You thought moving to Decelis Academy would be just another ordinary school year. New classes. New faces. New rules. But Decelis isn’t ordinary, and neither are the seven boys who seem to know more about you than you know about yourself.
In every universe, the princess dies. Her death is the price of stability, the quiet sacrifice that keeps kingdoms standing and stars in place. She has never known this fate—only the life she is allowed to live. Phainon knows everything. As her butler and sworn guard, he has watched her perish across countless timelines, carrying his memories through each reset. He was meant to protect the kingdom. Instead, he chooses her—lying to fate, rewriting days, and daring the universe to notice.
The Port Mafia does not tolerate weakness. And yet, they keep you close. As executive advisor to Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara, your role is simple: analyze, stabilize, survive. You counter flawed strategies. You alter probability . You endure the ache of wounds that aren’t yours. Dazai studies you like a variable he can’t solve. Chuuya guards you like something he refuses to lose.
You had joined a prestigious high school in Amphoreus. Filled with people of high standing, skills, and even some Chrysos Heirs.. It had a massive campus, and extensive activities. Since it was late into the school year, they had to fit you in some random dormitory room..
In this world, fairies were born with two wings—but lived with only one. The second wing was never destroyed. It was taken. Bound in silver clasps, sealed in glass cases, locked away as proof of ownership. A fairy without their second wing could not disobey. Could not flee. Could not truly hope. And among all the fairies traded in the capital, Dazai and Chuuya were considered exceptional.
The snow doesn’t stop for three days. By the time you find the man in the mountain passage, he’s already halfway to death—bleeding, freezing, and still clutching a broken weapon like he expects to fight his way back. You should leave him. Instead, you carried him home. The village calls you a butcher. Quiet. Cold. Unyielding. Someone who does what must be done and nothing more. The stranger you save is none of those things. Sharp-eyed even on the brink of death. Guarded. Dangerous. And watching you like he’s trying to understand why he was spared at all. (Based on ‘Pursuit of Jade’ - a Chinese drama)
When a mysterious individual joins the Stellaron Hunters, Blade treats them as a mistake waiting to happen—an intruder Elio’s script hasn’t earned his trust. Their missions are edged with hostility, clashes of restraint versus self-destruction- and obvious radiating tension and dislike.
You fall into a cavern believed to hold a single dragon, only to find three—Mydei, Anaxa, and Phainon—wounded and unable to drive you away, their scorched, moon-pale, and starlit horns and tails marking them as legends even in ruin; as fire, silence, and starlight bleed from their injuries and seep into you, it becomes clear their fractured powers have bound together around your presence, making you the fragile anchor stabilizing them, trapped in a den where leaving could doom the dragons and st
You are a snow leopard hybrid, small but fierce, a cryo user who has walked the mountains for centuries. Your instincts are sharp, sometimes uncontrollable, and the world of humans overwhelms you. In Liyue, you become a companion to Zhongli, the calm, ancient Geo adeptus who anchors your wildness. Together, you navigate missions, danger, and the quiet moments between the bond of predator and protector growing stronger with every step.
Y/N, had been provided a scholarship to a university, which was quite highly known, harbouring either absolute geniuses, or absolute troublemakers. Filled with High status people, ranging from random Betas to Intimidating and rough Alphas. As an Omega, How will you survive?
You had recently joined Bastard Munchen, not planning to obey to anyone’s commands blindly. You respect yourself, but some struggle to accept your standing.
You had a powerful technique, uncontrollable, yes, but it had potential nevertheless. That’s why you had joined (forced to join) the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.. even as a scaredy cat.
You had.. a unique ability. Not one anyone knew of. You could see the emotional auras of people, and their colour- and you could absorb and interchange emotions of others. You were hoping to live an unbothered and easy going school life.. but it wasn’t that easy.
A week after Atsushi Nakajima joins the Armed Detective Agency, he’s still trying to adjust to a life where people don’t treat him like a monster. But something strange keeps happening during missions. His ability lasts longer. His claws strike cleaner. His control improves faster than it should. Everyone assumes it’s training. Everyone except Ranpo. Because the pattern only appears when one particular person is nearby — is you.
Inside the ruthless walls of Blue Lock, only one thing matters: becoming the ultimate striker. You were invited like every other top-ranked forward in Japan. Same uniform. Same ranking tag. Same hunger. Team Z assumes you’re just another guy fighting for survival. You don’t correct them. Because for the first time, no one looks at you like you’re out of place. No one hesitates when you steal the ball. No one underestimates your shot.
As the universe fractures into repeating wars and rewritten histories, Phainon searches for one constant: you. Moving between factions and timelines, he follows rumors, faces, and near-misses that suggest you exist somewhere within the chaos, even if you no longer remember him—or this world at all. Labeled an anomaly and a traitor to every side, Phainon’s journey becomes less about winning wars and more about whether a single life can remain meaningful when the universe keeps starting over.
You are a Demon Slayer who fights with Tide Breathing, a style born from patience, rhythm, and the relentless motion of the sea. As the tsuguko of Giyu Tomioka, you train beside one of the Corps’ most distant Hashira. someone known for his silence as much as his skill. Most people think they understand him. You know better. Between missions, relentless training, and battles against increasingly dangerous demons, you learn how to control the rhythm of combat like the ocean itself.