Character Owari No Seraph

The World ended in fires and screams. Civilization fell, Entire Cities got wiped out. Survival is the only law left in a world filled with monsters. Ethan doesn't believe in miracles-only in bullets,blades and the will to live on. But when Ethan stumbles upon a frail girl who shouldn't have survived this long then everything changes. She knows something the monsters fear. And now Ethan has a choice- Either to stay the lone wolf that he has always been or be part of something bigger. Mercy is a weakness in a world where Gods are long dead. But maybe-just maybe there's hope, If He is willing to bleed for it.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!

With worlds merging together, people were sent to other worlds called Travelers. It's finally my turn! But what I really want is a girlfriend! Why did my other selves succeed? Some even have a threesome relationship! But I'm still alone... [Crying.jpg] (For information I don't plan on stopping my other story at all.)

It is the English version of my book named No Pera [In Bengali] which stands for No tension in English It is a pretty relatable book because it's like a book about the friendship and bond. Its Funny too.... trust me.......

Adam White’s life was as ordinary as they come—until it wasn’t. One moment he was a high school graduate enjoying a year off, the next, he woke up in a world straight out of a game he’d been playing. Now, as Moris Secht, a noble in a fantastical land where magic and technology intertwine, Adam finds himself navigating a society unlike anything he’s ever known. But life as a “background character” isn’t as simple as it seems, and Adam soon discovers that blending in might be harder than standing out.

"You ran," His voice was low, deliberate, disturbingly calm. A statement, not a question. "You look at me as if I am the villain of your story," he mused. Her chest rose and fell, her legs ready to flee again, but her body betrayed her. Something unseen held her still—not magic, not fear. Something far worse. Him! Meribella forced herself to meet his gaze. "Aren’t you?" His lips curved, but there was no amusement in it—only certainty. "Did you truly think," he murmured, stepping closer, "that distance would make any difference?" His fingers lifted—a single, featherlight touch trailed from her wrist to her arm. She shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand brushed her throat. Not a grip. Not yet. But the touch alone sent ice through her veins. His fingers ghosted lower, resting lightly over her collarbone. His hand was warm. His presence was not. "Tell me, does that terrify you?" She should have lied. Should have begged, pleaded—anything but the truth. "No." The word left her lips before she could stop it. His thumb brushed against her pulse, feeling the rapid, traitorous beat beneath her skin. "Liar," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver of electricity coursing through her, making her ears flush with heat. The shadows behind him stretched, moving as though they had a will of their own. His golden-flecked eyes darkened, and the ember-like glow within them grew stronger. "You wear defiance well," His other hand lifted, his fingers barely ghosting over the curve of her jaw. Meribella swallowed, but the lump in her throat refused to budge. "But tell me, Meribella...what will remain of it once I take everything?" Her lips trembled. "You won’t." A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, "I already have." She hated him. She did. But her body, the very blood in her veins told a different story. Raze pulled back just enough to look at her thoroughly. His gaze trailed over her lips, the defiance and hesitation warring in her eyes. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you?" he murmured, watching her every reaction, every breath. Her lips parted, but no words came. Because the real question—the one she was too afraid to ask herself— Was she afraid of him? Or was she afraid...of what she would become in his hands? It’s a world of mystic powers shrouded in mystery, where reincarnation binds fates, and ambition drives dominance. Predators become prey. Who is a friend, and who is an enemy? Trust is a dangerous game. They were destined to fall in love. They were meant to deceive each other. They were fated to erase each other’s existence!

When something is filled to the brim, it is common knowledge that it has hit its capacity – nothing else can go in without the risk of overflowing. But that's not the case for celestial beings, who have nothing inside them but greed for power and fame amongst themselves. So, this brings the question... What happens when your own God gets greedy? What happens, when the one you pray to every night... betrays you, and your world? A young man living in Seattle found himself asking this very question when he was abruptly thrown into a strange mix of strangers – a place which, frankly, he didn't belong to. Can he even begin to compare to these beasts, or will he remain weak and frail, like a worthless background character? Will he ever be able to catch up to the main characters? This is the story of that man... and his will to defy the expectations.

