Jim viaja solo a las tierras oscuros para recuperar al hermanito de Clara, después de un tiempo lo encuentra y ambos se dirigen al Puente Muertenfrente, Enrique logró cruzar a salvo pero desafortunadamente Jim es capturado por los Gumm Gumms y es llevado ante Gunmar Gunmar desea convertir a Jim en su propio campeón y para eso hace pasar a Jim por una serie de pruebas contra Gumm Gumms y criaturas de las tierras oscuras con el propósito de romper la voluntad del Cazatroles Al ver que Jim no se daba por vencido, Gunmar decide hacerlo por su cuenta, pasó mucho...mucho tiempo y al final el cuerpo de Jim sucumbió, Gunmar al ver esto utiliza su espada maldita para controlar a Jim y lo consigue La magia de Gunmar combinada con el amuleto de Merlín crearon una nueva armadura y un nuevo juramento: Jim: Por la gloria de Gunmar la noche eterna está bajo mi mando! James "Jim" Lake Jr, el Cazatroles Oscuro, el campeón de Gunmar --------------------------------------------------- Esta historia es original, no la copie ni robe, es mía, no se aceptan copias ni adaptaciones Trollhunters, 3 Below y Wizards son propiedad de Guillermo del Toro, este es un Fanfiction con el único fin de divertir y entretener a mis lectores Espero que les guste

Miraya is a witch having lived for centuries. One would think she is an immortal, powerful being similarly to that of Merlin due to that fact, except she isn't immortal at all. She is cursed, doomed to be born, age, and die repeatedly, each time retaining her memories of her previous lives with seemingly no way of entering the afterlife. That is until she meets Hisirdoux Casperan, a nine hundred year old wizard who is apprentice to Merlin The Great. Having agreed to help her, Merlin and Douxie have set out to help Miraya remove this ancient curse. Will they succeed in breaking this curse, or will Miraya's mortal fragility cause her to die once more before she can be saved? Began: June 22nd 2021 Ended: -------- (I do plan on ending this story, mental health has been slowing uploads down) DISCLAIMER: All rights and characters of the Tales Of Arcadia series do not belong to me, but to Guillermo del Toro, DreamWorks Animation, and Double Dare You. The only characters I own are Miraya, Zenneth, Alarama, and Uleck

Born only a fee years after her brother, Y/N Burgess is tossed into a weird adventure after her father did some voodoo hoodoo stuff in their cellar. A fight with her brother and a weird sickness. Y/N is kept safe and healthy by the one and only...one of the Endless, Morpheus, or simply referred as Dream to her. ---------------------------- I dunno why I decided to write this fanfic. I just started watching the Sandman series on Netflix, and my brain literally made the best Y/N to fit it >:D I do not own any of the Sandman characters, Netflix owns the series 'Sandman'. #3 in Sandman (August of 2022) #5 in Netflixseries (8/13/2022) #2 in Sandman (8/14/2022) #5 in Endless (8/14/2022) #3 in TheSandman (8/15/2022) #1 in ReaderInsert (8/17/2022) #1 in Endless (8/22/2022) #1 in SandmanxReader (8/27/2022) #62 in Life (9/7/2022)

The moody (Y/n) didn't expect to be dragged into the trollish adventures of Arcadia but she had always wished for more than the semi-regular life of a seventeen year old teenager. As memories of the past and possibilities of the future meet to create a unique path that only she can travel, the girl discovers more than she ever thought possible. ((Tales of Arcadia belongs to Guillermo Del Torro, cover designed by myself))

Several weeks had passed since Hisirdoux Casperan returned from the dead to protect Nari at all costs. He; his wizard familiar, Archie; and Nari had to flee Arcadia and leave it to the protection of the Trollhunters and Akaridian Prince. So far, all's been quiet in their little apartment in New York City. During the day, Douxie scrambles with jobs to pay the rent, and at night, he's mercilessly attacked by nightmare after nightmare. The horrors of the past haunt him, and the death of Merlin has scarred him well beyond repair. The order WILL strike. The only question is: When? And will he be able to stop them again? Ranked 1st in #hisirdouxcasperan as of November 3rd, 2020 Ranked 1st in #talesofarcadia as of February 28th, 2021

Y/n Strauss is a polite, educated, quiet young girl. One day, a handsome boy moves in nextdoor. And suddenly, she's head over heels for Klaus Baudelaire. Little does she know that he feels the same way. I'm really bad at writing descriptions. I'm sorry.

