Fate Stories

It was one night. No names no feelings. But nothing is that simple when the impossibly hot stranger Ava encounters is heir to the Caponelli mafia... This book is available in print and now as a webcomic on WEBTOON! ***** Ava Moretti is a mafia princess with a fiery personality and an aversion to doing what she's told. Nick Caponelli is next-in-line to lead the Caponelli mafia - and he is used to getting exactly what he wants. When they meet by chance one night neither has any idea they are from rival crime families. After a night of passion they are supposed to part ways and never see each other again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity violence and drug use which may be triggering for some readers. Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

Eve thought finishing her first year of university would mean freedom. Instead, it feels like falling - fast. When she meets Michael at a summer party, everything she's bottled up starts to spill out: her fear of failing, her hunger for more, the dizzy pull of someone who finally sees her. He's older. Confident. The kind of man who makes rules just to break them - and now, he's her new boss. Between the chaos of the kitchen and the pull of a man she shouldn't want, Eve discovers what it really means to burn for something - or someone - too much. Sneak Peek: "You should wear your hair up more often," he murmurs, his breath skating across my skin. "It shows the back of your neck." His lips graze that exact spot. "I like the back of your neck, shortcake." The contact is featherlight but somehow burns. His arms bracket me, caging me in without touching. Except for his breath, warm and devastating. I shiver. "W-what?" I manage to say, already breathless. "You heard me." His eyes roam my face, unapologetically, like he's memorizing the shape of every reaction. "And you're allowed to talk to boys," he says, voice low, full of unfiltered intent. "But when it comes to anyone making you feel good-" He finds my hip with one hand. The heat of it steals the sound right out of me. "Say, laugh," he continues, "or come-" His fingers slide slowly up my side, and my eyes snap to his. He's not smiling anymore. He looks possessed. "You're mine." He grips both my hips now and, with ridiculous ease, lifts me onto the desk. His voice drops, primal. "Open."

Three individuals find themselves sent to another world following mysterious incidents, one is an ordinary salaryman turned slime chancellor, another a child of human experimentation turned cold hearted daemon and one ordinary boy turned lone savior in search of his family... {Disclaimers} -slight oocs here and there -I don't own anything used here, this is for fun -Uploads may not be consistent so bear with me -Sorry for any fuckups here and there

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan's side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon's humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. "Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please." Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

Hidden in the depths of the cosmos, a world untouched by the outside world stood hidden by the power of a Stellaron itself. It was created utilizing a scepter, a neuron discarded by Nous, the Erudition, to ponder a simple question: What was, "the prime mover of life?" However, that discarded scepter was soon collected by someone, and altered the code within to fit "Destruction." The simulation became a horrible place, and the "first act of destruction" turned the simulation into a world of hatred. Thus... the corruption that began to spread through Amphoreus- the Black Tide- began, and the countdown until the birth of the Emanator of Destruction, Irontomb, commenced. However, under some miracle, the one to alter this path, Lycurgus, could never have suspected such alterations would create someone... new. A child not originally in the simulation, that slowly began to spread through more of the established simulation. A Demigod with Golden Blood, but no Coreflame to have claimed. A sword that served both to illuminate the darkness, and yet was split in two... How... curious.

Shirou Emiya with memories of all 3 Canon paths of Fate/Stay Night. Fate, Unlimited Blade Works and Heaven's Feels. The story will start with Shirou and 5th Grail War and Extend to Grand Order and Beyond.

Ever since the emergence of the first quirk in QingQing city in China, numerous various quirks emerged without the cause being identified. The world has become a superhuman society and 80% of the world's population now has some kind of special trait and in the world swirling with chaos, one profession that everyone admired came into the limelight and that professional is a hero. Now such a case was a boy who was born with a mysterious imprint on his left hand having no idea what it is which lead to him becoming quirkless until one day when he was about to face his demise, a certain turn of events occured that changed his life completely. Rankings #1 in ishtar- 4/20/2023 #3 in ereshkigal- 4/25/2023 #24 in quirks- 4/20/2023 #28 in fategrandorder-8/10/2023 #80 in overpowered- 8/10/2023 #97 in goddess- 8/10/2023 #279 in oc- 8/10/2023 #476 in bokunoheroacademia-4/25/2024 #638 in myheroacademia- 8/10/2023 #980 in bnha- 8/10/2023

Asher transmigrated to the Land of Shadows, day after day, year after year, training with his Shishou Scáthach. Afterwards, in the evening after martial arts training, Morgan le Fay would also teach him magic. Initially, he got along very well with Morgan le Fay, which gave him a very good impression of her. Until one day, Morgan le Fay suddenly said to him, "A week later will be the time of choosing the king. My sister Artoria will go to pull out the Sword in the Stone and become king... I have something I need your help with." "What is it?" Asher asked. "Take the Sword in the Stone before her, and marry her." "???" "The curse is activated. From today onwards, you must find a way to marry Artoria!" This is a world where timelines are intertwined. He had pulled the Sword in the Stone, resolved the conflict between Scáthach and her sister, and even helped Gilgamesh. Asher originally thought he would continue adventuring like this. Until one day, he was summoned by the Holy Grail. Looking at this group of old acquaintances in front of him, Asher awkwardly waved his hand and said, "Hello everyone..." Artoria smiled and raised the holy spear in her hand high "Shine at the End of the World, Rhongomyniad!"

