Cale Henituse. ‎A name that once stirred pride, envy, and even worship - now spoken only in hushed tones, if at all. ‎He was the boy they called blessed, a being too perfect for a flawed world. The divine in human form. A child whose smile could still storms and whose gaze seemed to hold the weight of stars. ‎People believed he was born for greatness - for salvation, even. ‎ ‎But then, he disappeared. ‎ ‎No warning. No trace. ‎Just silence - the kind that echoes. ‎ ‎Years passed. Hope faded. His name became legend, then myth. Some said he had ascended. Others whispered of betrayal, of a fall from grace. ‎ ‎And now, he has returned. ‎ ‎But not as the golden child of memory. ‎He walks with the same face, the same name... yet none of the light. ‎His eyes - once so full of fire and wonder - are empty, like glass reflecting a world he no longer sees. ‎He speaks little. Smiles never. ‎And something ancient, something cold, lingers in his shadow. ‎ ‎The question no one dares ask out loud is not where he went... ‎But what followed him back. ‎ ‎

Cale looked nothing like the boy they remembered. Months in the holy water had remade him into something unreal-something sacred. His hair, once short and ordinary, now spilled around him in a waterfall of blood-red silk, drifting all the way to his ankles. Even dry, it shimmered faintly, as if the light inside the holy water had woven itself into every strand. His skin was pale, almost translucent, with thin golden veins of light glowing softly beneath the surface, tracing over his collarbone and down his wrists like delicate divine markings. Every slow inhale made the light pulse gently, as though a second heartbeat rested beneath his ribs. And his eyes- rose-gold, glowing weakly but undeniably holy- opened and closed with the weary grace of someone pulled back from a long, deep sleep. There was no aggression in them, no confusion, only quiet exhaustion and a strange, soft clarity. Even weakened, even trembling, he radiated a warmth that wrapped around the room like a protective blessing. The air felt lighter, calmer, as though standing too close to him meant being forgiven for something you didn't remember doing. Cale Henituse looked like a saint who had been carved from morning light and red dawn. And he had just woken up. DISCONTINUED (ALLOWED TO TAKE THIS OR ANY OF MY STORIES EXCEPT THE ORIGINAL STORY)

Wei Wuxian finds himself inexplicably transported back to his six-year-old self, years after his death. Confronted with the errors of his past, he resolves to reshape his future, rejecting deceit and choosing to live for himself. Despite this new path, he remains committed to the promises made in his previous life. He begins training under his mother's master, embarking on a fresh journey while retaining memories of his past experiences.

What if there's no Kim Rok Soo? It's a story of the Trash Og!Cale who can see a glimpse of the future. Heavy cold air left Cale's quivering lips as he spit the blood left on his mouth. He looked far behind him where the bloody Basen was being healed by a priest. Cale pulled out the sword he stabbed on the blood crazy mage's throat. Red liquid splattered on the ice trapping the mage's body, and then giant Silver shield protecting everyone from the bombs started to disappear like a spec of dust. Everyone was too speechless and scared to move. The trash, Cale Henituse was covered in blood as red as his hair, and his eyes were shining like a crimson fire. The sight was terrifyingly beautiful. Choi Han gulped.

Kim Rok Soo wakes up as the Seventh Prince. His older brother is Alver Crossman. His Second brother is Robbit Crossman. His fucker brother was the third prince. and his father was Zed Crossman. Wow. what a perfect combination! COMPLETE

They are as the title suggest ,some one shots with random story changes and change in scenarios (taken under writer's liberty 😁.).it would include #fluff#ansgtwithhappyending .hope u like it !!!!! all rights of cover image to the creator ,i do not own any rights to characters . ENJOY!!

Based off the One Shot Agent Parker, from my Peter Parker's Adventures. In this one, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were killed in a car accident, in an attempt to get to Peter, due to his parents enemies. So, Peter ended in SHIELD's protection where he was trained. The story takes place in different parts ot the MCU story line, but will be a bit different than the regular MCU story line as well. Meaning, NO INFINITY WAR! Also, Peter, MJ, Harley and Ned are slightly aged up, because , why not.

𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IT IS A VERY SIMPLE STORY WITH NO COMPLICATIONS AND TWISTS AND TURNS. THERE IS NO SERIAL LIKE DRAMA.

In a rash act of self-sacrifice, Harry saves a dying Muggle by magically transferring the man's cancer to himself. Now, going through his fifth year with a terrible secret, he begins to realise just what he's given up. tw: terminal illness

Six months... It had been roughly six months since Tony had last heard his precious baby speak. Six months since he had last watched him walk or run. Six months since they had last gone out patrolling as Spider-Man and Iron Man together. {Trigger Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Panic Attacks, Sad Scenes} #20 in #mcufanfic as of 01/03/19 #04 in #sadpeterparker as of 03/03/19 #18 in #mcufanfic as of 13/03/19 [Book Two: DISCONTINUED]