After Madoka's ultimate wish reshaped reality, witches were erased from past, present, and future. As a goddess omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent she came to know everything that ever was or ever will be. Nothing could surprise her anymore... except for him. Y/N, the anomaly. The one existence beyond her sight, the only being who could still bring her the unexpected. Whenever he appeared, he brought color into her endless work, only to vanish and leave her once more in the stillness of divinity. But then, Madoka discovered something strange a world her power could not touch. A "record" that refused to be rewritten, a story without an ending, still brimming with witches that should no longer exist. Each attempt to overwrite it failed, as though it rejected her godhood. It was a true anomaly. When Y/N next appeared, she revealed this mysterious world to him. With his usual reckless charm, he laughed, "Hey! I'm the only anomaly here," before diving headfirst into the unknown only to find himself cast into the Magia Record world, where fate and anomaly would intertwine.

In a world where Magical Girls fight unseen battles against despair, one boy walks among them-no wish, no magic, no Soul Gem to break. (Y/N) isn't part of their contract, yet somehow, he's always there-at the heart of their suffering, where hope flickers and fate bleeds. He has no power. No reason to survive. And yet, when everything falls apart, he remains-quiet, steady, unshaken. A presence that shouldn't matter, yet somehow does. Homura Akemi watches him with calculating eyes, trapped in her endless struggle to save the one person who means everything to her. She doesn't understand how he keeps standing. Why he always finds his way back to the storm. But she can't look away-not when he might be the key to ending her curse. Madoka Kaname sees a boy weighed down by something she can't name. There's no light in his hands, but in his silence, she finds strength. There's something powerful in him-something human, and heartbreakingly real. He isn't a hero. He isn't a savior. He's just someone who refuses to let others break alone. And in this endless cycle of pain and sacrifice... even sorrow has someone willing to carry it.

Desmond is a hunter in the first ring. He is an amnesiac with no memory of what happened beyond his past two years. He has become the center of a civil war and now has to balance being a soldier and trying anything to get his memories back. Scarlett's story, however, takes place three years prior. She was severely injured by the attack on the capital. She was the grandmaster of all mages in the nine rings, but her wounds left her with little mana output and left her with one choice: start from scratch. What will become of these two?

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Ragnarok "Ragnar" Vicious Haddock was many things, most of which the people of Berk admired. He was fierce, strong, and a natural born leader much like his father - Stoick the Vast. Yet, he also contained the heart and empathy of his mother - Valka. He was what many upcoming Vikings of Berk sought to be like, unlike his younger brother, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, who was more like his mother than his father. During a particular night, when a particularly large group of Dragons decided to invade, Hiccup being the very rebellious kid he was decided to disobey orders and "shot down a Nightfury" as he puts it. When he found down the Dragon he shot down, he was shocked to see his Brother and another Dragon who was trying to assist the down dragon he shot down. This would change everything. Pairing : Male! OC x {{None}}

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This is a book that are EXCLUSIVELY Prologues for stories I may, or may NOT, work on behind the scenes. I don't want to leave a book unfinished, but I don't want to just have nothing being updated without some content. So here you guys can see some prologues I have written, and you guys can give me your thoughts on it!

The Honmoon has always existed, created by the Angels of the Upper Realm to guard humanity from the demons, but it was only a few centuries ago when three humans decided to use its power to combat the threat of Gwi Ma and his demons. Centuries later, Y/n L/n, the son of the head angel Seraphina is assigned to help three Demon Hunters named Rumi, Mira, and Zoey finally defeat Gwi Ma by turning the Honmoon golden. But little does Y/n, this journey will change him... for better... and for worse... (Pictures and videos in this story don't belong to me, I ain't been able to draw in years and I can't sing worth a damn)

Thunder crashed over the sky as the Minotaur roared at the boy laying on the ground in a heap. His breaths came out in ragged breaths. Even with the rain pouring down - aunconsciously adding onto his raw strength - Percy Jackson was struggling. However, from the woods, a figure ran towards them, his katana unsheathing and faintly glowing a faint red. "Sun Breathing. First Form : Dance." The Monster turned with a roar at the intruder to this duel as he raised his arms to defend against the attacker. However, the katana the boy was raising swung downward, slashing off the arm to the beast and making it stumble back. It's cut hand hissed, the ichor bubbling at the intense heat. Percy watched in awe and pain at the mysterious swordsman who appeared out of the blue. The figure then leaped over the Minotaur, his blade still drawn. "Sun Breathing. Fifth Form : Fire Wheel." The figure muttered softly under his breath, his blindfolded eyes not once leaving the target. Twirling over the Monsters head, his katana burned bright as he spun and delivered a vertical slash to the back. The Minotaur roared in agony as he collapsed onto the muddy ground, trying to regenerate but to no avail. The swordsman landed right in front of Percy, the soaked ground not even bothering him. The younger boy turned his head to regard him, gasping in pain as he tried to speak through his ragged breaths. "W-Who...?" Percy never even had the chance to ask as the figure dashed forward at the downed opponent. "Sun Breathing. Eighth Form : Solar Heat Haze." The Minotaur churned its head to the attacker, only to see a flaming sword seemingly from the Gods themselves being brought down upon him. The steam rising off the hot blade blinded the beast before... Slash! Squelch. The Minotaur's body slacked before the head of the beast rolled off of his shoulders and fell onto the ground. Almost immediately, the body - minus the horns of the beast - began to disappear into golden dust.

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