Harleen Merlyn is the youngest daughter of Malcolm Merlyn and grew up in Starling City her whole life. Despite being Tommy's younger sister she spent most of her days with the trio; Oliver, Tommy, and Laurel. Although, she was closer with the two boys than she was the Lance - she spent her nights getting into trouble with Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn only to turn around and get them right out of trouble. Of course, what couldn't the Merlyn Princess get away with? Everything changes after Oliver Queen was presumed dead only to mysteriously return to Starling City five years later with the story of spending five years ship wrecked on the island of Lian Yu. When he returns home, he is reunited with his mother, Moira Queen, his sister, Thea Queen, his best friend, Tommy Merlyn, and the girl he could never quite catch - Harleen Merlyn. Harleen had spent the last five years cleaning up her act - she took up fencing lessons with her father as well as joining the SCPD as a Lieutenant. But, with Oliver coming home and a sudden mask vigilante running around the streets in a Green Hood her life is going to be far from normal.

BOOK ONE of the percy jackson x reader "Flower Girl" series! - CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITS - She was falling. Down into the fiery pits of Hell. Her eyes were closed, her hopes deserted. But what she never expected was to rise again, far more powerful than what they called a simple "flower girl". Her eyes opened once more. - THESE BOOKS ARE NOT BASED OFF THE PERCY JACKSON TV SERIES CASTING. CHARACTERS ARE AGED ACCORDINGLY FOR THEMES AND ACTIONS. - p.s.: it's a slow burn ;) - lowercase intended for author's notes. - contains harsh language. - HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1: percyjacksonxreader #1: percyxreader #1: lightningthief #1: seaofmonsters #1: groverunderwood #1: persephone #1: hades #1: zeus #1: demigod #1: satyr #1: ynstories #2: campjupiter #2: hermes #2: ares #3: percyjacksonandtheolympians #3: centaur #3: athena #4: riordanverse #5: aphrodite #16 / 1000+: poseidon #22 / 1000+: olympus #62 / 1000+: pjo

Assorodus meaning "silvery water". The Endless were not the first entities to come into existence at the dawn of the cosmos, of everything known. Yes, Father Time and Mother Night were there, but also someone else. Known to the Greeks as Talos, to others the Writer, or even the First Writer, giver of purpose to everything that breathed and sometimes to things that did not. For the sake of many, it would be easier to call this being simply Purpose, with whom Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, came into close connection at the beginning of his reign, for men tend to ponder their purpose in their dreams. In front of each other, they can allow themselves to be open, and most of their secrets shared. Soon the two of the most potent creations started to depend on each other's friendship and eventually, Morpheus caught feelings he shouldn't have. This is his story through Talos' eyes. '"Dear Prince of Dreams, you shouldn't worry about such matters, not for a long while at least. This universe will proceed to exist for eons to come, I'm sure of it. However, everything will cease to exist one day, as this is how things go, as nothing is forever. Except for maybe you. Dreams don't die so easily." 'He pressed his forehead against mine, sideways so his nose brushed my cheek. I could feel his breathing on my lips, his wild hair falling over my brow, tremors shaking his bones, signalling his desire to get as close as he could, but he held back. I told him to do so. "You wrote it so?" He breathed into my mouth. "I did."'

The Sandman. Never. Stops. He won't ever stop. Haunting my dreams, my reality, and most importantly, me. He turns into what was once peaceful and welcoming slumber into my own personal Hell, making me unsafe and vulnerable and sickeningly weak in my own mind. I've been called crazy. I've been called a freak. Death is ruining my life. The anger, the fury that pulls at my skin and runs coldly through my blood will propel me to kill what cannot be killed. Even if it costs me my sanity. Happiness doesn't last.