Stories by Addyctive

Waking up as a slime in a world of Devils and Angels was crazy enough. But then, the sun disappeared, blotted by two figures entangled together. One, a boundlessly long Eastern Dragon; the other, an equally massive Western Dragon. With a red countdown signifying the end of the world in his vision, there was only one thing that he could do to survive. Run to the nearest redhead.

alternate universe creature fic
Abaddon Bael, the eldest son of the lord of house Bael and twin of Sairaorg Bael, was born with the Power of Destruction at his fingertips. Born in the center of a political maelstrom within the Underworld, his existence meant a lot of things. Will he survive or will he thrive in this dark world that's full of conspiracies and betrayal? [OC x Harem][Descriptive Smut][Slight AU]

harem oc centric smut alternate universe
When talking in infinites, unlikely is just certainty waiting its turn. In a paradoxical dimension where space and time are non-existent, infinite possibilities are right around the corner. Including turning back time to fix the mistakes he made. [Eventual Harem] [Political Subplot]

harem time travel alternate universe
On the day of the Wizarding World's greatest victory, a single person was left mourning her loss. With her newborn child sleeping safely in her arms, she wailed in grief and loss. Lily Potter nèe Evans left England with her son, aware of the prophecy that was not yet fulfilled and knowing that the danger would be upon her son once more.
A day of reckoning had been long approaching for the Olympians. It was only a matter of time before they arrived. No one was ready for them. Not when the focal point of their fates, one of their own was going be the catalyst of their doom. Influenced by powers beyond imagination, with a symbiote as the medium, he would singlehandedly bring about the doom of all Earthen Gods.

mythology gods powerful harry alternate universe
On the day of the Wizarding World's greatest victory, a single person was left mourning her loss. With her newborn child sleeping safely in her arms, she wailed in grief and loss. She left England with her son, aware of the prophecy that was not yet fulfilled and knowing that the danger would be upon her son once more.