You are the last of your kind, left behind, not knowing what to do or what kind of role you are supposed to play in this world. Feeling hopeless and worthles,s you'll find yourself among friends, enemies, lovers, and angst just to try and answer the question: where do I belong?

Samael and Charlie Morningstar, two siblings at the end of a broken family, twisted strands of fate clinging together in search of certainty in the constantly changing world of Hell. With Heaven knocking on the door looking to increase the pressure, and their family tittering on the edge of complete collapse. Can Charlie and Samael come together to save it, or well they become unfurled from each other and truly alone without a guiding light?

For as long as the Ark has existed, the relationship between man and machine has remained forever tattered. Nikkes, those who have pledged to forgo their humanity to fight for the surface, are refused even the most basic courtesy and dignity for their efforts. Many of them have become accustomed to the way most people perceive them, or at least that was until they met you. When a new commander arrives with a more unique approach to the Nikkes, how will their minds fare in the grand scheme of things? *I do not own Nikke, or any of the related characters. Nikke is created and owned by SHIFT UP Corporation. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. I am not deriving any financial benefit from this story. All rights of Nikke belong to SHIFT UP Co.* *I claim no ownership of any images used in this story. All images belong to their respective owners*

Y/N is an angel, the name given to him. There's nothing special about it neither is him as. . .something. He's nothing that knows nothing but wants something: A DREAM. Now he walks in a world as many faces and voices guide his way of living within a land that Devil's devour. Tell me how the story ends A/N - I do not own Chainsaw Man or its characters. The art, or music in this story. I only own my character Y/n

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.

FGO is not mine... belongs to Lasengle, Anixplex Type Moon. please support the official release... Also if I decide to crossover then it's also not mine. WriterEvan goes by the real name of Ivan. His alias name is Evan... He was writing his stories on Wattpad and checking memes. Playing games like Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail and FGO But also he cooks, works and studying.. something uneventful happens. Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg appears but he heard from him a hectic and hell for him to come. His journey would be hectic and troublesome.

Waking up to reality with the view of a system, the stats that he could see described his powers. Issei died to only be revived once more to see the world in a different view. This view was the supernatural world... the same world that killed him.

The world is constantly being faced with Armageddon level threats..... Yet somehow, the heroes always saves the day. But are they always the only ones doing it? The Jagged Empire. A secret organization that protects the world from several threats more than the worlds know, from behind the shadows. An organization siding between the shadow and light. They have the manpower and technology comparable, if not, better than the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D combined. Surprisingly, no one knows who they are. Until that day happened..... And when the world knew of their existence, the earth stood still. (Artwork by Logancure)

A bunch of short Male Reader X Nasuverse, stories, about you being a Master and a Servant. So enjoy~! ** [>>>Disclaimer: I don't own anything I write except the things I created myself>]

What would you do If you were suddenly transported to the Nasuverse just before the Fourth Holy Grail War as a young Shirou with no access to a Magic Crest, Magecraft, or OP Servant?