After executing their true saintess, a kingdom is cursed by their goddess and sent back in time. Now, to prevent eternal damnation, they must earn the forgiveness of the very woman they killed-a young child who sees them all as terrifying monsters and for whom their every attempt at kindness is poison. This is just a story that's been in my dreams for a while so I thought might as well write it as a change of pace. The reason I wrote this is because all the Villainess stories I've read have all the MCs regressing, so I thought maybe having everyone except the MC regressing would be an interesting story. Btw, this might also become a series on of itself but I need to finish the other story first.

(Y/N) (L/N) is a boy who suffers from... *Hits the narrator*, sorry, sorry, he enjoys having the eighth grade syndrome (Chuunibyou), calling himself the Dark Hero: Aegis Corvus, with a tragic past (the backstory of his chuunibyou... or not?) he has promised himself to protect the weak. What will happen when fate reunites him with a beautiful lady wielding a dark spear and...? WAIT! Real powers?!

When things have already fallen apart, and nothing seems worth it anymore... One would ask to be saved... To be given a miracle... But, I, for one... Have a wish... To not be saved by anyone but myself.

I woke up and found myself as Hoshino's younger sister. We look exactly alike. At first, I thought I had possessed Hoshino! Original Author:만렙강아지02 on novelpia Search:https://novelpia.com/novel/272141

Full title : A Story About a Beastly Protagonist Reincarnated in the "You-Zitsu" World Getting His Heart Pierced by Kamuro Masumi The content is exactly as the title suggests. I may post AI illustrations if I feel like it. Stories with AI illustrations will be marked with a ★ symbol. Original Title : よう実世界に転生した畜生系主人公が神室真澄に心を打ち抜かれる話 Author : サンディエゴ Syosetu : /novel/372921/

We pose you a question, dear viewer from the outside. In the harshest of environments, the most barren of them all... Will a single small, blue flower like this one grow and bloom in the golden sands of abandon? Or will it wilt and die like the white flower before it? Huhu... let's find out, shall we? And one more thing before we leave. Can the small, blue flower still dream her everlasting, beautiful, blue and white dream? As always, the narrative continues in the distant realm called Archive of Our Own as well, but this is where we say goodbye for now.

A Blue Archive fanfic made by me just for fun. Here I will just add a character created by me. ~IMPORTANT ADVICE~ * This fanfic is intended for fans and the community of the Blue Archive game. So if you're going to read this, it's recommended that you know the lore or read it with someone who knows the game. * The events will be after Volume 1 Chapter 3 of the Blue Archive game * The first chapter will be written in first person, starting with the next chapter would be on third person * You are free to do Tenshi Kirai fanarts, I totally accept that. But I wouldn't accept femboy and gay arts.

"You, you're the one that killed her... REI!!!" "Hehe, Pinkie, if you get angry like that, you'll look old~ "Still, you're the one who had driven her to the desert in the first place. You should've known shame, Hoshino!!! " >> [Rei, what's the reason you do this? Why... Do you hurt your own friend?] "Hmm, Sensei, do you want the long explanation, or the simple and to the point one?" "It's not really for materialistic stuff or for the greater good. It's just... "FUN." [...What?]

This is a story based on the anime Date A Live. Some events in the story might not make much sense, but it's best to just enjoy the ride. The events take place after the end of Season 3 and during Season 4.

"I've always wondered, what do they call us, why such a title, and who drove them to this conclusion? Ah, so many questions left unanswered... can't say I pity those fools though, unable to spread their wings, they'll never burn up just like we have... big sis." A rumor that spread like wildfire, only for it to be much more than that, the truth no one dared to think about, to speak out, soon... it was forgotten for good, yet that itself is a lie, they all subconsciously fear the day it becomes more, than just words. ...Though a fire now sparked once more, isn't going to die that easy.