He was a warrior. He was a practitioner of the dark side. He... was Sith. But it did not matter, as he fell in battle against a foe that the Sith Empire were completely unprepared for. They fought hard, but their forces were outgunned and outmatched. Even with the dark side flowing through him, he could not stop their onslaught. Forced into bacta-induced state of hibernation in order to heal, he had no choice but to wait until he was released. Now, thousands of years later, he has finally awakened, but not within the galaxy he once remembered. The glorious Sith Empire was no more, the Sith have long been defeated, the Jedi thrive, and now he discovers a new war runs rampant throughout the galaxy. The Clone Wars. Still, he will endure, and he will carve his own path within this new galaxy. The ancient Sith are gone... his comrades were gone... his father was gone... but he still lives. He is Darth Ragnarr. Lord of the Sith... and son of Darth Marr of the Dark Council.

In the aftermath of the Clone Wars and the deaths of Count Dooku and the Separatist Leaders, a shutdown signal was sent to all Battle Droids units throughout the Galaxy, effectively putting an end to the Clone Wars. In addition, the Galactic Republic was reorganised into the First Galactic Empire, and Chancellor Palpatine, who is actually the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, establishes himself as Emperor, putting an end to democracy and creating a new era of fear, corruption and tyranny that would last over a decade. Unknown to Palpatine, one large squadron of Battle Droids was able to resist the shutdown signal. In the possibility that Palpatine would betray him, Count Dooku instructed his secret apprentice, Jack Trevelyan, to oversee a contingency plan, to reconstruct the Droid Army and a secret project: Project Rebirth. Hidden in a secret facility on the remote planet, Virmire, located in the Unknown Regions. Jack had his Tactical Droid, Kraken, oversee the reproduction of the Droid Army and Project Rebirth and enters cryo-stasis to preserve his youth, reawakening once the time comes. In time, the Confederacy of Independent Systems will return to resume its original purpose: free the Galaxy from the corruption of the Republic, now the Empire. Note: I don't own Star Wars or any of its characters, all rights are reserved for its creators.

Esta es la historia de un joven de nuestro mundo que tuvo la suerte de ser de las pocas personas seleccionadas para renacer en un mundo diferente. El dios que lo reencarno lo hizo renacer en Asoiaf en Planetos y le consedio tres deseos, el joven al saber que seria un mundo medieval deseo la mente estrategica de Alejandro Magno, la astucia politica de Gayo Julio Cesar y la valentia y fuerza de Aquiles., El dios consedio sus deseos y como premio extra le dio como regalo tres Legiones Romanas para que comenzara su nueva vida. Asi nacio, Alejandro Magno, el nombre que el escogio y que lo convertiria en la persona mas poderosa del Continente de Essos.

As Westeros descends into chaos-thrones contested, kings rising, and dragons awakening-A realm once ruled by dragons now shudders beneath the weight of rebellion, betrayal, and war. The lion sits on the Iron Throne with a bastard boy in a golden crown. Ned Stark's blood will soon darken the stones of King's Landing, the wolves of the North howl for vengeance, and the Baratheon brothers muster storms of steel and ambition. Far across the Narrow Sea, a silver-haired queen wakes fire from ash. Kingdoms fracture. Gods whisper. Shadows stir. And then they come. From the west, through mists no map dares mark, a fleet unlike any seen in living memory sails out of the fog. Three mighty rulers, crowned by faith and fire, lead a host of thousands. Crusaders, not for conquest, but for revelation. Templars and Teutons, Hospitallers and Knights of Malta, Orders from Spain and Jerusalem-each bearing steel, relics, and prophecy. Siege engines creak on decks, sacred banners snap in sea wind, and the prayers of half of Christendom echo beneath foreign stars. Their purpose is holy. Their presence, unknown. And their arrival will shatter the world. For Westeros is not ready for the fury of faith. Nor do the kings of men know what they've stirred-beneath the Weirwoods, within the crypts, across the sea, and in the sky. The Tenth Crusade has come to the ends of the earth... and the gods are watching. (All rights belong to George R. R. Martin, and all art and images belong to their respective artist)