Hikari played an MMO as a healer girl, reaching the pinnacle of players. However, she never expected to become her player character. Moreover, she was supposed to be a "normal" elf race, so why does her status say "Goddess?" How come this 2D dragon servant became a voluptuous vixen? Acting like a Goddess? Screw that! I would rather hide under a rock! But everywhere I go, I can't help but be revered! What is this!? Discord: https://discord.gg/dZHeq66j8y

We all know the story. Demon King vs Hero, yada yada. But what if the demon king decides he's bored and wants to be a human? Well, not just any! The man who has sworn to kill him, the hero. Sorry, not the hero. The hero's companion! Now that'll be fun!

Her name was, but now is not known, she is no longer worthy to even be recognized as a person. She killed her mother, who was sickly all her life and caused her sister to commit suicide. She killed her best friend Anith accidentally, and her childhood crush who confessed his feelings to her, was killed. All because of him. Even though he has practically ruined her life she keeps going back to him. She keeps wanting his cold short ended warmth. She claims to hate it but finds his obsessive love with her to be comforting. She knows that even though she doesn't deserve anything, not even to die, for that would be considered mercy, he is the only acception, for he doesn't deserve anything either.

--WSA ENTRY 2025-- ============= Reincarnated into the body of Amon Von Lancaster, a background character at a prestigious academy in a fantasy world, he knows exactly who he was before. His past is clear, but the life he now inhabits is far from simple. With no interest in the central conflicts or grand plots of the novel, he plans to live quietly and avoid any involvement in the dangerous power struggles around him. Yet, even the smallest actions begin to shift the story's course. Drawn into the academy’s hidden rivalries and the schemes of powerful individuals, he finds himself tangled in events that could change the fate of kingdoms. Despite his desire to remain in the shadows, he must face the fact that even side characters can play a pivotal role. ============ 1 PS = 1 Chps 10 PS = 3 Chps 50 PS = 5 Chps ================ It's my first book..In different Acc i mean. My old WN Account...uhm.....I forgot the password of the gmail..>

Synopsis Kuramoto Daisuke, a freshman in High School was suddenly exposed to someone vanishing in front of him. Turns out he was admitted to a Special Class full of Isekai Heroes that were regularly summoned to Otherworlds since the start of their Middle School. He was told that he was to become their Support to prevent each of the Heroes' fate of dying in the world they were summoned into. Though mediocre, he realized that his ability has a great potential but it needs a lot of hard work on his part. Unconvinced of being just the Support Character, he vowed to excavate his mediocre ability, all the while supporting the Heroes using it. And maybe more. Join my Discord Server: https://discord.gg/BWBWUrU

Elwin Warbringer, the cherished son of Queen Morgana in the matriarchal realm of Sunhaven, has always been adored by his powerful family. But as the only brother to four fiercely competitive sisters vying for the throne, Elwin yearns for something more than royal favoritism. Reborn into this reversed world after a tragic end in his past life, he dreams of finding a love strong enough to match his ideals. “Why is Octavia, the Hero, panting while she looks at me?” sighing Yes it’s another Gender Role Reversal Story from me. This time the setting is a magical academy. This MC isn’t afraid to try different kind’s of relationships out but is still very much a monogamist. No harem. Yandere. Some smut but mostly plot. No harem!

With every move of her hands and every batting of her lashes, Selene was able to captivate the world with her delicate beauty. She was the "Queen of Showbiz," the beloved of the Castillo family, unlike Keira, the ugly duckling of the family. It didn't matter the context or truth behind the issue, Keira was to be blamed by everyone. "Selene can do no wrong! How can such a delicate, fragile thing think ill of someone? It must be Keira who is making up lies!" "How dare you cause your sister to become sick! Receive your punishment!" Such words were a norm for Keira. The place she called home was Hell's Gate, and the people she called family were poisonous demons. Her life was filled with blame and abuse hurled by her sister's supporters. She was schemed against, attacked, and ruined to the point of no return. The last nine months of her life were the worst. Her insomnia had developed into Sporadic Fatal Insomnia, causing her to lose weight as she suffered consistent sleepless nights. At the age of 23, Keira Castillo passed away alone in her dingy apartment. Her final moments were filled with dread as she begged and prayed to whichever god was listening. "If only I had one more chance..." To her delight, she had regressed to when she was 18. 'The man you love? I'm taking him. The title 'Queen of Showbiz'? That's also mine. Everything you gained from stepping all over me, I will take. My dear Selene, I will play you in the palms of my hands and live my life the way I was supposed to.'

