Fate Stories

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.

Inspired from worseman Tales of Strange War Deciding to take a break, Ritsuka and Chaldea will be watching the Holy Grail War. However, it is not Normal War but a Strange War filled with Truth and False.

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."

A thousand years ago humans landed on the shores of Clairval, seeking refuge from wars, famines and disaster and forged an uneasy truce with the wild Feysha. No one in the Kingdom of Clairval knows why the Feysha allowed humans to settle along the perimeter of the island, and the only proof that the Feysha even exist are the impassible Wilds in the centre of the island. Verana is about to change that. Feysha but more, she is sent from the Wild to warn the humans that darkness is coming for their island and remind them of the oath both parties swore to protect Clairval from what was to come. There are other powers, other kingdoms across the seas; some of them contain answers long hidden and some of them contain the enemies Verana was born to fight against, but she'll have to forge a truce not seen for a millennia before she can save the world. Violence and fighting. Cover by @whiskeyjanedoe ( part one of book one )

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

I don't even know why I expected it to be different. When I spoke my opinion, they ignored me - just like always. It never surprised me anymore. They would never take me seriously. Because I am "only a woman" in a world ruled by men. I had heard whispers that it was not like this everywhere. That other realms did not silence their strongest warriors simply because they were born female. But here - in Heaven - power belonged to men. My name is Elissa. I am an angel. The best warrior Heaven has. The strongest. Everyone knows it. They say it in private. They admit it when they need me on the battlefield. But never out loud. Never in front of me. And it never bothered me. Until now. Because now it's my time to make my own choises. And the first one - I am leaving heaven and going to another realm.

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!"

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.

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

A girl who hides her fears behind silence, wrapped in her own little shell, trying to escape a past she never talks about. A man whose arrogance is practically his surname, ego his middle name, and anger his permanent mood-a man with messy habits, a stone-hearted attitude. She avoids trouble. He is trouble. she knows what kind of man he is. She sees every flaw, every bad habit, every wall he's built. So the real question is: Can a girl truly fall for a man who is the total opposite of everything she believes in? And if she does... Can she accept him exactly as he is? A light-hearted, funny, romantic-mystery story about two completely mismatched souls who somehow fit perfectly.

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...

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world-lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods. It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat. It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion. It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods. It even engineered the clash between Britannia's Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d'Arc into corruption. Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil. "The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!" But seriously, we all did those things together-so why am I the one getting blamed for everything? ... When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them. In that moment, he understood... Yeah-he was definitely taking the fall for all of it.

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

(TW: unaliving thoughts and memories at the beginning. It gets better over time, don't worry! Trauma is difficult to overcome...) You didn't want a second chance. You didn't want to survive. You wanted the sweet release of death. But it seemed like the universe was far too cruel to allow you even that. It took away your memories, your free will to choose whether you live or die...hell, it took the one thing in life you owned! Your own name! And now it seemed like you had to live yet another cruel life, doing things you never wanted done to others. But...at least you could do things your way. Maybe this second chance wouldn't be so bad... (Reincarnated as Nightmare Sans, but unlike other stories, you have no clue what Undertale even is) (WE REACHED NUMBER 1 IN THE UNDERTALE TAG YOOOOOOOO) (9/13/25)

What if Vijay are Kaveri and forced to seperate due to circumstances and fate gives them a chance to unite again

"Promise me something?" "Anything." "Promise me you wont turn evil again." "I wont make promises I cant keep." "Then promise me you'll always love me." "I promise." ~ Night's Assassin, Mistress of Evil, Daughter of the Dark Lord. Those are all the names 15 year old Tasha Garmadon has earned herself. Since she was 8 years old, she has lived in the Underworld with her banished father, Lord Garmadon. She was raised to be evil, taught to believe she would become the most powerful being in the world once she unlocked her true potential, indoctrinated to be the future ruler of Ninjago. But what if her father was wrong? What if she was not the most powerful? What if she was only half of a greater force? What if she was meant to be good? These questions will be answered, but not before she falls in love. *I only own Tasha and her backstory/subplots *The character's as well as main plot belong to the creators of Ninjago Highest Rankings: #1 in Good vs Evil #1 in Zane #1 in Nya #1 in Ninjago Fanfiction #1 in Sensei Wu #1 in Lord Garmadon #1 in Kai x Reader #1 in Ninjago #1 in Lloyd #1 in Kai #2 in Lloyd Garmadon #1 in Cole #5 in Jay #1 in Ninja #10 in Daughter #1 in Lloyd Sister

This story took place in alternate universe after clearing all the lostbelts and completing the third ordeal call. Novum Chaldea is having a quite usual daily life with the summoned servants, eliminating any singularities created by holy grail across timelines. However, things were about to get eventful as Ritsuka managed to summon a certain Servants This is the story of that said Servants as he serve his time at Chaldea. Notes: This is my first fanfic. My deep apologies if I get some typo and grammar errors, especially if found an innacurate lore both history and character-wise ✌️

Mercan's life was never hers to choose. Trapped between family debts, forced promises, and a future decided by others, she finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted. Ateş is a man built from fire and scars - driven by revenge, power, and a past he refuses to forgive. When their paths collide, love becomes dangerous, and fate turns cruel. Some bonds are written in blood. Some loves are born in fire. And some choices change everything. NOTE: This is a work of fiction inspired by Turkish dramas. All characters and events are fictional.

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