graphic

And with a sudden jolt, all of it was whisked away from him; the knowledge of what he had learned, remained, the images and memories remained, at least somewhat, but there was nothing new that was coming in. A mighty shudder passed through his being, and Harry James Potter finally truly awoke. If you enjoyed this crossover and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

Aegon II Self Insert "LET THE SEVEN-WHO-ARE-ONE BEAR WITNESS THAT AEGON TARGARYEN, IS THE TRUE HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE" He finishes and I can already hear murmurs going on across the crowd. This is just great. Septon Eustace brings forth his hand and helps me up before bowing before me, I look around the stage, Criston bows his head as does my mother and then Helaena and Aemond. Helaena is with me all the way though I can see that she is worried for the safety of our children and mine, Aemond and I bonded over our permanent injuries and our training together did make a bond between us. Septon Eustace continues, "BEHOLD, AEGON, SECOND OF HIS NAME, OF THE HOUSE TARGARYEN, KING OF THE ANDALS, THE FIRST MEN, AND THE RHOYNAR, LORD OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS, AND PROTECTOR OF THE REALM." I stand aside as Helaena is next crowned Queen by Alicent, she places her tiara on Helaena's head before kissing her on the cheek and bowing her head saying, "My Queen." I come back to the centre of the stage where Criston gives me the sword of the Conqueror, the sword of Kings, Blackfyre. As he gives it to me, he loudly announces, "BEHOLD, BLACKFYRE, THE SWORD OF THE CONQUEROR WIELDED BY AEGON THE KING." There is a smattering of applause from the crowd. Check out my Website dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

"My memory... hehe. King Robert Baratheon... murdered by a pig. Give me something for the pain, and let me die." What eloquent last words for a king. But Robert had never been an eloquent man. Not as a rowdy young man. Not as the leader of the Rebellion that put an end to the Targaryen Dynasty. Not as the first non-Targaryen ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He wasn't about to turn into a damn poet on his deathbed. I'd trade everything to go back… Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

Fanfic based on Guilty Three's Shadow Slave. Watch as Milo Chrome attempts to survive in the harrowing depths of the dream realm with a unique technology based aspect. Cover Art is made by @0mmmmm7777777 on Twitter. All credit goes to that guy, his art is cool as hell.

Before you start reading, A piece of advice Your favorite characters will DIE, some in ways you’ll find satisfying, others in ways you’ll wish you could forget. If you’re still brave enough to continue, then be my guest. ___ The word “ruthless” define him. Lucien Graves was an ordinary man once , A young man who died of cancer, But fate pulled him into a world governed by chaos, dice, and death. Now, trapped in a deadly game where even destiny itself can bleed, he must carve his own path through pirates, monsters,Titans and all sort of godly beings. This is a game of destiny. Whether it’s the so-called Son of Destiny or the Villain of Fate, Reincarnator or Transmigrator— they all fall the same. “Because, I must survive.” ______ Advanced chapters are available on patron Become patrons to gain access Patreon.com/Zphyr

Born beneath a sacred weirwood in the Mountains of the Moon, Torren of the Painted Dogs grows up marked by the Old Gods, an albino child with red eyes and the rare gift of warging. Guided by a mysterious voice in his mind tied to the ancient weirwood network, Torren begins to understand the forgotten history of the Vale and the fate of the First Men. As he grows among the mountain clans, he may become the leader destined to unite them—and reclaim the lands the Andals once stole. Note: This story is written with the assistance of an AI!

Narcissa Black was supposed to return home that night. She never did. Instead, she awakens in a future filled with unfamiliar faces, fractured memories, and a woman whose presence feels dangerously comforting. But if time brought her here for a reason… what is waiting for her in the past?

1941. War bleeds into Hogwarts. Tom Riddle seeks power; Lilith von Schwarzwald seeks survival. The last of her line, she offers quiet violence and kindness. Tom finds himself drawn to her shadows, a mirror to his fractured soul. But Lilith guards a secret older than Slytherin. As darkness rises, will she be his anchor or undoing? What truth in her blood could shatter Tom Riddle's fate?

#This is original (not translation). Before humanity existed, a single fragment of blue light gave birth to life. It passed from one living being to another across billions of years, evolving, learning, and remembering every death it endured. Through endless cycles of life and rebirth, it came to understand one truth above all: life must continue. Then it encountered humans. Unlike all other creatures, humans were not part of that system. They destroyed, dominated, and killed without restraint. Across countless lives, the being was hunted, tortured, and killed by them again and again, until fear turned into hatred, and hatred into purpose. Reborn at last as a human named Junsei, that ancient consciousness begins to act, learning its true nature and what makes human actions feel different from everything else. What follows is not a conflict between heroes and villains, nor right and wrong, but a divide between humanity and Life itself. This is not the story of a hero nor a villain.

