Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

After losing everyone in the war, Jasmine Potter travels back 20 years in time to save everyone dear to her. To end voldemort before he kills everyone.

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

She was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen. She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ruthless and, to launch the arrow true to its aim. She was bred to restore the Gaunt family name. What happens when the long lost queen meets the Slytherin prince? (Fem!OC x Draco Malfoy)

Krypton didn't just fall-it vanished into the void, taking Kara Zor-El's entire world with it. But instead of landing on Earth under a gentle sky, her escape pod shattered through a cosmic tear, crashing into the dark, storm-lashed seas of Dragonstone during the reign of King Viserys I. Found bleeding in the surf by Prince Daemon Targaryen, the silver-haired girl with starry eyes and a strange white hound was given a new name, a false lineage, and a dangerous secret. Claimed as the Rogue Prince's bastard daughter, "Kara Targaryen" spent a decade drowning her survivor's guilt in Arbor red, sparring with dragonlords, and suppressing god-like powers in a medieval world that couldn't comprehend what she was. Now, as King Viserys breathes his last and the Dance of the Dragons threatens to turn the Seven Kingdoms to ashes, the jaded bastard of Dragonstone faces a choice. She can watch her adoptive family tear itself apart-or she can step out of the shadows, unleash the sun's fire, and force a bloody realm to heal.

What if Harry Potter had been born a girl? What if she were different than her male counterpart? Carina Potter, orphaned and raised by neglectful relatives, discovers on her eleventh birthday that she is a witch. As she enters Hogwarts, her world changes dramatically, bringing new friendships, courage, and a deeper understanding of her identity and legacy. Through spells and challenges, she learns to navigate magic and her emotions, ultimately taking control of her destiny and showing that light can emerge from darkness.

An idyllic evening at the House of Wind comes to an abrupt end when Rhysand's legendary, impenetrable wards shatter like glass. From a volatile blue portal, a woman crashes straight onto the spotless floor-battered, reeking of burnt ozone, fresh blood, and pure fury. Instead of begging for asylum, however, the mysterious stranger decides to demolish the most powerful warriors in the history of Prythian. She shatters armor with her bare hands, outsmarts the Inner Circle, and throws the High Lord of the Night Court out a window with equal precision. Who is this deadly efficient, ashen-haired girl who moves with the precision of a veteran, couldn't care less about court etiquette, and can drive the most dangerous assassins to the brink of a nervous breakdown with a single sharp comeback? Everyone in Velaris is asking themselves one question: how does she know absolutely everything about them, and why does her sudden appearance turn their entire status quo upside down? Add to that a House of Wind jealous of its new tenant and a certain dark spy who suddenly begins to lose his icy indifference, and things get... deadly interesting. Will the Inner Circle survive an encounter with someone who doesn't look at them as authorities, but as spoiled amateurs? And what will happen when this lethally dangerous stranger collides with the darkness of someone who has no intention of keeping his distance? Get ready for an explosive mix of sarcasm, painful encounters with gravity, a slow-burn romance, and a relationship that will set every page on fire. This story is a non-profit fanfiction work, written purely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI

All my life I've been invisible. Stuck in the shadow of my golden boy brother and his friends. Unimportant. Over looked. Forgotten. But they see me now. Everyone does. The Dark Lord has returned once again and while Harry and his friends plot to defeat Voldemort and his followers, I find myself joining their ranks. It started with a deal between me and the boy my brother considers an enemy, but soon turned into more. Swept up into Draco's world of dark magic I begin to grow attached to the dark side, and him. After years of living in Harry's shadow, I've finally gotten a taste of what the world is like outside of it and I refuse to go back to being the good, silent sister. I'm done being just the other potter. Best rankings - #1 in Blood Bonds #1 in Dark Magic #1 in Enemies to Lovers #1 in Fake Boyfriend #1 in Bad Ass Fmc #1 in Harry Potter Fic #1 in Malfoy Family #1 in Fake Girlfriend #1 in Death Eaters #1 Battle of Hogwarts #2 in Fake Dating #2 in Romance FanFiction #3 in Slytherin #3 in Mature Audience #3 in Draco Malfoy #7 in Draco Fanfic #100 in Harry Potter

She died knowing how the story ended. She woke up as Penelope Potter. Reborn into the world she once read about, Penelope knows exactly what's supposed to happen. The letters. The sorting. The "golden trio." The war. She also knows how many times she's supposed to be manipulated, lied to, and led like a lamb to slaughter. Not this time. Penelope remembers every strategic mistake the "light" side made. She remembers who benefited from her fame. Who attached themselves to her name. Who smiled a little too brightly when cameras were watching. The Weasleys are warm. Welcoming. Poor. Loyal. They're also far too eager. She refuses to be anyone's meal ticket. She refuses to bankroll someone else's ambitions. She refuses to mistake dependency for friendship. As for Albus Dumbledore? His twinkling eyes miss nothing. Especially not the way Penelope no longer trusts him. And when whispers of Voldemort begin stirring again, Penelope realizes something terrifying: The future is shifting. Because she is. This isn't the story about a boy who followed prophecy. It's about a girl who breaks it. And this time? She won't be anyone's pawn.

She died remembering every mistake Cressida Cowper would make. When she awakens inside the body of Bridgerton's most infamous villainess years before her downfall, she refuses to become the lonely, desperate woman history remembers. Armed with knowledge of every scandal, engagement, and betrayal to come, Cressida embraces the role society has already written for her-but she will play it far better than anyone expects. In a world where reputation is everything, the Emerald Thorn does not seek redemption. She died remembering every mistake that Cressida Cowper would make.