In a Galaxy far away, it has been years since the Human-Covenant War ended. Many lives were lost and many worlds were burned or destroyed by the fallen Covenant empire. Thanks to the Forerunner's technology and unlimited resources the UNSC now known as the Terran Republic was able to restore their fallen colonies and end human insurrections in the outer colonies. The Terrans also made a strong alliance with a new faction called The Sword of Sanghelios which is led by the Arbiter known as Thel 'Vadam. With this strong alliance, both factions became powerful allies and business partners. Together, they expanded their colonies further into deep space and beyond. But with their expansion, they discovered a new Galaxy and colonies of a new planet called Fury. A year after the planet was colonized they found out that they weren't the only living species in this new Galaxy. *A/N: I do not own Star Wars or Halo. I only own my ideas.*

Año 2553. Tras veintidós años y cinco meses a la deriva, el UNSC Spirit of Fire continúa vagando en silencio por la inmensidad del espacio profundo, arrastrado por un destino incierto... hasta que algo rompe la quietud. Una flota desconocida emerge repentinamente dentro del sistema que cruzan. Sus tripulantes, desgastados y marcados por la guerra, afirman pertenecer a una civilización humana jamás registrada por la UNSC: las Colonias Unidas de Kobol. Según cuentan, hace poco menos de doscientos días sus mundos fueron reducidos a cenizas por un enemigo implacable: las máquinas conocidas como Cylon, que persiguen sin descanso a los supervivientes de la especie humana. Mientras ambas fuerzas intentan comprenderse mutuamente, una tercera señal altera el precario equilibrio. Una transmisión débil, pero inconfundible, surge desde los restos de una fragata familiar: la UNSC Forward Unto Dawn. Su presencia no solo confirma que no están completamente solos; podría ser, también, la clave para regresar a casa. Obligados por la necesidad, la Flota Colonial y los restos de la UNSC descubren que comparten un mismo destino: llegar a la Tierra. Para conseguirlo deberán cooperar, confiar y abrirse paso juntos a través de regiones desconocidas del cosmos... mientras las sombras de los Cylon se ciernen sobre ellos, decididos a aniquilar todo rastro de humanidad. Así comienza una odisea sin precedentes, un viaje de fuego y esperanza hacia un hogar que podría salvarlos... o revelar verdades que ninguno está preparado para enfrentar.

Kratos, el antiguo dios de la guerra, sobrevivió al Ragnarok y ahora anhela una vida sencilla, pacífica y solitaria. Desafortunadamente, el destino nunca le ha sido propicio, y se encuentra repentinamente enviado a un reino completamente nuevo, lejos de todo lo que conocía. ¿Cómo sobrevivirá Kratos en este mundo donde los dioses son más un mito que una realidad, y la gente quiere que él los guíe? fanfic de Mando-Vet de Fanfiction

Caspian Darkwood, teniente estacionado en el Medio Oriente, es transportado al mundo de hielo y fuego sin razón aparente, abandonado en un desierto cerca del mar Dothraki, sin saber cómo llegó allí ni cuál es su propósito, deberá superar tribulaciones y pruebas para sobrevivir en un mundo plagado de traición, muerte, hambre, guerras y seres sobrenaturales. Su única arma será su escaso conocimiento del mundo y el menú creativo de Minecraft. ---------------- --------- Para quienes se adentren en mi historia, el protagonista no será invencible, ya que no lo concibo así. Sin embargo, contará con herramientas y métodos que le facilitarán la vida, basados ​​principalmente en el menú creativo de Minecraft y su conocimiento general del mundo. Podrá ser herido o asesinado, puesto que no es inmortal, y su acceso al menú de Minecraft, aunque está en modo creativo, no le da las habilidades que eso conlleva, es decir, nada de estructuras en el aire, ni teletransportación, tampoco inmunidad al daño. Y solo vuelo. Si decides leerlo, agradecería tus comentarios para que esta historia llegue a más personas y, al mismo tiempo, me motiven a seguir escribiendo.

Descubre la historia del imperio Valmyria, la casa Dragnör en los acontecimientos de la Danza de los Dragones. Cancion de Hielo y Fuego, como todos sus derechos son del bueno de Martin, Warner y ahora Netflix(quien lo diría). Solo me pertenecen mis personajes oc, tramas y apoyo audiovisual. ahora sin mas disfruten