The war of Kurukshetra ended in blood, but for Karna, death was not the end-it was a restart. Reborn as Adiratha, a humble charioteer in a timeline that feels cruelly familiar, Karna seeks only one thing: to protect his son, Vasusena, from the cursed destiny of a warrior. He is willing to bury his solar brilliance in the dust of the stables, to be a nobody, if it means his child survives the world that once rejected him. But he isn't the only one who remembers. When a twist of fate drags Karna before the throne of Hastinapura, he faces a King who is blind, broken, and burning with rage. Duryodhana has returned, carrying the memories of their past life and a heart blackened by betrayal. He doesn't see a brother; he sees a liar who mocked their bond by hiding the truth. Determined to punish the man who once shone too bright, Duryodhana demands a penance that pushes Karna to his limits. Trapped between a King who wants to break him and a son who was born to fight, Karna must navigate a fragile second chance. They drove to their deaths once. Can they drive towards salvation this time?

This is a story about a soldier. Who didn't decide on the war, who had no personal enmity towards the other side. He who followed his Dharma all of his life. Yet, why did he have to live in fear for those 18 days of war? Why did he feel dread whenever God Himself blew the conch, every morning? Told in the form of a memoir, this story is less about the war and more about the cost of believing without understanding.

What if no one founded Karna when kunti abandoned him ? what if karna had to learn everything himself ? what if he became ruthless cold and a man who believed strength was absolute and love was a weakness ? what if shukracharya heard rumours about him and made him his student ? what if karna and his empire became the biggest enemy of the kshatriya kings ? what if there was a princess who had to marry karna to save her kingdom who was the opposite of karna. what will happen read and find out in this dark saga of Mahabharat written by me. please enjoy the story and if you don't like dark humour then don't read it because it will have too much dark humour and if any of you think that karna will be a child fully defenceless then remember no child in Mahabharat especially a divine one was easy to kill. with that let's begin the story.

All starts with Brahma, and exists per Narayana's plan. But this time, the sun god didn't want his child to die. So he did a little change of certain one character. A different mahabharata with one genderbend character and few oc s. All rights reserved except for my oc s, also I apologize if anyone feels disrespected.

In the climactic end of their battle, Garou-pushed to his absolute limit-refuses to yield. As his body crumbles, he unleashes a final desperate technique: a forbidden dimensional spell that rips open reality itself. The spell doesn't defeat Saitama... but it casts him into another world entirely. Saitama awakens in a harsher universe-the world of Baki, where brute strength and martial arts rule. Here, power isn't just respected-it's worshipped. And Saitama's absurd strength doesn't go unnoticed. From the "Prison Row" convicts to encountering fighters like Baki Hanma, Kaioh Retsu, Katsumi Orochi, and Yujiro Hanma, Read how his presence changes the way events unfold in this new world.

There are certain reasons why you should not help Aang with angry spirits..... Ever. Because you might end up in a strange place where no one's ever heard of bending and are all so light on their stupid feet that you can hardly sense them coming. ATLA and Naruto crossover. Mostly Toph, though.

"Jinwoo! ", the boy yelled as a mysterious force dragged him from the dying form of his best friend, he always believed he was strong enough but he stood helpless as he watched the vanishing image of a friend he swore to protect. He lay in a void, endless and barren for as far as they eye could see and yet something spoke to him, calling him to rise, calling him to become the one string enough to protect everything; The Monarch of Wretch.

[One Piece × X-Men] Tension between humans and mutants only grows by the day.... From both sides there are those who cause trouble, souring relationships. War seems highly possible. But as all this is happening a Joyful Boy makes his presence known as THE FUTURE KING OF THE MUTANTS! Join Monkey D. Luffy as he adventures across the world, gaining allies and enemies as he rises to the throne and becomes a modern day king for the next stage of human evolution.

Destruction, carnage, annihilation se son tout cette série de mot qui peuvent résumé l'état dans le qu'elle est désormais mon monde, car partout sur terre tout n'est plus que cendre. Tout cela à cause des kaiju dont monstre d'origine inconnu qui des leur apparition n'avais comme objective que d'exterminé tout vie humaine sur leur passage, pour riposté l'humanité avait créer des combinaison de combat qui augmenté drastiquement la puissance de leur porteur dans tout les aspect, construit a partir des cadavre des kaiju tué. Cependant même cela n'était pas suffisant car les kaijus ne cesser de s'adapté à nos armes jusqu'à se que j'arrive, moi un simple gars qui avait comme bouleau de nettoyer les rues des cadavres des kaiju tué reçu un jours la capacité de me changeant en le plus puissant de tout les kaiju... on donna même comme numéro à ma forme Kaiju No 8. Seulement bien que j'aida grandement l'humanité contre les kaijus.... je perdu contre un méga kaiju si puissant qu'il réussit à lui seul à détruire la terre ainsi que tout se qui y habité, le kaiju numéro 9 et à cause de lui tout se que j'ai connue fut réduit en simple cendre. Et à la bataille finale alors que je pensé enfin pouvoir me débarrasser de lui une fois pour toute, un vortex s'ouvrit sous nous deux nous emmenant dans un tout autre univers, un monde avec également des kaiju mais d'un tout autre genre, cependant avec l'arriver du kaiju 9 de se monde l'humanité et de nouveau en danger et cette fois si seul moi peut l'arrêté... Alors que je perd lentement mon humanité, mais bon pour un de 32 ans comme moi c'est quasiment rien