Crossove Stories

The mixed-race youth named Feng Aiye, driven by a burning desire to avenge the destruction of his family, harbors an obsession so intense that it transcends parallel worlds, ensnaring the soul of Doken. The narrative weaves through the gothic alleyways of New York, the bloodthirsty laboratories of the vampire clan, the intricate web of power plays in card games, and the idyllic yet mysterious vacation islands of parallel dimensions. Amidst a labyrinth of lies, surveillance, altered histories, and manipulated memories, characters from diverse factions are forced to make choices for survival, freedom, truth, and vengeance, their destinies intertwining to shape the fate of the world. Novel style: Gothic, industrial, dark. Accompanied by a soundtrack of industrial gothic metal, industrial electronic, and similar alternative music.

Since first arriving in Kivotos a few months ago, Ja'vassa's life has been anything but normal. Ranging from dealing with corrupt businessmen to storming a state of the art fortress to save a beloved student, he's had no shortage of things to do. Upon receiving a request from Trinity's Tea Party to help some failing students, he thought that perhaps he'd finally have some normal work to take care of. Oh, how wrong he was. Things with the Make-Up Work Club started out simply enough, but after finding them at the center of a complex web involving old grudges and lasting hatred, the Make-Up Work Club would be anything but normal.

Fred invites his friends in Mystery Inc along with a bunch of other friends to come to the Rocky Harbor Culinary Resort where his uncle stays in who happens to be celebrity chef: Bobby Flay. It seems to be a delicious visit which turns into a haunting adventure, of course, when a ghost haunts the resort who seems to want to cook their goose. Dine in with this brand new adventure!

Killua let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. "Baka!" he said, scolding the green haired boy sitting across from him. Gon laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sorry-" the dumbass sitting across from him was a massive pain in the ass sometimes. "You paid two hundred million jenny for some damn-" he hesitated, trying to make sense of the curved item in Gon's hands. "Thing? What even is it?" Gon's eyes shined. "It says it'll take us on an adventure!" Killua's eye twitched. He'd known Gon for the past four years, and he still underestimated how horrible decisions he could make. "Some...ball? Really?" Gon traced the delicate pattern scrawled across it with his finger, the tan a sharp contrast to the pearl white.