Remnant is a world housed by the remains of a people constantly warring with soulless monsters that would see them extinct. Yet they aren't the only remnants on their planet. Remnant is far older than any of its denizens could imagine, older than even their Brother Gods. One of these relics of their past is not as dead as the rest, and its awakening will bring fate to its knees...

Despite going through hell after hell, our hero wants to rest. Sadly for him, he appeared in this new world that he hopes doesn't need him. It seems it doesn't. Yet old habits die hard as both the forces of good and evil pulls him back in. Can't they just leave him alone? Is it too hard to ask? They shouldn't bother to beg since he ain't giving mercy if push comes to shove.

Cuando el momento llego el ser de ceniza tuvo que elegir seguir postergando la agonía de un mundo moribundo o darle un final, su decisión tuvo consecuencias ahora está en este mundo tan lleno de vida, pero igual de peligroso. Sera demasiado pedir un poco de tranquilidad, bueno si los seres de este mundo quieren fastidiarle su paz el con gusto tomara sus almas y los volverá cenizas

When Artorias wait for his end after being defeated by the Chosen Undead The Stranger presents him a deal, a quest into the lands os Westeros to stop the coming of the long night which will bring the world to an Age of Dark.

The mind may yearn for solitude, but the heart calls out for the company of others. It has been no more than ten days since Weiss's father announced that he never truly loved his family, and things have not been the same since then. Now, a painting in Weiss's room calls to her, and she does not fight it. Probably a Oneshot

Matthew Smith, an ordinary highschool teen, is suddenly taken to the world of Lordran, while on a school trip to Germany. He returns after extinguishing the flame, with a new name. Only to discover that his Original world is not as it seems. And he is the son of the god of the forge. Now armed with his powers of fire, he will show the Olympians what the name Inmortui Ignis means.

He had only known the Fire. And Fire was practically all that what he could remember. But now he was in a new world and he had to find his place in a country divided by the war. It wouldn't be easy, but nothing in his life was. He was almost burned, but at least, some embers remained.

At the beginning of an age, Kindled Ash finds serenity.

Un Abysswatcher, aquel encargado de cargar el legado del caballero Lobo y proteger al mundo del Abismo, abandono a la legión de los No-muertos dejando atrás su puesto como señor de la ceniza, llego a una tierra desconocida rebosante de vida, gracias a una Diosa el Latente volvió a ser humano, y ahora es su deber matar al Rey demonio, o el también llamado Manus...

The Dark Sun Gwyndolin has been released from his torment at the hands of Aldrich by the Ashen One. His last moments were spent thinking about his sister and the consequences of his failures. Now after inexplicably waking up in a new world, one not doomed by fate, and free of all his status and responsibilities; what new life could Gwyndolin build?

He Fought. He Killed. He died. He brought the Age of Fire to an End. He could finally rest. But fate had other plans for him. He got sent back from once he came from. A world filled to the brim with heroes and villains. Confused as to why he isn't dead, he will look for answers and maybe find a new purpose to raise his blade (first fic) ( Rated M for reasons) ( cover art not mine)

As time passes, the Ashen One is brought into a different cycle by the power of the First Flame. A history of angels, demons, monsters, and men. All conflicted with each other in some way, shape, or form. They too have powerful souls; twisted and steeped in strength. What better way to stop this conflict than to absorb their souls with an Ashen One?

He'd been kindling once. So what's one more time, to save another world?

Summary Inside. This is a Soulsborne X MGE Fanfic. Contains elements from God of War, Monster Hunter and Naruto. Inspired by StaffSergeant and AgeOfAngels's Bloodborne X MGE Fanfics.

Firekeeper is hot. (Eventual Harem, OC.)

The fire fades, and the prophecy tells of a chosen undead who will escape the undead asylum to link the first flame or leave it to fade. Now what happens when that chosen undead is a white-cloaked huntress, with a dusty old crow as her companion.

The Knight is ancient, Anri knows that much, he has said so, but... she can't even tell how ancient, its something she has no concept for. Still, the man was helping her, and so she would help him, it was the way of the Astoran people, her people could simply never let a man stand against the dark alone. Even if the Knight was protecting her and not the other way around.

Milenios intentando encontrar una cura a la maldición, cientos de reinicio del ciclo del mundo con el uso de sus almas y millones de batallas todo eso para despertarse en medio de un sendero en un mundo ya sin maldición.

Old magic stirs, as a kingdom from a bygone age reappears in the land. A cold storm is on the rise, as a Pontiff seeks to rekindle the Humanity he has left, all the while becoming a whole new player to the Game.

Naruto had just left his family home to get some time to be alone but then a sudden portal opened out and the world was doomed from the weapon that it would bring

He had finally done it, he had rekindled the first flame, but at a price, he was now in a completely different world with absolutely no idea of what to do, thankfully it seemed that a group of kids on a quest to stop Salem require his talents. It seems that he will have to be the chosen undead once again.

Eons spent in the Kiln had made the Chosen Undead lose hope. however hope, it seems, is not so easily lost. especially when he himself, is once again, the last hope of a dying world. (rewrite of Wandering Undead)

The ashen one was finally finished. He could rest now. At least, that was the plan.

A bunch of idiots and a bunch of sane guys end up in a world much unlike their own. The sane men are looking for a reasonable way home while the idiots just fool around and die a lot. Hilarity ensues.

Many years have gone by since the shards of the Wandering World first merged with the Continent. It is now the Age of Dragons, and with it comes a new form of warfare. Men ride with dragons, magic grows ever stronger, and the Empire of Nilfgaard brews up a storm of trouble for the North...as usual. ( Follow-Up for Vestige of Warmth, Rated M for you-know-what-reasons )