Anti Stories

My name is Dante Arashi, a man of mixed Japanese-American descent who lived a quiet, uneventful life in a small rural village in Japan. That night, I was walking alone through the forest, trying to shake off the exhaustion and irritation left behind by an especially frustrating day. The humid air clung to my skin, the chorus of cicadas echoed endlessly, and a cold breeze brushed against the treetops, rustling the leaves as if they were whispering secrets meant only for the dark. For reasons I couldn't quite explain, I kept walking deeper into the forest. Perhaps my mind simply needed distance from the suffocating rhythm of everyday life. Then, without any warning at all, a strange spider leaped down from a branch and bit into my hand. The pain was unnatural-far beyond that of an ordinary insect bite. It felt as if fire had seeped directly into my bloodstream, spreading rapidly throughout my entire body. My heart pounded wildly out of rhythm, my head throbbed as though it were being struck again and again by a heavy hammer, and my vision spun violently, like a broken carousel spiraling out of control. Seconds later... everything went completely dark. When I finally regained consciousness, the world had changed. I was no longer in the Japan I knew. I had arrived in the Marvel Universe-Earth-76. As if that alone wasn't insane enough, a Spider-Man System appeared inside my mind, offering abilities and functions that could make my life as Spider-Man far easier... or plunge it into even greater chaos. I knew a little about this world-its characters, its enemies, its global threats-but Earth-76 was not a storyline I had ever read in any comic. There were new variables, new dangers, and unfamiliar elements that had never been told in any version before. Now, I must answer one critical question: Can I survive as Spider-Man in a world where even legendary heroes can fall at any moment? And if I fail-will this world still have any hope left?

Marvin messes up again and they all pay the price. Everything's screwed up and switched up, including their bodies. What could go wrong? Don't repost/plagiarize/steal

Some books hold stories. This one writes destinies. In blood. When 17-year-old Rivan Kael uncovers The Book of Darkness, he thinks it's a relic. But this book chooses names... and those names vanish. As Rivan is dragged deeper into a world of unseen watchers, bleeding memories, and irreversible sacrifice - the Book demands its final name: "Who do you love the most?" With reality fracturing and time bending, Rivan must choose between salvation and destruction. In the end, the darkness isn't in the book. It's in us.

I don't own anything ! Well, I decided to make an ANTI-Haru x Gokudera , Reader x Gokudera...ENJOY!:D

Final Edition In a world overflowing with dating sites, pay walls, "Top 7 Picks," and endless ads selling affection like it's a supermarket special, one truth finally detonates through the noise: Love cannot be bought - and Greg proved it. After the Cheeky Extinction Event wiped out the scummy romance industry, the duck and chipmunk rebuild a universe where connection is honest, affection is free, and no algorithm can block a heart that refuses to be monetized. The Cheeky Romance Reboot is the story of how love outlived the pay wall, how truth beat profit, and how two unlikely heroes - a duck with attitude and a chipmunk with cosmic authority - restored romance to a world that forgot what it meant. This is the cheeky, nuclear, hilarious reboot of love itself. A world where Greg walks unblocked, unbothered, and undefeated. A world where love wins.

Solitude is your only friend, Sean.

Mackenzie is your average preteen Jacob Sartorius fangirl. What happens when she finally gets to meet him? Love will bloom! But what happens when someone gets in the way of their cringy preteen romance?

"The redactions you see are not errors. They are intentional. Every single one. You will not know what lies beneath them - not until Mais finds it himself." - ███ █ █████ At twenty - barely past the edge of boyhood - Mais crosses into a world that was never meant to be found, his seven-year-old sister the only thing he carries with him. It looks like a second chance. It isn't. This is a void - a broken place where souls from across collapsed dimensions and timelines fall and never leave. A world drowning in chaos, where power takes a thousand different shapes and no two beings walk the same path. A place that should not exist - and yet has, for longer than anyone alive can remember. And it has a secret. One that kings have buried. One that ████████████████████████. One that the world has been quietly built on top of - for centuries - while ordinary people lived and died without ever being told ████████████████████████████████████████. Mais doesn't know any of this when he arrives. He only knows something is wrong. So he watches. Waits. Pieces things together long before anyone realizes he's paying attention. And slowly - one fractured truth at a time - ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████. Not as a mystery. As a confession no one was meant to read. The title of this story is not a metaphor. This world is hell - not because it was made to be, but because ██████████████████████████████████

the art and cover of this book belongs to me, ask permission if you wanna use this photo also plz DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT TRACE OR STEAL my orginal artwork Art made with: Ibispaint

Things seem to be going well for you and Anti. Reunited at last, you're safe from the monsters lurking in the dark. Or are you?

This is the story about my alter ego persona named Vanessa Venom and how she was born

After dark leaves mysteriously, Anti finds himself trapped in an abandoned asylum, far away from the outside world. He must search the building for certain notes left by a mysterious character, who calls themselves "number 798". Can Anti find all the notes and discover the way out of the evil place or will he be trapped forever...

I am dead. And it sucks I mean, I have a family! I have...a crush on a guy. As a curtesy, this guy says that I can go home for twenty-four hours, just to say goodbye. I can tell my family members, and talk to loved ones. But only ones who I have a personal connection to. Hopfully I can get everything sorted out in a day.