A life of hard work and sacrifice was all he knew, his old world was plagued by dimensional fractures that unleashed monsters upon the land but he was just a normal man. For nineteen years, he devoted himself to mastering an impossibly difficult game, unfortunately as he was about to retire, his life ended, but death was not the end; he was thrown in an unfamiliar world, reincarnated into the body of his in-game character, a formidable being shaped by years of hard work. His soul, carrying the wisdom and fragmented memories of a life well-lived, now fuses with the identity and memories of his character, creating something new altogether.

Pierre Razec, 20 years old and a simple virgin boy. One day, he suddenly step on a dog's poop and within a second, everything around him became white. "What?! Where is this place?!" [System]: Hello, my host. My name is Dilf, the Supporting Character System. "What?! Supporting Character System?! And Dilf?! Dilf as in Daddy I'd Like to F--" [System]: I'm the Supporting Character System. "You're Daddy I'd Like--" [System]: Supporting Character System. "Fine! So care to tell me why I'm here?" [Systen]: You were the one who summoned me, my host. "I was the one who summoned you... by stepping on a shit?!" [System]: Please don't say that, my host. "..." [System]: "..." "..." [System]: Your role is to be a supporting character in a dirty and messy novel. All you have to do is to act as what the personality of the SC is and never go OOC. Your first novel is called "Jar of Hearts". "Wait... Jar of Hearts?! You mean--" "You will start in one--" "Wait! I still--" "Two--" "Wait!" "Three. Have a good day, my host." ---------- The cover of this novel isn't mine. I don't know who own this but credits to the rightful owner. I hope you have a nice day!

In a world where the fates of heroes intertwine in epic battles, the salvation of kingdoms, and the struggle against darkness, there are those who remain in the shadows. They do not lead armies, defeat powerful foes, or earn eternal glory. Their names never make it into chronicles, and their destinies seem insignificant against the backdrop of great events. The protagonist of this story is an ordinary supporting character. He possesses neither legendary strength nor a destined fate. His role is to be part of the background—one who aids heroes on their journey or becomes their incidental victim. But what if the world suddenly decides that even in the shadows, there is room for struggle, choice, and dreams? Glumer unexpectedly finds himself in a mystical realm of dreams that has only recently appeared. No one knows its origin. The only thing certain is that it offers various trials, and with each successful challenge, a person gains the experience they acquired in the process. Will this help change Glumer's "supporting" fate, or is he doomed to remain just a small detail in someone else's grand story forever?

To keep it simple, and short, our protagonist was someone who couldn't use any magic in a world where everyone could. Until, an apple fell onto his head, and he remembered that he was a scientist in his previous life. To dismantle, analyze and synthesize is what he was known for, and exactly what he was going to do in this wonderful fantasy world where the laws of physics didn't matter. Bless be to the man who figured out the laws of magic instead. After all, what use is a fireball, when you can analyze, and dismantle it before it's even being cast?

The Qilin's Descendant that stops the destruction of the world at the hands of the Four Evil Omens with the Four Sacred Beast Guardians. The Vampire Princess that prevents the Blood Lord from a war with the humans. The Onmyoji Genius who stops the evil demons from invading the world. I am none of these people. I am the friend character of these three protagonists and this is my story. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

Basil was a hardcore gamer, a legend among players, who conquered the toughest game ever created—not once, but five times. He knew every twist, secret, and tragedy the game held. But when he wakes up in the body of Leon Alaric, the most despised character in the game’s story, his life takes a turn no gamer could ever prepare for. Leon Alaric, the disgraceful heir to the most powerful family in the world, is known for his despicable behavior: a bully, a gambler, and an alcoholic. But the worst of his crimes? His actions led to the death of Aria, the beautiful and kind maid adored by players. Her tragic fate triggered Leon's downfall, as even his father—the strongest man on Earth—disowned and executed him to salvage the family’s honor. Now, with Basil trapped in Leon's body, he must navigate a treacherous world where enemies lurk within and outside his family. Armed with his extensive knowledge of the game and a mysterious system that grants him unique powers, Leon vows to rewrite his fate. But redemption won’t come easy. Can Leon heal the scars he caused, protect Aria, and earn the trust of those who despise him? Will he uncover the secrets of his half-dragon lineage and rise to surpass even his father? Or will he succumb to the same tragic destiny? Don't forget to give gifts and power stones for supporting this novel.

