A troubled delinquent, (Y/N), and her tech-savvy, fraternal twin Matt, are sent to Camp Cretaceous, a state-of-the-art adventure camp. A place she's not too enthusiastic about, especially when one of the campers, Ben Pincus, gets on her nerves. But when dinosaurs escape their captivities, she must band together with the six other camps to escape alive. All credit goes to the original creators. I do not own Camp Cretaceous or any of the characters besides Y/N and Matt.

So first things first, I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous or anything to do with anything related to it. To support Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous in its entirety and to support DreamWorks animations and Netflix, please watch Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous were available. So, bear with me here. This story is about Owen Grady's nephew. He recently survived a plane crash on Isla Sorna in the year 2009. While there, an accident occurred. Due to this, he became a loaner. And in the care of his uncle. But his uncle wanted him to come out of his shell. When he heard of this new attraction and decided to help him out. Will this help, or will the shell thicken. Let's have fate decide.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, or so they thought so. With the stakes high, they find out the truth about the people, whom they thought were their friends, betraying them. They find their true parents and make new friends. Will they stay light, or will they embrace the dark?

Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

Eliza Potter was abandoned in an orphanage by the Dursley's and so 11 years later she refuses to be the Light Golden girl everyone wants. Eliza Potter is more a force of nature than a girl and she refuses to let anything stand in her way to greatness, and that includes meddling old headmasters

In the world of the Walls, everything follows a cycle. The Titans eat. The humans die. The Paths connect them all. But I am a variable that doesn't belong in the equation. After a fatal encounter with a truck, I woke up in Shiganshina with a broken body and a glowing interface only I can see. I have one year before the fall of Wall Maria. My XP gain is abysmal, my strength is non-existent, and my existence is a glitch in the Founding Titan's vision. I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to rewrite the physics of this world. [XP Multiplier: 1.0x] [Probability of Survival: 0.04%] [Let's change those numbers.]

"Didn't you like me?" he asked. "I didn't." He frowned. "Then... do you hate me?" "I don't." "...Then what do you think of me?" "An annoying moron." "I'm already sleep-deprived," I said flatly. "Why should I think about something else?" -- The game said she would die if she attended the academy. 
It also said she would die if she didn't. Either way, her death was guaranteed. So when I opened my eyes in the body of Melissa Valkyrie, a doomed noble lady fated to die in every route, I did what any sensible person would do: Nothing. No schemes.
No revenge.
No desperate attempts to "fix" the story.
No scrambling to survive a game that had already decided my ending. If death flags wanted me, they could wait until after my nap. -- Suddenly, the male lead walked over and placed my notes on the desk. "How did you solve these problems and still get a D in Mathematics?" I didn't look up. "Why answer all of them," I said "when the professor said the passing score is only thirty?" "Anything more is a violation of mental health." -- But unfortunately, the world mistook my laziness for confidence. 
And now everyone thinks I'm dangerous. Because apparently, doing nothing was the most dangerous move of all.

When Lirae dies a hilariously mundane death in her apartment, she never expects a cosmic being to offer her a second chance-but she doesn't waste it. Armed with encyclopedic knowledge of Avatar: The Last Airbender, Reddit waterbending hacks, and a sarcastic wit sharp enough to cut stone, she demands to be reborn in the Avatar world... as a waterbender. Now a child again but impossibly OP, Lirae awakens in an abandoned Air Temple, surrounded by rivers, wildlife, and secrets waiting to be uncovered. As she grows, she masters waterbending like no one else, carving her own legend-but fate has more in store. When the Fire Nation prince Zuko, no longer the enemy he once was, crosses her path, sparks fly. Opposites clash, hearts ignite, and a love story begins amidst bending battles, adventure, and her relentless charm.

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

Reborn 3 months prior to the Apocalypse, Caroline Sinclair is determined to survive this time.