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There's never been a muggleborn in Slytherin - until Blake Renshaw arrived. Despite Voldemort's attempts to regain power and Dumbledore watching his every move, he's sure he'll survive, especially with the help of some allies. But Blake's in for a harsh lesson - nothing ever comes without sacrifice. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. OC x Daphne Greengrass Muggleborn Slytherin, Prodigy MC but still Realistic Progression

Persia Zarwick was not a hero. She was a pimp, a criminal, and a street predator dressed in gold. A smiling parasite who understood that loyalty lasted only until fear, love, or money offered something better. For sixty years, persia survived the streets of chicago by refusing to become anyone’s prey. Then one night, beneath the flickering lights of a filthy motel parking lot, her own people betrayed her. Surrounded. Shot in the back. Executed by a young man who believed he had finally killed the monster. Persia expected hell. Instead, she woke up beneath the painted ceiling of an ancient palace. Her new body belonged to Annabelle de’ Medici. The forgotten former head of one of europe’s oldest and most corrupt dynasties. A tiny but towering, frail and aged woman abandoned inside her own home while her nephew ruled florence in her place. The medici believe Annabelle is weak. They believe she is dying. They believe the inheritance buried with her can never rise again. They are wrong. Outside the palace walls, the world is collapsing beneath disease, fear, and political unrest. Strange rumors are spreading. Events are being buried. And somewhere among ordinary orchards and forgotten places, persia has awakened inside a family built on masks. A house of blood, wealth, betrayal, and beautiful monsters. Unfortunately for them, she has spent an entire lifetime learning how monsters survive. And this time, she does not intend to settle for one street. She intends to own the city. ⸻ (Persia’s POV) "Let’s start with you." I said with a bloody smile. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Chiss, officer, imperial. Thrawn. Thirteenth Grand Admiral of the Empire. The only alien in the service of Emperor Palpatine spent many years in the Unknown Regions. His return in 9 year after the Battle of Yavin 4 restored hope for the Imperials to regain control of the galaxy and defeat the rebels. The happiness did not last long - the Chiss was killed by his own bodyguard, and the Empire again plunged into crisis. But today the New Republic faces a completely different Grand Admiral...

Transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon, Locke arrived just as the First Faith War was beginning. With an affinity only for the Water element, he had no choice but to focus primarily on survival. Starting with the most basic spell, Water Mist Technique, he gradually unraveled the profound mysteries of the Law of Illusionary fog, setting himself on a path dominated by illusion magic.

This isn't just a game for me, it's a fckin war! And I will conquer it, no matter what…… I'm coming for it all! A wild journey of a boy from Japan named Haruma Kusaka, who hates Football the most… Yet is obsessed with winning everything that exists in this game, creating a legacy that no one can ever match. And as an author, when I say it isn't just a game but a war... I mean every single word of it...

A pure time-travel story without any system cheats—just intelligence and knowledge driving the narrative. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! The protagonist finds himself transported to the French Republic, born into a family that owns a long-standing agricultural tractor business. As the heir of this quasi-wealthy lineage, he’s about to become the third generation of success. The catch? Their estate is near Paris, and the Germans will soon advance to this region. To secure his family’s future, he must save France itself. Gallieni: “Good heavens, the enemy has actually exposed their flank to us!” Joffre: “This can’t be true. Could it be a trap?” Protagonist: “The plan is ready. Are you going to take action, or do I have to spoon-feed it to you?” … German Army: “This is supposed to be a tractor factory? What on earth are these steel monsters that seem impervious to bullets?” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1

Death was only the beginning. Reborn as Kokushibo, the strongest of the Upper Moons, a former otaku finds himself trapped in the body of a demon destined for ruin. Armed with foreknowledge of the future and a deep understanding of the world’s secrets, he seeks to rewrite fate, avoid inevitable destruction, and perhaps… surpass even the legend he now inhabits. Yet the deeper he walks Kokushibo’s path, the more blurred the line becomes between who he once was… and what he is becoming.

When I first transmigrated, I thought my most cunning enemy was Varys. I eliminated Varys. After that, I believed my deadliest foe was Illyrio. I eliminated Illyrio. Then I crushed the Dothraki, thinking the path was finally clear. But with the Dothraki gone, the Free Cities became my greatest threat. Ah— Only now do I truly understand: My most dangerous and insidious enemy is neither Robert nor the White Walkers. He stands high above me. He is the one all men worship—the gods themselves!

Some revere him. Some loathe him. Some call him immortal; others insist he’s long dead. To some, he is a pioneer who advanced magic beyond imagination. To others, a madman destined to doom the wizarding world. In a land of fairy tales and wonder, everyone has their own story about him. But all agree on one thing: This is the era of Dawn—past, present, and future alike.

An accident transported Galon into the body of the sole heir of Galbart Glover, lord of Deepwood Motte. It was the eve before Eddard Stark rode south. For the sake of his house, Galon chose to claim Sansa Stark first. Years later, seated upon the Iron Throne and gazing over the Seven Kingdoms, Galon Glover would still remember the night he dueled Joffrey for Sansa.

An average man from Earth with limited knowledge of Star Wars; finds himself reincarnated as Aaron Rysell, and the story starts as he graduates from the Imperial Naval Academy- and enters service as a Lieutenant Commander.

Hérése is a good, mature, and understanding child. But following a trauma during his childhood he became silent and distant, despite psychiatric sessions, nothing improved. He had just moved to town for his return to college, ready to start a new life. For him, who had only known study, school and home, he had just entered a new world, a universe opposite to anything he had ever seen before.