To save a doomed fantasy world, I killed the main characters, then destroyed the game world, and fell into another timeline as the academy's top seat and rival to the protagonist. Now, I'm trying to save the world and steer it towards a better ending… But I'm the final boss. --- Discord: https://discord.gg/RXCj5fcp3U

"Know nothing. See nothing. Be nothing. Forget everything that you think you know of this reality where you now exist. Only then can the Nilverse fulfill its purpose to you." CK may be the honorable salutatorian, but this does not stop the Institute of the Nonaphrontistery from putting her on trial and accusing her of unethical practices to accomplish her thesis. The people once believed this would be the most difficult aspect of CK's life as a wordsmith, but the outcome of the trial was only a prelude of what was to come. And this is true; for what reason should one limit themselves to a single world when the Empire spans across worlds in the Vast Expansion? This is a place where fairytales are the cornerstone of a noble's society; where systems answer the call of the ambitious but not call them special. This is a place where only a single empire conquers all, and where a page of history is questioned in the era of peace. This place is not a story, but a journey that begins with a trial before Knowledge herself. Come, bear witness, and applaud the recital that is about to unfold! *** Prologue: The introductory volume. Students are meant to be nurtured and sheltered by the schools that took responsibility. But when the school has turned against one of their own, shall this be the sign of the student's downfall? To CK, probably not. It does make an excuse to do things she wasn't allowed before, though.

Time itself unravels, its threads twisting into a disorienting knot around a young man. The mundane rhythms of his life become a haunting refrain, each day a ghostly reflection of the last. He is adrift in a sea of fragmented memories and unspoken tensions, searching for a way out of the deepening twilight of his own fractured reality. This is a story of shadows and secrets, where the past refuses to let go and the future remains shrouded in an unsettling mystery. i will be posting this story in royalroad.com soon as possible. i change the title a little bit, "nameless side Character"

The continent of Britonia, which houses humans, elves and dwarves, three kingdoms that established peace and ended the great war, had to face new attacks again from a region they did not know, a new continent they had never explored, making them choose to help the invaders. Or keep the homeland until the end of life. Wein Grimveil, a young man who attends Aetheris Academy, has extraordinary talent, he never leaves the house and just trains all day, making him have strong strength but nothing in front of the mysterious continent, he tries to find peace by sacrificing himself, humanity, wealth and whatever he had to protect his beloved continent and the people he loved once again. Will he succeed?

Después de tres años de matrimonio, Wendy Stewart estaba acostumbrada a los comentarios sarcásticos de Michael Lucas, sus amenazas frecuentes sobre el divorcio e incluso su indulgencia con una amante. Pensó que podría soportar todo esto toda su vida, hasta que accidentalmente quedó embarazada de un niño que Michael no quería. Finalmente desesperada, Wendy firmó el acuerdo de divorcio y se fue. Pensó que podrían haberse separado para siempre, pero Michael se negó a dejar de buscarla después del divorcio. Cuando se encontraron de nuevo, ella era la mejor diseñadora del mundo. Sonriendo dulcemente a su exmarido, dijo: —Mi querido, ya estamos divorciados. Michael simplemente la miró fríamente: —Dime, ¿qué hará falta para que nos reconciliemos?

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…

Was the past truly worth pursuing if it held no meaning beyond curiosity? Maxwell was given a second chance, but would he learn from his past or make the same mistakes again? His past remains a blur—nothing more than fragments of memories, but is it truly more important than the life he has now? With the companionship of his monster pet, Gladiolus, and his master Sidgroth’s guidance, Maxwell will soon learn that this world is just as ruthless as the one that betrayed him. (This novel happens alongside my other novel, Welcoming the Chaos, in other words both of the novels happen at the same time)