(Terrible at summaries) Tali'Zorah heads out for her pilgrimage in hopes of finding something useful for the Flotilla and prove she deserves a spot in the fleet. She soon finds her people's old enemy, the Geth, on a frozen planet along with a destroyed old human frigate.......

This is a rewrite of one of my past fics. It's more refined and longer. It also has longer chapters. Ayanokoji, having destroyed all of the relationships he had created over the last three years at ANHS because of transferring to another Class and, in doing so, being shunned by the first woman he had ever fallen in love with, stepped out of ANHS having graduated as a member of Class A. He had bet everything on losing to Horikita and Koenji, but in the end, he once again won. He had resigned himself to returning to the White Room when suddenly his eyes felt strange, so he rubbed them. He opened them to see that he had been transported to an entirely different world.

Life has a twisted sense of humor, and Kishibe is about to become the punchline. For years, he's lived by a simple code: kill devils, train rookies who'll probably die anyway, and seduce women with practiced ease. Sure, Quanxi never fell for his charms, but who's counting? With a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Kishibe has perfected the art of drowning out the screams, the blood, and the endless parade of corpses that define a Devil Hunter's existence. In his rare moments of silence, though, a question haunts him: What if I'd chosen differently? Then fate answers. A phone call shatters an ordinary afternoon, not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a lawyer with impossible news. A woman from his past has died, leaving him something in her will. Kishibe expects nothing more than forgotten trinkets, maybe a dusty painting from a relative he can't recall. When he finds out what is, or more specifically who it is he's shocked to his core. A four-year-old boy clutches a cloud-patterned blanket to his chest, eyes wide and uncertain. The child has his mother's features, yes, but in the curve of his jaw, the set of his eyes, Kishibe sees the unmistakable shadow of himself staring back. Kenji. That's his name. The man who thought he'd die alone, another nameless hunter swallowed by the darkness, now holds the small hand of a son he never knew existed. This child, fragile, innocent, impossibly his, is about to unravel everything Kishibe thought he understood about life, death, and the razor's edge between them. But Kenji won't just change one cynical Devil Hunter's world. He'll change the worlds of many. The world watches. Waits. Wonders whether this boy will become its salvation, or its damnation. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.

"In physics, a singularity is a point in spacetime where known laws cease to apply. In nature, it is defined as a quality of extraordinary uniqueness; a one-of-a-kind event that breaks the established pattern." In the world of Jujutsu, power is a blood-bound privilege. The Zenin, Kamo, and Gojo Clans have ruled for generations, preserving their inherited techniques as sacred, untouchable relics. To them, talent is not born; it is inherited. Yet blood is imperfect. Genetics is a ruthless gamble, and sometimes the curse of chance gives birth to something that should never exist. This is not the story of a child chosen by fate. This is the story of a singularity, an anomaly born outside destiny, capable of overturning the foundations of Jujutsu itself... if it survives long enough to grasp the weight of what it truly is.

Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels these three factions of supernatural beings live amongst humanity in secret. While a shaky peace exists between them, conflicts of their world are kept hidden from humanity at large. However there is a fourth species, one that exists within a dimension parallel to Earth. The Granutes, beings that are mostly secluded from all other forms of life. Originally the Devils and Angels thought little of the Granutes, until they started capturing members from other races to turn into treats. This transgression carried on for decades, nearly leading to a war, until it abruptly stopped. As a result the Granutes were left alone, but closely watched. However a young man who is half human and half Granute might just shake up the current state of the supernatural world with the power of snacks! Highschool DxD belongs to Ichiei Ishibumi and Passione, Kamen Rider Gavv belongs to Toei, I created the OCs.

(Rework of Isekai Le Fay. This story isn't meant to be taken seriously so expect a lot of crack.) A place in time that had managed to hide itself from the Counter Force made itself appear. Only a single Guardian can bypass the barrier blocking the Counter Force from deploying its agents. EMIYA's deployment had been disrupted as instead, as another force on the other end had called upon him. His master who had summoned him was none other than Morgan Le Fay. The world he finds himself in... is absurd and far removed from the events of history.

Cote x JJK Fic

Mysterious Individuals seeing the oncoming darkness of their world where humans are subduegated and treated as tools and trash. They all also saw their world being conquered by a Lich. This will not stand....THIS CANNOT STAND. Humanity will not be herded like cattle....they will rise up from the ashes and unify under one banner But they needed a plan....a being that will carry out their will And He will be The Emperor of Mankind and he will be the man to stand against the Darkness

In which a concept conceived from an iron womb of blood and wires, cursed with an everlasting hunger that ceased no end, coded with a desperation to live--to last. A machine made to end war is a machine made to continue war. Now, with a tail of destruction in its wake, it's found its way to a new Hell, one with a hierarchy, an economic system, and a flawed social class--a brimming civilisation. How will they react to a Machine that does not care?

Chalie Morningstar the daughter of Lucifer himself was currently making sure that the rehabilitations of both Angel Dust and Sir Pentious were going okay. After all. with only three months before the next extermination and right now all she had to do was get more people to join the hotel and then everything should go fine! Right...? Or at least that was the plan before being kidnapped and ordered to watch how a new group of humans were having a worse situation than them. This was the correct way to cheer people up, right?