These are fan made servant Profiles I create from characters I like. I honestly would like to hear your thoughts on this, and please don't hesitate to give me any suggestions.

(y/n) gets reincarnated into the fate universe with three wishes 1. a special sword 2. to be the twin brother of Mordred 3. to have high stats

Gilgamesh from the fate universe 'dies' again, but this time he's transported to the world of TBATE. How will this affect Arthur and his adventures? All credit goes to TurtleMe, the original author of Tbate and @Kimera_1, the author of Gilgamesh in TBATE. By all means, my ff was highly inspired by his and this is not an attempt on plagiarism.

He was the 10/10 handsome backbencher, always surrounded by his squad. she was the focused topper, always on time, always in her world. They were two different poles, but destiny had a different plan. Brother from another mother or her love partner??

Percy Jackson / The Lightning Thief - Sea of monsters - ??? -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- 'The girl with Golden eyes And the boy with ocean eyes Will meet in a time in need Two souls intertwined Once again The fates answer their wishes With pity For the fate they have chosen For them' -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- Percy Jackson x Oc

it's the title. The various show, anime and movie, react to my story 1# in music 23/10/2025 1# in arifureta 02/12/2025 1# in smashbros 08/01/2026 1# in bleach 08/01/2026

He is 28 She is 20 Nobody ever loved her, he was the first one who loved her. His love, care, anger, attention are everything only reserved for her. But what about their Life? They belong to Two different lives Two different desires Two different ways Both of them know the harsh reality of life. Suddenly out of nowhere he entered into her life and changed everything. She is a puzzle He wants to solve her She is alone He wants to accompany her She fears love He wants to claim her But how did these two different souls meet each other? Because of a DEAL, a fateful deal entangled avni with bhavik vaidya, the most dangerous man in the shadowy underworld, do avni have what it takes to be a Mafia's Bride?? Join the journey of bhavik and avni to find out...

A multiverse reaction book. You all know what this is. !Caution! There will be ships/head cannons you don't agree with. Deal with it or don't read.

I only gave him one night. One night to prove I wasn't just the human maid cleaning his mansion floors. And by dawn, the Alpha shattered me. He rejected me, humiliated me, and chose another to wear the crown at his side. He never knew that night left me with more than scars. It left me with a son. Two years later, I'm not the weak girl who cried when he cast me aside. And I'm back not for him, but for my child. Kael thinks he can ignore the past. He thinks he can demand my forgiveness. But I don't care about his crown, or his throne, or the Luna who clings to him like she's untouchable. All I care about is protecting my son. And if the Alpha thinks he can claim us now... he'll learn that nothing is fiercer than a mother who refuses to be erased. #rejectedmate #forbiddenbon #onenightstand #Alpha

Orario, the city of adventurers' paradise. Everyone who comes there has their own ambitions. Some want to become strong, some dream of restoring the pride of their race, and others aspire to become rich and famous. Among them are those who can be considered naive or foolish-those who wish to become Heroes. Of course, Emiya Shirou is one of the foolish ones.

They say history celebrates its heroes, remembers its villains, and erases its 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. But nothing erased stays hidden. Mistakes are meant to burn. Suffocate. Ache. They coil around the finger until it bleeds-or are carried by a yuga-but they never stay buried. An ordinary girl, Tarika Singh, entered Dwaparyug-and learned fire does not always burn. Sometimes- The scorching heat is Karn, the abandoned giver. The silent flare is Yudhishthir, the puppet of dharma. The cackling flame is Bheem, the weapon of vengeance. The curling smoke is Arjun, the dancer of battlefields. The biting spark is Nakul, the healer of destruction. The glowing coal is Sahdev, the foreseer of destiny. They say, fear the villains. As if they began it all. As if the world were not threads - pulled, twisted, strangled - each cutting the other. Some thread tightens like Duryodhan, desperate for the crown. Some knots itself like Dushasan, loyal until he forgets where he ends. Some loosens itself like Vikarn, questioning even the blood in his veins. It is law...threads burn when touched by flame. Only she decides whether they bind or snap. But She is no longer Tarika here. And the myth is no longer myth. 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. Daughter of the Sun. Sister of warriors. The ruiner... or the redeemer? It depends on who tells the tale. Because, To hear of the Mahabharata is one thing. To live it, surrounded by unknown faces, is another. Among the 'unknown', two men became her world, standing beside her, one like a vow, the other like a sin. Both willing to fall, if it meant she would not stand alone. "I wonder if the stars are jealous- they've never been looked at the way I look at her." "If the gods made her... perhaps they aren't so useless after all." ▪previously titled as Threads of Flames

November 25th marked their beginning, but it was the twists of life, the tests of distance, and a love that refuses to stay on script that would write the rest of their story. - ⚠️: This work is entirely fictional. Any literal interpretation is at the reader's discretion, and I disclaim any and all responsibility for any misinterpretations or irrational conclusions. -