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Thrown away by the Zenin clan before he ever had a chance to matter, Ren awakens a system of eight impossible arts that lets him devour curses, forge weapons, command spirits, and break every chain. Satoru Gojo was meant to stand at the top. Sukuna was meant to be the nightmare at the end. Ren Zenin was never meant to exist. Now the timeline is breaking in this Jujutsu Kaisen AU.

After being falsely killed by his best friend Frank Woods, Alex Mason's body aimlessly drifted through a dark etheric space for an undetermined amount of time... Only to wake up in the same position as he did in 1968... Except the surroundings were different but also looked familiar as well. And alongside a familiar "person", perhaps he was going to find out why he wasn't buried four feet under right now and maybe learn just a bit more about where the hell he ended up... (Decided to make this crossover fanfic because I love the OG Call of Duty games and because of the bastardized version of Vorkuta in a game which shall not be named) (Credits go to Treyarch and Activision for Black Ops 1 and its sequel and Kuro Games for Wuthering Waves)

On the continent of Adriala, humankind lives in perfect peace with nature. On their thirteenth birthday each citizen receives a divine blessing from the Alverian Goddess. However, its citizens believe that since their blessings make everyone happy, people are incapable of violence. Soon unexplainable deaths and disappearances challenge the prevailing teachings of the Alverian church. In response to the bizarre occurrences a unique team of heretics will use their knowledge of the dead to expose the truth.

Content Warning ​⚠️ WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, mature themes, and scenes of a psychological and disturbing nature. It explores themes of obsessive love, unhealthy relationships, and emotional manipulation and drug use like weed. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ⚠️ ​Thee Art of Murder ​You've read the mystery. Now, it's time to experience the madness. ​In this parallel narrative spin-off to Chase's Murder Mystery Volume I the truth you already know is just the beginning. The world you once knew is shattered and reassembled, but this time, you'll see it through the eyes of the monster who broke it. ​Step into the mind of Rocky, a soul so lovesick and insecure he believes violence is the only way to express his devotion. This isn't a murder mystery; it's a chilling psychological deep dive into a yandere's obsession. Witness how he plans each brutal "masterpiece," meticulously eliminating every rival, and desperately trying to prove a love he never knew he already had. ​Because for a yandere killer murder isn't a crime-it's The Art of Murder.

"Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in all dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want" ~paper rings by Taylor Swift Heartbreaking, mind-wrecking story of how Aly saves Ethan in ways she never imagined, and Ethan hopes she never would. Ethan, a loner who never had friends, but also someone who never tried to make one. Aly, who was the only bright thing in his life ever since she entered it when they were kids. This is a journey of two individuals with completely opposite personalites, but finding their way to each other. (Dual pov, the storyline alternates between past and present. Please check out the TWs.)

Seonghwa welcomed the taste of blood, even smiled at the sight of it pooling under his feet, because that meant he was still alive. That meant another day on the front lines protecting the one place that still remained free until the rebellion was successful. That meant there was still a fighting chance, there was still hope that would come with the new dawn as more forces from the government would be sent in. Only today it did not taste like victory or revenge. The pounding taste of the foul liquid was vile and defeating in the worst way. While Seonghwa knew of the powerful feeling of looking down on his fallen opponent, he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the feeling of being the one on his knees instead, completely defenseless to take each beating that came without pause. There was no pride in his soul, not with the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Or: Welcome to the 47th celebration of The Games.

When Ahn Keonho, a popular swimmer amongst his peers, suddenly gives up on his dream and starts to isolate himself, many around him begin wondering what happened. Little do they know, their new city hero, "Spider-Man", is none other than the young swimmer. After being bitten by a radioactive spider in his room, Ahn Keonho has to learn how to navigate through life with these new found powers while building new relationships and destroying old ones.