Reborn in Peerless Tang Sect as Huo Yuhao, I defy the plans of the Tang God King and reject the tragic fate set for me. I refuse to join the Tang Sect or go to Shrek Academy. With my knowledge of the original story, I directly align myself with the Sun and Moon Empire. One day, I will storm the God Realm and drag Tang San down from his throne as God King! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

"Ah, Young Master, Cassius?...I'm afraid you'll be dissapointed to hear that he's not available at the moment as he's 'attending' to his adopted mother in her room." Cassius's lovely maid, Isabelle said in a fluster while she heard lewd sounds escape from her Mistress's room. "No, I'm sorry to say that you can't meet Young Master today, since he's 'helping out' his sister-in-law with some 'favours' in her garden." The innocent Isabelle excused herself as she witnessed her lady's flower being picked, instead of the rest of the flowers in the garden. "I hate to say this sir but Young Master, Cassius is currently guiding Miss Knight in the 'ways of the sword', so you can probably only meet him tomorrow." Isabelle once again blocked the guests from entering, knowing that the sword her Young Master was handling could penetrate a body, but could never wound one. "I apologise once again as Young Master is at the Capital right now teaching a class to the female students in the Academy." Isabelle said with her cheeks flushed, already knowing that her master was taking a very 'practical' lesson about human reproduction with the girls in his class. "Oh my! The King wants to meet the Young Master?...Well I guess he'll have to wait since Young Master, Cassius has gone clothes shopping with the Queen." Isabelle lied to the King himself, knowing that her Young Master wasn't shopping for clothes and was actually removing the royal clothes off the Mother of the Country. Excuses...Excuses...The loyal maid, Isabelle had no choice but to make excuses for her Young Master, who was the most talked about and hated noble on the Continent because of his depraved escapades with all sorts of woman ranging from his own Family to Royalty itself and his Tyranical rule over his estate. And to think that not too long ago he was considered a wastrel noble, who was going to drink himself to death one day. ...When did it all begin she wondered as she excitedly walked into his room to get the reward she deserved for being such a loyal made, while someone else made excuses for her this time. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• [No NTR - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - No unnecessary Drama - Incest - Harem - Hardcore Netori - Slice of Life Romance - Demigirls - Elves - Vampires - Beast Girls - Slaves - Royalty - Finally a very competent protagonist] discord.gg/ujeKWchgeb

I'm Peter Parker but not Spider-Man? My best friend Gwen Stacey is Spider-Woman? I turned myself into a mutant lizard and became a paraplegic? I remember my past life? I have a template system with a single template? I have a random technology system? I'm a genius in both in my current life and my past life? Okay, guess it's time to shine. Three chapters updated every week. Read ahead on P.A.T.R.E.O.N patreon.com/Danzoslayer517

Scarlet King has lived and died more times than anyone could ever count. Every death should have been an ending. Instead, the Rebirth Wheel drags him back—into another body, another world, another life. Again. And again. And again. After countless cycles of existence, Scarlet King no longer seeks immortality, glory, love, or salvation. He seeks only one thing: Eternal rest. But as long as the Rebirth Wheel continues to turn, even death cannot grant him freedom. So Scarlet King chooses the only path left to him. He will destroy the Wheel itself. Through cultivation, slaughter, forbidden paths, and worlds governed by laws far beyond ordinary understanding, he will climb across the Eleven Dimensions and tear apart anything standing between him and his final death. He is no hero. He seeks no redemption. And he will not hesitate simply because countless lives stand in his way. If worlds must fall for the Rebirth Wheel to finally break, then worlds will fall. Because after enduring existence for longer than anyone should... Scarlet King believes eternal rest is worth any price. [Warning: This novel contains graphic violence, gore, torture, morally dark themes, and a genuinely evil protagonist.]

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

All his life, Leonard Hofstadter was a doormat. The son of a narcissistic mother, a middle child with no warmth who later became the roommate of the egotistical scientist Sheldon Cooper. While he was dating Priya, he ingested something. A clear pill that let him break his shackles and soar to heights no one could have anticipated. Note: It is a crossover fanfiction between The Big Bang Theory and Limitless. It is more about personal growth than anything else. Note 2: Your support would be much appreciated. Support me on Patreon: patreon.com/SparksNFlames

PvZ meets Solo Farming In The Tower. What to expect: - Mature and logical MC who refuse to be devoured by vengeance - A garden full of war crimes - Character driven story over fast-pace progression - Lovable cast of characters - Lore. Lots of lore regarding the dungeons and the civilizations that had fallen within it for you lorebrarians. - Update daily at 6pm CET -------------- “In a gold rush, the position of shovel vendors is reserved for the privileged.” That was a lesson Phong Tran had to learn the hard way. One year after the dungeon appeared, it had become a modern gold rush. People awakened classes, unlocked skills, and dove into the dungeon for its seemingly endless riches and resources. Phong, a level 1 Farmer with a dead EXP bar, naturally gravitated toward becoming a wandering vendor. While other people fought monsters, gained EXP, and became media heroes, he sold them socks, battery banks, and energy drinks. Phong existed in the space between glory and obscurity, until one day, a privileged bastard took everything from him. He was beaten half to death, and his aunt and uncle were “erased” for being inconvenient to those at the top. As if it had a cruel sense of humor, Phong received his first and only quest while lying in his sickbed: “Plant 10 potatoes.” No rewards. No promise of revenge. Just 10 potatoes sitting there, as if to mock his powerlessness. He took the quest. And now, he must conquer the dungeon with only 10 potatoes to his name.