Shield Hero Fanfiction

In a dying world where survivors fight for scraps, Santiago Reyes possesses a power that turns laziness into godhood. The less he does, the stronger he becomes. Branded as a useless parasite by his peers, only the enigmatic Nikolai Sokolov sees the terrifying truth behind his stillness.

For three agonizing months, Kelvin was the lowest creature in the Academy of Arcane Arts. Summoned from Earth to a realm ruled by magic, he possessed no status, no power and no hope. He was treated as a pest, beaten by noble prodigies like Alaric and Noah, mocked by elite mages, and forced to scrub the academy floors in shame. His nightmare reached a boiling point when the formidable Dean Martins callously threw Kelvin into the jaws of invading B-rank void monsters to buy himself time but instead of tearing him apart, the beasts fled in absolute terror. When Kelvin’s clothes were torn during an unjust public flogging, an ancient, long-forgotten mark was revealed on his back which happened to be the faded Black Lotus, the divine seal of the Primeval Zero-Core. In a single instant, the mages who brutalized him fell to their knees. The supreme Kingmaker arrived to declare the powerless cleaner as the long-lost heir to an vacant throne and an unimaginable ancestral fortune. From a discarded worm to the sovereign of the entire continent, Kelvin’s reign is about to begin and the realm will answer for every drop of blood he shed.

Daniel Cross thought he had everything. Twenty million dollars. A luxury penthouse. A beautiful wife he loved with everything he had. Then his wife, Vivian Hale, and his best friend, Gavin Rourke, betrayed him. They used him for his money, stole everything they could from him, and finally drove a knife into his chest when the world had already begun to burn. Daniel died with hatred in his heart. Then he opened his eyes. Thirty days before the Great Scorch. This time, Daniel knows exactly what is coming. In one month, an unprecedented heat wave will scorch the entire planet. Temperatures will soar to unimaginable highs. Electricity and water will fail. Food will disappear. Cities will become burned-out graveyards. And ninety-five percent of humanity will die. But Daniel has something no one else has. A second chance. With twenty million dollars in the bank, memories of the apocalypse, and a mysterious Storage Space that can preserve anything he puts inside, Daniel begins preparing for the end. Food. Water. Ice. Medicine. Fuel. Weapons. Cooling gear. Everything he needs to survive. He will turn his luxury penthouse into an impenetrable fortress and stockpile enough supplies to survive for years. But Daniel isn't preparing to save the people who betrayed him. Vivian and Gavin think they can still manipulate the foolish man they once used as their personal ATM. They have no idea that the Daniel Cross they knew is dead. When the temperature climbs past a hundred and sixty and civilization collapses, they will come knocking on his door. They will beg. They will plead. They will remember the man who once loved them. But Daniel has only one question for them: After everything you did to me, why should I save you? This time, he won't be the prey.

Meet Richard Parker, the CEO and founder of the world's fastest-growing tech startup. A multi-millionaire playboy who lives life by his own rules & doesn't care what anyone else thinks. He's on top of the world, and things are only going to get better, he just knows it! That is until he's stabbed in the back (literally), thrown out of his business, and introduced to the dark underground world of the Immateria, a vampire-like race who secretly exist in the shadows. With dangerous supernatural creatures at every turn, a war brewing in the world of the Immateria, and the need for revenge bubbling away in his now still heart will Parker be able to regain control of his company and get revenge on those who ousted him? This is the Rise Of The Immaterial Man!

Silas Marrow woke up in a stranger's body, in a world where the weak are buried and forgotten literally. Cast out to a frozen, forsaken peak with no talent, no allies, and no way to fight back, Silas has only one advantage: every corpse that reaches him becomes fuel. Bury the dead, and their techniques, their power, even fragments of their very potential become his to claim.

Three years ago, a once-mighty warlord married the heiress of a powerful family to honor his late grandfather’s will. What was meant to be a shield of protection soon turned into a personal hell. Weakened and stripped of his former glory, he became the target of scorn and cruelty from his wife’s family. When betrayal struck from those closest to her, tearing apart everything she had built, walking away seemed like the only option. But her husband refused to give up—on their marriage, on her, or on himself. With the brilliant mind and tactical genius that once made him a legend, he vowed to take back everything that had been stolen. Amid family intrigue, hidden conspiracies, and enemies lurking in the shadows, they uncover a truth: true strength isn’t found in the body, but in an unyielding heart. And as betrayal pulls them closer, could the love they’ve long ignored finally take root?

“Take this ten-thousand-dollar check, parasite. Your role as a shield for my shares is over,” Chloe said coldly as she threw the check onto the floor. For three years, Raymond lived as an oppressed son-in-law with amnesia in New York, suppressing his pride for the sake of the woman he believed sincerely loved him. However, a billionaire business alliance changed everything. Cast out on a stormy night and struck nearly to death by his wife’s lover, a horrifying miracle occurred instead. That fatal collision shattered the seal on his soul. Raymond was not a mere mortal drifter—he was an Eternal God of War awakened from a long slumber. Now, the ruler has returned. With an ancient system inside his mind and millions of secret mercenary troops under his command, Raymond is ready to strangle Manhattan’s business network. Who will survive when the God of War begins overturning the chessboard of the financial world?

Imagine being a demon. The race that is hated by all and condemned by many. Now imagine if you were surrounded by these people. The type of people who hate you just for who you are. [DING!] [You have been transmigrated as a demon inside the world of Demon Among Us! Your task, survive the hero academy and surpassed the protagonist. You must corrupt and destroy the academy's student. Turn friendships into hate, loyalty into betrayal. Rewrite their fairytale into a tale of misery and suffering; and grow stronger from it. That is your mission. This mission was given by your Demon King, the very reason for your existence. Do not Fail! Go forth Abaddon!] #Transmutation #Adaptation #SCIFI #EXTRA #ACADEMY #Villain

After I took asleep in reality world, then awaken in dream world. I took asleep in the dream world, in the reality world I'm awaken. Since then, I don't know what the sleep is anymore. I slept, only to transfer my consciousness to the dream world for completing missions. The sweet days I met her only to staring her smile, that dream is caused it all gone. Encouraging myself to against The God who holds Miho as the hostage, I’m following his game to be a hero in another world planning growth my own strength to deal with slowly. On the time, I’ll punish The God with my hand as what The God did. “Miho, my dear. Wait for me, I’ll save you!”

In a magical world where heroes wield legendary swords and devastating spells, one boy awakens his destiny… with a half-burnt stick he dug out of a compost heap. Bullied, underestimated, and often mistaken for actual trash, Quincy Dungsworth never spoke a word—until a mysterious accident unlocks a bizarre power inside him. The source? A strange wooden staff marked with an ancient sun sigil, capable of channeling magic in ways no one understands (including him). Now, armed with questionable martial skills, unpredictable magic, and a face that screams “I’m not supposed to be here,” Quincy must rise from zero to hero—facing monsters, rival cultivators, and the occasional murderous chicken—while trying not to set himself on fire.