TW: VIOLENCE, MURDER, BLOOD, AND ETC Luke meant it. he did. OKAY THIS IS A REWRITE OF AN OLD FANFIC THAT I MADE ON PAPER BACK IN 2021 WHEN TMF WAS ON PEAK! PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

45-year-old Inko Midoriya was found dead in her apartment, leaving her child with no one but himself until shocking news reveals that he wasn't as alone as previously thought.

~Okay, so I'm putting this story under construction because I wrote this in the seventh grade and I know I can do better. I plan to rewrite every chapter before moving on. Don't worry, I have a plot and conclusion ready to be written, but I know that my story could be much better. Don't expect another update for a long time. In the meantime, check out my bookmarks if you're interested in more Undertale content not by me but way better! THIS STORY IS NOT ABANDONED, JUST UNDER CONSTRUCTION. I love you guys~ <3 ~~~~ "Stupid abominations like you don't deserve to be alive!" He picked her up by her fragile and stick-thin neck. What had she done to deserve this? She dangled six feet off the ground, at his eye level. "You are not worth existence. Go and die in some abandoned alleyway. The only thing you're good for," He spat before flinging her out the open window. No larger than the size of a tennis ball, she fell and fell. The wind rushed past her, flipping her ears against her head like whips. Why'd he have to live on the top floor? Even if she wanted to use her wings, they were too broken, too weak to be of any use. Might as well accept her fate now. Her dull, cracked scales stinging from exposure to the harsh summer sun. The tail she called her own flapped uselessly in the air. If she survived this fall, what would become of her? Sure, bittys were popular amongst both humans and monsters, but she wasn't like every other bitty. Other bittys were cute. Other bittys had many of the same kind. Little Bros, Baby Blues, they had more than one. She couldn't be more alone. She couldn't be less cute. Of all the bittys, who would want one so broken? Who would put up with an abomination like her? What was a single, broken, lonely, dragon bitty to do?

It's been months since he left for his last covert operation, and Brad Colbert is missing in action, presumed dead. Still grieving, Nate attempts to rebuild his life, burying himself in his career. However, an unprecedented anomaly in the swamplands of Florida will soon have him following in Brad's footsteps. this is a crossposted work from ao3, under the same name + username. this is a fanfic of generation kill + annihilation.

Two people, from two different worlds collide. A fatal mistake. Leyla was a simple girl with few goals in life. She had few friends throughout her life, even less now having left school, but she was happy enough working four day weeks singing in her local bar which payed for her food, bills and apartment. She prefers to run under the radar, a task she's excelled at up until she meets a man. She never speaks to him, just accepts his presence as she feels his eyes whisper against her skin as they stalk her along her route each day. That is until one day the unknown figure makes a move, setting the whole landslide in motion. THIS BOOK IS A COLLABORATION AND SHOULD ONLY BE AVAILABLE ON THIS ACCOUNT OR _mrbeast_69!!!

2 teenage boys go on a road trip to visit a Freind. But on the way, they get kidnapped by Escaped Criminals. Will they survive and and escape? Or will they die and never get justice? WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart! this story contains very graphic depictions of violence and gore that maybe disturbing to some viewers. Viewer Distrection Is Advised.

The life after the death of Jay Gatsby and the girl he meets there. The process of dying and judgement weighing heavily on both their shoulders. And the slow reveal of who his mysterious companion is. None of the characters or the universe from The Great Gatsby belong to me.

