Isekai Novels & Stories

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

i usually link all my stories together so a bit explanation to some characters that pop out from no where saying some random stuff is really needed especially now the story is about to enter the real stages. the man on the chair with clock is fate keeper, he is from my story My name is isekai, am not thanatos, and the next man that will appear on the next official chapter moses also made appearance on my name is isekai am not thanatos, both are gods from my other stories, Gao Yu is closely linked to Moses with the fact that him and moses got a long history together

Jeanne - Its the total opposite of , If can grant a wish without a side effect then comes with a side effect. Issei - And I'm guessing Jalter wished for the destruction of this country and it grants her wish by summoning bunch of Wyverns and Dragon, and the side effect shall be. It won't just be this country alone that will be destroyed. But also the whole world if its not stopped.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

“This is one of my many abilities, the creation of domains. Of course all of us have different abilities but I am one of the few who has the ability to create domains freely. I’m not bragging just so you know.” “You were definitely bragging…” “He is. That’s cause it’s really rare.” Akihiko stares at Seirei for some time and asks him- “Are you really immortal though?” “Yes, I am. In a way I am immortal. You can easily kill me though. I won’t age and that’s it.” “Oh.” Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.”

the boy," Ankara said as both him and uncle fang turned to see isekai rushing into the battle. At first Isekai seems to be running slowly then a bit fast then more fast then he went in a blur, thanatos has noticed that just after Isekai the owner of the consciousness and the real owner of the body has lead the villagers a bit far that his consciousness has been forced to merge with the consciousness of the owner of the body as one as their thoughts and actions seems to be immediately made to rhyme. The space was quickly covered as Isekai used a method they don't kno

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Kristina is hesitant but she answered yes already since there will be no heights anymore. ________

EPISODE 3: THE CORRUPTED SCENE Isadora crawls back to the desk on hands and knees, her muscles screaming from tension and cold. She lights another candle with flint and steel that sits in a small dish beside the inkwell—her movements slow, deliberate, as if any sudden motion might shatter the fragile hold she has on herself. The new flame is weak and wavering, barely holding its shape against the still air, and the shadows it throws are thin and sharp as needles, cutting across the walls like blades. She needs to remember the ending. Needs to know for certain what she wrote, because if she cannot trust her own memory of the story she built, she cannot trust anything in this world—or in the o