In a world where females are 80% of the population and all of them got powers called quirks while mens are all quirkless and are just 20%. Izuku Yagi learn that people are not born equals but even like that he want to be the first male hero with his friend Katsuki Bakugo, but what If one had power how the country would react ? What If the biggest threat is not what you may think ?

This my first fanfic and description sorry if terrible: After Quirks first appeared changing the world were superheroes and supervillains exist, people noticed that only females had quirks and males did not leading to males dying out. And after a century males only making up about 5% of the remaining population with our MC Izuku Yagi being one of them and having a dream of being the first ever male hero to spite the people who did not believe in him, the bullies that hurt him and his old family who neglected and abused him. While also taking care of his adoptive daughters.(I will update description when more of story comes out) I do not own anything including the images unless otherwise stated

Veldanava lived a regretful life. He made many mistakes, and their consequences were dire. Thankfully, the universe itself seems to pity him as he got a chance to reincarnate back into the Cardinal World as a slime. Warning: -A few characters are OOC. -There has been a change for some characters' backstories, some events and some aspects of canon TenSura. -This fanfiction will use information from TenSura's anime, manga, spin-offs, movie, web novel and light novels(LN1-LN22). -This is a harem story with Rimuru and seven characters. You have been warned.

When Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, he is livid. He didn't bloody want to join a deadly tournament, but it seems like no one believes him, so he swears a wizarding oath. Now everyone believes him, but he still isn't excused from the tournament. Almost on the point of wanting to give up on his magic, Death interferes because Death's chosen child can't lose his magic. **** ''This is why you are going to be perfect.'' Death almost croons, making Harry blush. ''If you're going with me to train, you will be back in no time. Time travels differently in my realm.'' Harry nods. He suspected something like that. ''Then I will go with you to train. It is only fair. The others are older and have more experience.'' ''Harry, no!'' Dumbledore exclaims, but Harry knows it is too late. Death is already grasping his arm, and then everything turns dark around him. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to MBlack93 on AO3 link to story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34047913/chapters/84691633

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."

Harry Potter was killed in the forest by Lord Voldemort along with the horcrux. There the boy greeted death with open arms, ready to reunite with his parents. But what happens when he discovers he is the Master of Death? What happens when betrayals are revealed by the ones he held close. Being the Master of Death, Harry is given a chance to live his life his own way. Harry ends up returning back to the moment he possessed a hallow, after his father's death, along with a couple of boons. How will Harry live his life this time around? How will he act with all the knowledge he possessed? How will he face those he once loved so dearly? *I do not own Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction using its characters*

In a world where magic was hunted to extinction, Harry Potter was the last wizard alive - captured after 150 years of running, fighting, and hiding. But death was not the end for him. Instead, he is reborn into a different timeline, back in a world where magic still thrives and Hogwarts still stands. Carrying the scars and knowledge of his long, painful life, this Harry is wiser, stronger, and determined to change history. He hides his true power and identity behind a calm mask, watching, planning, and slowly shaping events to prevent the tragedies he remembers - and to save magic itself from ever falling again.

Percy's sudden disappearance was a surprise. His sudden reappearance was even weirder. After four years gone, he mysteriously shows up at camp with this strange feel to him that's different than ever. And what's this strange connection he seems to have to the goddess Artemis? Book two of the Five Seasons Quintet. Can be read alone.

Don't read please. Thank you. Chaos and war had befallen the Wizarding World and there was little to no hope of saving it when Harry found himself back as a meek 11-year-old boy once again and he vows to change things. In an unexpected turn of events, he finds out about the lies he had lived and that those he once trusted, betrayed him. He is no longer the Gryffindor Golden Boy. There is only Power and those to weak to seek it. This is a Dark!Harry fanfic. Can be read as a crack!fic or fanfic. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not earning any money. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling. I only own any OC . Formerly known as Dark Not Evil Credit to @nyxques for the inspiration of the Cover NO PAIRINGS Best Ranks #1 -harry #1 -darkharry #1 - voldemort #1 - darkharry #1 -tomriddle #1 -tommarvoloriddle #1 -knockturnalley #1 -dumbledorebashing #1 -hermionebashing #12 -harrypotter #1 -slytherin #1 -manipulativedumbledore

Voldemort didn't just give Harry some of his powers that night. He gave him all his memories. With them, his allies,and his friends Harry shall change the Wizarding World like no one ever before. This book does not belong to me it belongs to Blueowl on FanFiction.net. If asked by Blueowl I will take this story down. If that happens and you are reading this story you can find it again on FanFiction.net.