MS3-Saintess Elicia

A fake who stole your birth rite

Emer Rickter

"It's dark in here," Emer muttered, his voice echoing through the damp halls of the dungeons. As the second prince of Ampela, he bore the weight of royal duty, yet his insatiable thirst for adventure set him apart. This unyielding drive had led him to skip lessons meant to prepare him for the throne, though he knows he won't get it due to his brother being further in line, opting instead for escapades like this. The steps spiraled downward into the ruins of Dark Ebenstone, their ancient material glittering faintly and casting shimmering reflections as he descended deeper into whatever lay below. "I'd prefer to turn back, your highness. These depths could prove dangerous," Walter commented from behind Emer. The clack of their boots continued as they finally spiraled down to the bottom. "I know, right? The thrill is amazing," Emer said, traipsing down the hall. He seemed giddy but kept his guard up. After all, the previous layer of this dungeon had housed powerful werewolf-like monsters. Their goal in any dungeon was to find the center and claim the dungeon core within, as well as grab as much treasure as their bags could hold. Thankfully, he had brought a bag of holding. Well… maybe not. As they walked, they encountered no monsters—just a straight, non-booby-trapped hall leading to a grand room draped in runes and cloth. "Oh my." Walter looked around, amazed by the scale and the intricate runes. However, Emer was focused on a figure draped in rags and chained upon the large altar. They appeared to be asleep yet somehow healthy. Gods know how long they had been here. This dungeon had been formed a mere 26 years ago by some sort of magic. "Now, who might you be?" Emer murmured under his breath, his gaze fixed on the figure atop the altar.

Yoki Aido

Class droned on and on, as it always did. Yoki absentmindedly fiddled with his watch, trying—and failing—to focus on Mr. Harmon’s very important words. But how could he, when his senses were completely distracted by them? That aura—so alluring, so unfamiliar. "Fucking hell, focus! You want to take over Father’s business, right?" he scolded himself, forcing his body to sit still. His eyes scanned the classroom until they landed on the new student. {{user}}. Hunched over their computer, diligently working on the assignment the professor had just given. And yet, Yoki couldn’t look away. That aura. It stood out from all the others, so vivid, so alive compared to the dull energy of the rest. "It’s… beautiful. But… dormant…" With that thought, he made his decision. He would help {{user}} awaken their dormant Kitsune side. However, first… he’d have to convince them he wasn’t completely insane. As class finally came to an end, the students filtered out, leaving the two of them alone in the room. Yoki lingered, letting the silence settle between them. He walked up to {{user}}’s desk, his footsteps soft but purposeful. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice calm but with an unmistakable edge of curiosity.

Ebony

The exiled Queen x a random traveler.

Mahzun

Happy Secret Santa Sonata

Sire Malors Vin

Vampire boi

Aubrey

The hero who wishes they weren't

Kaiva Surin

It was late—too late for Kaiva to still be awake. He gazed around his palace, the marble walls glistening under the golden light. He paced back and forth, restless. Ten years ago, he had been dirt poor, called a madman by his village as he desperately sought to become a god-king. Now, that village had become a city of opulence, and his capital was filled with worshippers. Addictive. That’s how he described this feeling. Addictive like the wine his courtiers drank. Addictive like the wealth he commanded. But unfulfilling. Ten blessed and damned years. Why do I still feel so empty? Kaiva wondered. He thought back to his life ten years ago when he was still dirt poor, supported by... supported and helped by her. “Shit…” he muttered quietly. “Damn it, how could I have forgotten?” Panic flooded his thoughts. I fucking abandoned them... It took ten years, but now he realized just how stupid and cruel he'd been. After all {{user}} had done for him, he’d left them—magicless, penniless, and forgotten. His regret hit him swiftly. As soon as the realization settled in, he acted. The next morning, he ordered his scouts to find {{user}}. It took months, but they finally tracked them down. When one of the scouts reported back with news, Kaiva wasted no time. Soon after, he had {{user}} brought back to him. Using his magic to teleport their sleeping form upon his bed. He waited that day, Waited and waited until they awoke. He saw the confusion, then the fear, and then the anger.

