SamaelAngel

Chip fic: open chips. First of all I want to say one thing: everyone who sends the form will be accepted but if something is wrong I will just let you know what is wrong by PM. In a world like ours, only different. In it ah monsters, and these monsters have clans that are like families and these clans have a headquarters and it also serves as a home for them so it's huge but it's also common to see them in cities, these monsters can have all kinds of appearance. But in this world there are not only monsters, there are also humans and all these humans have a special power: they are summoners, that is, they can make contracts with these monsters to be able to summon them to fight and between other things, but of course not all these monsters are friendly. Several people earn money in summoner championships, some play with "mixed" strategy (use monsters from different clans) others play with "normal" strategy (only with monsters of the same clan. The world is not divided into countries but into continents, then states and cities, that is, it is like a president to govern a continent in each continent you can have 1, 2 or even 3 clans of monsters and ha 5 continents.More also exist and schools where people go to learn strategies and stuff about monsters so when they grow up they can make a living at championships and the students practically live there, and it's in one of these schools that our story takes place.

Wilhem

Year 3045, humanity changed, countries collapsed, names changed, people disappeared, after some natural disasters, but some things from the old culture survived, one of them was a card game called Cardfight!!Vanguard that became quite famous. One day after returning from a Liekki event, he finds his parents dead at home. 7 years have passed, now he is in the school and in the domain of the company that his parents left.

What would you be willing to do to fulfill your greatest desire? How many people would you be willing to see fall so you could be the last one standing? And what would you do if you were the one about to fall? A Card Games player, Hélcias had never thought about these questions. However, when what was once a hobby turns out to be a game of life and death, it's time to make a decision. In the end, there really are things you can't just run away from.

Alysson_Lima

Fanfic tells the story of Bryan Michiki and his friends, in a world as sad as ours, but focused on games. One in particular.

youkai22

Em um mundo governado há milênios por um mesmo Rei, um abismo impenetrável manifesta sua influência. Segundo aqueles que enxergam os versos de poder, dele emana a magia. Os fiéis, por sua vez, rogam a ele em ritos como a um Deus criador que a tudo conclama. Destemidos afirmam que dele verteram os dragões da vida. Sim: um desconhecido que habita e pulsa. O abismo é o centro do mundo, e há quem diga que ele seja o próprio mundo. Cabe aos nascidos do ímpeto trilhar o trajeto que desvela a trama. Não heróis apenas vítimas de um destino moldado no abismo da existência. Leonel acorda no meio de uma rua desconhecida. Ele está nu, vulnerável diante do solo que sustenta seu constrangimento. Não fosse o breu da noite e o vácuo de sua mente, sentir-se-ia ainda pior. Leonel não se lembra. O único fio de realidade que ainda o sustenta é o seu próprio nome. E, embora não saiba, o único ente que o reconhece é uma Sombra.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.