becomes a gauntlet of blades, pitchforks, and chanting mouths, with every encounter tightening the perimeter around them. Y/N moves, counters, fires, and pulls Ashley behind solid cover while the environment splinters under gunfire, and the cost of hesitation becomes immediate and brutal. The castle rises from the cliffs like a warning carved in stone, its corridors crawling with zealots who kneel to a parasite that burrows through flesh and thought. As the truth of Las Plagas surfaces through Luis's fractured confessions and Saddler's invasive voice, Y/N feels the mission shift from rescue to survival, and from duty to something dangerously personal.