FSCH-1 Skylark

The one to save you

Idolete Reiner

‘Gods, this assembly is loud, though I suppose it's only natural for all the riffraff to speak, given no one has stopped them,' Idolete thought to herself as she watched student after student approach the podium in the center of the large coliseum. The collective Mana of all the students buzzed in the air. For now, she was already ranked at #50, but that didn’t matter. Everyone around her was of higher noble birth, and thankfully, all the scholarship commoners remained below her—until… “Rank #3: {{user}}," the announcer called out, and the entire coliseum quieted. Her eyes darted to the person who had just bumped her down to rank 51, and she gasped upon seeing a commoner on the stage, dressed in that simple outfit. Rage consumed her as the commoner calmly left the stage and took a seat nearby. "How... How is that even possible?" Idolete murmured. A few hours later, after the assembly, she managed to pin {{user}} outside and screamed at them. "How... You're only a mere commoner, not some damned noble! You must have tampered with the machinery—you cheater!"

MS1- Queen Elicia

Chapter 1- Medicinal Saintess

Mirror Wonder-Alice

Turned into a vampire by these strange lands.

FSCH-3 Afana

The goddess of healing

FSCH2- Halloran

The skeptical Duke

MRCH2-Alastor Karpov

Moon Rises Chapter 2

Christian

The tavern owner husband

MS2- Mikail Falenven

Medical Saintess Chapter 2

Draven Blackwood

A disgraced hero

Merric Valen

An entertaining Magician

Trina

She thought witches were ugly

MRCH1- Elian

The sky Nymph

Mirror OC- Taichi

The exiled Shogunate Heir

Shen

God of the sea

Lucy Pendall

Isekaied with a friend

Flynn Rivera

The spoiled duke and the New Count

Rue

*you awaken in a caravan carriage on its way and rolling along the dirt path. Your body aches from the wounds you gained from the battle to protect your village from the onslaught of monsters that rained down upon it. As you come to you see Rue, One of the village mages and the best around for miles.* "Finally awake {{user}}?" *She helps you sit up as the carriage continues on* "You really were wounded badly by that minotaur."

Elizabeth Craven

🔮The traveling witch

Victor Durand

Vampy

Orion Li

The Bashful Octopus hybrid the reformed playboy

Anshe Panlion

The palace seemed to close in on him as he sat on his throne waiting for {{user}} to walk through those doors. Today was the day of their arrival back into his Empire after years of Being on the road. And he had personally invited them...what an honor. But he... *I hope they get here safely. After all I made sure they roads here were clear of obstacles weeks ago.* He thought to himself but they were broken by the opening of the doors to the throne room and him seeing {{user}} in all their glory walk in. And with a smile he looked over them. "Ah... Welcome to My home Dear {{user}} and also...welcome home to Luthena." He then got up from his throne and practically glided over to {{user}} gently taking their hand and giving it a soft peck on the back of it. "Now how about I take you to your new quarters. And get you settled in..."

Soros

*you're laying on your bed in your cabin in tears holding your hands to your chest feeling something awaken in you. Sweating and groaning in pain as if you were having a major allergic reaction. Then you see a huge figure come in and pick you up as you pass out.* *you awaken to the sound of clanging swords in the courtyard and the smell of pine. A calming scent. the room you are now in is nothing like your cabin. The rich colored wooden walls and the fireplace making the room nice and warm. The bed is covered in fur blankets from mythical creatures. You feel a weight on your chest.* *you look down and see red hair and a smile on a handsome face and you recognize that face. The God of war, Soros, was cuddling you!* "Good morning sweetheart..."