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites

Nirn, 4th era 181. Twenty years before the events of the elder scrolls: Skyrim take place. Alexander Drake died on earth and was reborn into this strange world with an equally unusual sword and a status screen with but a single goal initially, Survive. {Author note: The elder scrolls and all it's inclusive content is the property of Bethesda and not mine.}

When the courts ruled in her favor, Aldrich’s father did what any rational man of their species would do. “She can’t have what she can’t find.” Those were the last words Aldrich heard before the hatch sealed and the stars swallowed everything. He was seven years old. Now, Aldrich is here. Stranded on a planet of soft-skinned creatures who cry over fiction, fall in love with strangers, and die from something as trivial as a cold. A world where even the simplest steps of his species’ natural life cycle become nearly impossible. A world called Earth. You can also find this story on Royal Road. For questions or requests, reach out on Discord: abysswa1ker21 I wanted to let you know that I've officially set up a Patreon. If anyone feels like supporting me and the story, you can check it out! Just a heads-up: there won't be any advanced chapters or special perks locked behind a paywall. It is strictly a tip jar for pure donations if you want to support my writing journey. This tier is strictly for pure donations to support my writing. No advanced chapters or bonus perks are included, everything I write is completely free! If you have any questions or you're curious about early drafts, feel free to reach out to me directly on Discord. How to find my Patreon: Go to patreon . com and search for my username: Abysswalker22 Or https://patreon.com/Abysswalker22?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

This is my Imagination of AMNSE in which Jay and Keifer will break up during college because of a big fight and they don’t tell anyone the reason of the fight ,so after a few week she of their breakup, Jay will go to New York to become the CEO of the Mariano enterprise and resume her college there. Keifer will go back to London after finishing his college in Philippines, and after 3-4 years they meet again in Mica and calix’s wedding in which Jay is the maid of honour for mica and Keifer is the best man for calix . During the wedding they both are already in a relationship with someone else and keep saying it’s a serious relationship (jay is with Ryan Mccalister and keifer is with Ava Nash) so let’s see what will happen to both of them , will they get back together or live their life separately?

This is a rewrite of my fic DC: Symbol's Rising. I'm not happy with how it ended up, so this is a do-over. I actually have vision and direction for it now, so DC: Symbol of Dread should fare a lot better in my heart. As can be seen in the tags, this work is primarily wish-fulfillment. Still, I'll do everything in my capacity to actually make it a good story. Also that cover is temporary while I get to drawing a new one. Actual Summary: A dead man is requested to test out a higher being's pet project—that project being a leveling system. To that end, he is sent to a universe of his choosing and is made to take it over for his benefactor. He is 'spawned' in Gotham to begin his mission for power and conquest, along the way being granted the Quirk known as One for All to help him get started. What to expect: • Graphic violence past the preliminary chapters. • The female lead is an OC because I made her as a pair with our protagonist... but don't worry about that. We have a lot of room for DC's resident heroines. Some 100% inclusions are Oracle and Raven. Is this a harem? Fuck it, it is. Yeah, it's a harem now. A small one, though. • Smut. A lot straight, some yuri because I love when girls love girls. • Our protagonist will gain monster forms, so a lot of monster×girl. • Multiverse after dealing with some of DC's most malevolent menaces. • AU divergence—Gotham is a bit different from usual, and Batman isn't braindead like how most like to depict him.

After the Justice League fails to prevent their world's annihilation by anti-matter, Billy Batson, the hero Shazam, makes a desperate leap and finds himself stranded in a foreign universe.

In a sea where dreams never die, he plans to out-dream them all..... A man from another world wakes up in the body of Marshall D. Teach, the future Blackbeard, years before the age of the Straw Hats. He remembers the anime, the legends, and how the seas are supposed to unfold. But memory is a tricky compass on the Grand Line. Every choice he 'knows' he should make pushes the world a degree off course, and every shortcut hides a reef. Armed with patience, a crooked grin, and jokes as black as his flag, Teach starts charting a different future—one where knowledge can be a weapon, but never a guarantee. From Whitebeard’s shadow to the Navy’s crosshairs, from back-alley taverns to skies split by conquerors’ wills, he tests how far a second life can bend fate without breaking it. He wants the greatest treasure in the world. He also wants to survive the punchlines destiny keeps setting up. PS: This is TL of a Chinese fanfiction. I claim no ownership of anything. All Ownership belongs to author of this fanfiction and it's original owner of One Piece. Current release is 5 chapters/ week. PS2: Be aware although the novel have Harem tag. MC will focus on strength first, so any relationship will be happening later in the novel (past chapter 400). Image from PixAI. If that is yours please let me know, and I will remove it asap. Original Author in Raw: 泷谷泽 Original Name in Chinese: 海贼之黑暗主宰 If Original author ever wanted me to stop or remove this fan made TL, please contact me and I shall remove it ASAP.

OC/Reincarnation in ASOIAF. A ASOIAF world which stops hiding the magic becomes home for eldritch horrors later World-building AU. Endgame: The Long Night we deserved. 4 wishes and Mutltiverse travel later

"Did you know? The reason why the Gojos and the Zenins are on bad terms? It was during the Keicho period. Their respective clan heads killed each other in a fight." 400 years ago... Keicho Era, 1598. The theft of the Mitsuboshi no Yari—Three Star Spear—forces an uneasy and precarious alliance between Seijiro Gojo, the impulsive hot-headed heir of the Gojo clan, and Kaoru Zenin, the brillaint prodigious Zenin clan's heir, who, unbeknownst to all, is in truth a woman. Now, as the Tokugawa and Toyotomi forces stand on the brink of a full-scale war, and tension stretches from Edo to Osaka, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a conflict that neither of them wanted.

In the aftermath of Order 66, Aysha — a Twi'lek Jedi Knight embarks on a perilous journey through Coruscant's dangerous streets. Separated from the other Jedi and unsure of her fate, Aysha discovers a glimmer of hope in the form of a young man named Helios. Despite their conflicting personalities, Aysha's short experience and Helios's untapped potential may be the key to their survival and the Jedi Order's future. But as they navigate Imperial patrols and their own differences, they must learn to trust each other to overcome the challenges ahead.