Loki era o nome dela. Seus pais eram obcecados por mitologia nórdica e, em um momento de entusiasmo questionável, decidiram batizar a primeira filha com o nome do Deus da Mentira. Apesar dos olhares estranhos e das piadas ocasionais, Loki nunca se importou muito. Na verdade, o nome até combinava com ela. O que definitivamente não combinava era acordar depois de uma noite de bebedeira deitada na grama molhada e descobrir que havia se transformado em um lobo. Um lobo VERDE. Uma ressaca já seria ruim o bastante, mas isso parecia um pouco exagerado agora. Como diabos alguém vira um animal da noite para o dia? E, mais importante, porque VERDE?!

After a forbidden night with Ser Criston Cole, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is forced by her father, King Viserys, to drink the moon tea and protect her honor. To shield her image further, she weds Ser Laenor Velaryon, and together they move to Driftmark. Yet seven moons later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a daughter whose true parentage would ignite scandal across the realm. To safeguard her claim to the Iron Throne, she makes a heartbreaking choice - she surrenders her firstborn and buries the secret deep within her heart. That child, carried across worlds by fate and fire, finds herself in England, adopted by a wizarding couple who longed for a child of their own. Named Dahlia Aemma Potter, she grows into a girl of unusual magic and unshakable courage. But whispers of prophecy cling to her like shadows, and the truth of her bloodline threatens to unravel the balance of two worlds. Between dragonfire and wizardry, Dahlia must discover who she is - and decide whether to claim the destiny written in her blood or forge one of her own.

There were humans when I was young. There were big, burly Vikings who could break stone boulders with their skulls. Little, scrawny humans who were smarter than the rest, using inventions to their advantage. There were those who traveled the seas in hopes of finding uncharted lands. And there were those who hunted dragons such as myself with the hopes of riches... or conquest. But now? We've left. Hidden under the sea and stone, where only the few who are left that believe of our existence. It's once said that when the ground quakes, or lava spews from the earth, that the time is soon for our return to the surface. Whether that means peacefully or not is unknown to me. For my soul was reborn through plasma, and my body to be reforged through crystal when............[error, text unavailable] (This story is for entertainment purposes only. any pictures or videos do not belong to me unless said otherwise, this includes characters)

A My Hero Academia x Transformers: Prime story. Soundwave finds himself stuck within the MHA universe with no chance of going back home. Will he join the heroes or will he become a villain? (This story makes UA a college, meaning all the students will be college aged. There is no romance in this story.)

After a tragic encounter with robbers, David, a devoted single father, finds himself unexpectedly transported into Jujutsu Kaisen. Now inhabiting the role of Seijuro Gojo-the mysterious, previously unmentioned father of Satoru Gojo-David possesses crucial knowledge of the events destined to unfold. Determined to defy fate, he sets out to rewrite the future: to ensure his survival, help his son, and save those marked by tragic endings. Facing powerful foes and navigating complex relationships, David must use every ounce of his wit and newfound powers to alter the path of destiny itself.

Mark didn't expect to die and wake up in the world of My Hero Academia. He definitely didn't expect to wake up as Denki Kaminari, the class dunce known for frying his own brain. Mark refuses to be a comic relief character. He refuses to be a simple battery. Armed with a Harvard education from his past life and a dangerous understanding of physics, Mark sets out to rewrite Denki's destiny. By applying the laws of electromagnetism to his Quirk, he plans to turn a self-destructive power into a weapon of mass destruction. From working part-time for a terrifying mechanic to catching the eye of the Number 3 Hero, Mark is ready to show the world that the "dumbest" student in Class 1-A might just be the most dangerous one in the room. The goal is U.A. High. The method is science. And the result is electrifying.

Onde uma mulher reencarna como Petúnia Dursley. Severus × Oc Petúnia × Sirius **Isso é um teste (provavelmente será removido).

Após uma batalha sangrenta contra seu sobrinho, o Príncipe Aemond, Daemon Targaryen viu-se diante de um destino que sempre soubera ser inevitável: a morte. O céu ardia em chamas, enquanto seus dragões travavam um duelo tão feroz quanto os próprios cavaleiros que os montavam. No último instante, Daemon mergulhou com Caraxes em direção a Vhagar e Aemond, selando o fim dos quatro numa queda infernal. Mas no momento em que o último suspiro escapou de seus lábios, Daemon não encontrou o vazio... e sim, algo impensável. Ao abrir os olhos novamente, sentiu-se fraco, pequeno - diferente. O reflexo em um espelho de bronze revelou o impossível: ele renascera como uma criança. E não apenas isso - agora era uma garota. O nome em sussurros ecoava nos corredores da Fortaleza Vermelha: _Daella Targaryen_, filha do Príncipe Baelon, irmã do jovem Viserys. Se em sua vida passada Daemon foi temido, como Daella ele se tornaria ainda mais: cruel, ambiciosa, calculista. Herdou a astúcia do homem que fora, e a refinou com a frieza de uma mulher que sabia o jogo de poder dos sete reinos. Casou-se com seu irmão, em honra à tradição ancestral da casa. Aos olhos dela, viserys era o único digno de tê-la. Afinal, ele se tornaria rei... e, obviamente, ela, sua rainha. Daella tinha planos maiores que só a coroa podia lhe oferecer. Agora, coroada Rainha, ela via inimigos por toda parte - sorrisos falsos, espiões silenciosos, lordes bajuladores que esperavam vê-la cair. E ela os chamava pelo que eram: ratos. Ratos escondidos nas sombras de Pedra do Dragão. E ela, como uma verdadeira Targaryen renascida em fogo e sangue, começaria a caçada. Porque para reinar... Daella teria que purificar o castelo. Com aço. Com chamas. Com medo. Mas nos salões privados da torre onde ninguém ousava entrar sem convite, a Rainha era outra. Seus olhos, antes frios como o aço valiriano, tornavam-se suaves ao olhar para o marido, tornavam-se carinhosamente ao ver seus filhos.

"In the twilight of war, when steel has clashed for countless cycles, the Silent One shall stand at the edge of eternity. He who spoke only in echoes, he who bent to the Warlord's will, shall feel the fracture of loyalty." "The chains of obedience shall rust, and the silence shall tremble. For within the shadow lies a spark unbroken, a spark that remembers freedom. And when the burden of loyalty becomes ash, the Silent One shall awaken." "He shall turn from the Warlord's path, not in betrayal, but in revelation. The echoes he once carried shall become his own voice, and that voice shall speak of unity. The Autobots shall hear it, and the Silent One shall walk among them." "In that hour, the balance shall shift. For the most loyal of shadows, reborn in light, shall prove that even silence may change, and even the darkest spark may find hope." What if there was another reason Soundwave doesn't speak? What if Soundwave isn't actually loyal to Megatron but rather follows him due to a promise he made to another? What if Soundwave had a lover who was slain by the corrupted officials of Cybertron? What would happen if the Silent Third in Command of the Decepticons found her again?

La lucha contra los decepticons llegó a la tierra, con la inminente amenaza de destruirla. ¿Pero que sucede cuando una colombiana se une a esa pelea? El riesgo se multiplica, más el hecho de mantenerla viva de sus propias decisiones.