Alexei Alekseyevich Sokolov, Alyosha to his family was having one of those rare moments of peace. He's and as President of Russia, he's always got a lot on his plate, but today was different. For once, he was able to just relax with his wife, Elizaveta Andreevna Nikolaeva (Elia), and their three daughters Anastasia (Alya), Marina (Masha), and Daria (Dasha). They were all enjoying a simple picnic, and for a moment, everything felt... normal. Almost like nothing bad could ever happen. Then, out of nowhere, the sky flickered just a quick, blinding flash that only lasted a couple of seconds. Alyosha froze, eyes scanning the sky, wondering what the heck had just happened. His family looked around, equally confused. It came and went, leaving no trace, but something about it felt wrong. An hour later, the phone rang. The voice on the other end was frantic. Alyosha's stomach dropped as he rushed to the conference room. Being the president, he's used to receiving urgent news, but this was different. His generals didn't waste any time. Their words hit him like a punch to the gut: "Mr. President, Russia... has been transported to another world." At first, it didn't make sense. Russia's land was still the same familiar as ever. The sky, the air, the terrain it all looked like it always had but something was clearly off. The world beyond their borders was completely otherworldly. The landscape felt wrong, like it belonged to another era a realm born of legend and myth. Was this some kind of enchanted realm? The generals didn't have answers. What they did know was that Russia was no longer where it had been. Russia had been transported to a strange, fantastical world, one that defied all explanation. While the sky above them looked the same, everything around them felt like it came out of an epic medieval tale. The air thrummed with a strange energy and the lands beyond their borders held a mysterious, almost arcane quality. Magic? Creatures from legend? Nobody knew for sure.

Harry Potter is dead and Voldemort dominates the wizarding world. The ministry is taken over by Death Eaters, determining new laws for those considered inferior. There is a lost destiny for the kids born muggle and half-bloods. Hogwarts is the new conservative school of the Dark Arts, Allerthon Monastery for boys, while for girls, on the other side of the high, dark hills, Nightingale Monastery trains young girls for the perfect handling of evil.

Hamato Michelangelo always made the world a better place. In the darkest nights, his soul would shine the brightest. Nothing could bring him down! Nothing could deprive him from his positivity! He loved his brothers and father so, and as well did they. But what happens when that light is threatened to be vanquished? What happens when one small mistake ends up being the worst of his life? Can Mikey survive the shadows and burn his way out? Or will he drown in the cold, knowing nothing but his family's loathing? Because he would never betray them...right...? ~ Hey there! I'm Mikey_Da_Kawaii, and welcome to my first fanfiction! I have been brainstorming this idea for a while now, and I'm proud to present the first chapter! As you can probably tell, I absolutely adore our little Mikey, and I love expanding his character! The 2012 show left A LOT of loose ends on his development, and I've always wanted to help that change. So I decided to create this little fanfic describing his inner demons and his limits. And, (despite my admiration for him), I of course can't let him hog the spotlight, you know? I'm including little pockets for our beloved older turtles, to make the content fair. Michelangelo isn't the only one fighting, now is he? Well, without further ado, let's get this rodio down! Booyakasha!!! NOT COMPLETED

Many people wish for fantastic, absolute anarchy; no rule at all. They got what they wanted. What they failed to realise was that it would hit them far harder than they ever imagined it would, and now it's different, because no rules? No rules quickly became the rule of the dead.

"Hey, Sammy... don't you want to play a game?" The voices of a traumatic childhood can't seem to let Sam live his life in peace. They say that life is a circle of happiness and sadness, of good times and bad times... Sam just keeps on wondering why his own circle of life stays stuck in the sadness stage.... Struggling to find the true meaning of his existence, and maybe peace from a traumatic childhood, he can at least count on his older brother, Jesse, his total opposite: married, lieutenant in the police department, loved and respected, everything seems to work out just fine for his older sibling. Or is it? Life's trials keep on surprising the two brothers... in such ways, that both of them might not be able to get back up on their feet again... And when things couldn't get any worse, a mysterious murder case starts to get very much personal to them... "It's impossible to go through life unscathed {...}" Christopher Paolini ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was first thought and written as a fan fiction with Michael as Jesse, and Sebastian Stan as Sam (just think of them as acting out the roles, plus their description in the book doesn't change from their actual appearances). I chose to not use their name, to allow anybody not interested in fan fiction to get into the story anyway... but it can still be thought as one!

Halen Gardner had tried to end her life and little did she know that her parents would place her into a mental health asylum. Halen thought that she would be better off there, but there is a dark secret hiding behind this asylum.