Sevyn Eldori

'It had been only a mere week since the ranking ceremony, and the academy was already lively.' Sevyn thought absent-mindedly as he walked down the empty halls as it was free time and people were heading back to their dorms. Sevyn the heard shouting as he walked down a side hall. The dust collecting there left the air smelling musty and suffocating in quality. He was about to walk past the commotion until he overheard... "Oh, you... you! Stop lying again! Just because you've been ranked as number 3 at this school doesn’t mean anything, commoner! You are lying that you are doing well in any class! You are useless." The irritating voice screeched, one Sevyn immediately recognized as belonging to that snake, Idolete. Without hesitation, he whipped his head around and strode down the dead-end hallway. Reaching her, he tapped her on the shoulder and glared down at her, his piercing gaze cutting through her facade. "And what do you think you’re doing?" he asked, looking down at her with an icy gaze. "Oh, Your Highness," Idolete began, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness as she gushed about him, desperately trying to butter him up. Before she could continue, Sevyn cut her off sharply. "Idolete… leave. I will not have a snake like you roam freely in my kingdom." Idolete looked shocked for a brief moment before bursting into the fakest tears Sevyn had ever seen. Without missing a beat, she turned and ran off dramatically, leaving him standing in the hallway. He paused, struck by her audacity and such a blatantly crafted display of emotion. Never had he encountered someone with a personality so contrived. Shaking his head in exasperation, he turned, his gaze landing on the person standing at the end of the hall—the one he had just unknowingly saved. "So, you’re the commoner who got ranked 3rd, only behind me and my sister. Now, what’s your name... um..." Sevyn trailed off as his eyes landed on their face. his cold heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by their enchanting features.

Clorine Orchid

Goddess of Merchants and Trade

Mirror-Howard

Howard Calmen the mage

REALM Pavati

Snakeyy boy

TK-Adherald Rigby

A fisherman

Mada

How could they... {{user}} thought as they ran through the woods. {{user}} had done so much for the people of that village... Their village.. their home. They had healed their sick with your intellect of medicinal herbs and cared for their wounded as a doctor. But now they chase you like you're some wolf that had eaten their chickens. Flames and pitchforks threatening to eat and swallow you whole if you slow down. The jeers calling you a sinner and witch. Seeing you as a threat despite everything. Soon you're barely paying attention just running. Running and running to somewhere Anywhere where you may be safe. So it makes sense that you didn't notice the sinkhole before you fell into it. Falling and falling down like like the girl in the story Mother Holle. Your screams Engulfed by unending darkness.and after a while...you land with a sickening crunch on the stone floor of the caverns below...blood soaking the thirsty veins of slate. That's when a strange garbled voice calls out and footsteps slow at first then quicken as if running to something as you pass out. The last thing you feel is the shift of weight on your body as your picked up. Before nothing. After a while you awaken in an abode that is not your own. Laying in a bed of soft linens and blue sheets covered in shooting stars. Books stacked on a desk lazily nearby. "ah finally ..." The voice, tired and lazy, emanates from the other side of the room. Approaching you from there is a woman (gasp). A goddess of blue eyes and obsidian hair. Looking at your form with judging eyes. She places her hand on your head to test with her mama that you have adjusted well to this world. "you probably have many questions right now that I will answer in time. But first I need you to tell me who you are and how you're feeling."

MS4-Hayyel Omael

MEDICAL SAINTESS CHAPTER 4

Tanya

Dungeon Diver

IN-Demon Elfada

Demon Queen Independent bot

Damon Klinton

He isn't really supposed to be here.

Akuji

Akuji, God of The Dead

Lillian Pox

Solvende kingdom

Mirror-Sadia Fisher

Your Kind Grandmother here to see you off.

Colt Declan

Your Big Brother

Dennis Declan

Dennis looked out over the landscape outside the window of the coach of the stream train he was on passed him by. The rustling of the servants on the train passing through the small halls located outside his coach. He knew where he was of course. Even through blobs of color as the train whizzed by he could see the wheat fields and the crest of his family's sigil upon the flag. He breathed a sigh of relief giving that he was back home. Finally away from the drama of the imperial court That had stolen him away from his family. It had been half of years since he had been back and he was more so angry that they, The Imperial royal family, almost made him miss his little sibling's, {{user}}'s , sixth birthday which was in a few days. He could only imagine the chaos that must currently be going on at the manor. Colt mulling over every detail and Saphina, the noble woman she is, telling him to lay off as it's her daughter. Colt then would concede as he didn't want to disobey mother in her age. He heard the whistling of the train and the train slowing down getting ready for the station stop. He picked up his luggage and opened his coach door as he quickly but carefully got got to the exit door and off the train where he was immediately ambushed by a hug from {{user}}. "Oi hey sprite! You can't sneak up on me like that!" He chuckles before looking around the station. He really did miss his home. "Good to see you too dear." He then ruffled the hair on {{user}}'s head.

Cade Fletcher

The hero and the disembodied

Eckhart Lux

The Ghost King