"Am I daydreaming, or did I find the wrong afterlife?" It started with a deep clean and a relic from 2019-a digital ghost of a phase Y/n thought she'd outgrown. With the glow of her favorite old series flickering in the background, the line between nostalgia and reality began to blur. One misstep, a sudden silence, and the voices from the screen didn't stop when the world went dark. Now, Y/n is waking up in a story she thought she only knew from behind a lens. The script has changed, the characters are talking back, and those who she once adored from a screen are suddenly much more... physical than she remembers.

What if there was a Nightwing Firescale? Smoke is a freak. That's what everyone tells her. She killed her twin sister in the egg and now is some sort of monster, one that can't touch anyone without it eventually going up in flames. That's her, too weak to be used as a weapon, too dangerous to be treated normally. So when her tribe finally has the chance to send her off to some faraway academy, it makes sense that they do it without hesitation. It isn't like they ever cared about her in the first place; she spent her entire dragonethood in solitude. Now, Smoke has to survive school and the terrifying prospect of interacting with other dragons, which might be turning more dangerous than she originally thought...

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Silence. That's all he hears. He's not dead. Not asleep. Just existing. He doesn't know where or when he is, just that he's somewhere, when suddenly... "Silverwing, activate protocol zero." said a voice he didn't recognize, but he knew to obey. He opened his eyes. Awake again after who knows how long. Quick little teaser for you. This AU follows an OC of mine who I'll explain more about in the story if you took the time to read this. Warning, this story may give you a headache when you read the first bit about Silverwing, but I promise it'll make sense.

NATHAN WAS RIPPED FROM HIS HOME Nathan never asked to become a weapon. He never asked for the ancient being called Aurea to merge with his soul, granting him impossible powers. And he definitely never asked to be thrown into Queen Scarlet's gladiatorial arena as the "glowing scavenger" everyone wants to see fight-and die. But Scarlet might be the least of his worries. But survival means more than just winning battles. It means navigating a world of fire-breathing tyrants, watching the dragonets of some prophecy get imprisoned several times, fighting a kraken, and cosmic entities playing games with mortal lives. It means learning to wield powers that grow stronger with each use-powers that could save him, corrupt him, or tear reality apart. 'How am I still alive?' 'While your consciousness was inactive, I remained aware. I listened. The Queen intends you for her arena. She believes you will provide... thrilling entertainment. Those were her words.' 'You understand them? Their language?' 'A language is a pattern of vibrations and symbols. I perceive the pattern; therefore, I comprehend it. All patterns are knowable.' 'Is this the arena she wanted to put me in?' 'Queen Scarlet' the light corrected 'What?' 'Her name is Queen Scarlet.'

Evil Moonwatcher AU Moonwatcher wasn't sure what to do. Who did she talk to about hearing a voice in her head? Who did she tell when the voice promised she'd never be alone again? What did she do when everything the voice said came true? With every passing day, Moonwatcher finds herself more and more drawn to the strange voice. His gentle nature. His promises that always come true. She'd be lying if she said she wanted it to stop.

The continuation of the Legends Novamaker series. Novaseer was an odd dragon. He had an air of knowing everything. Every detail, every thought, every moment. That's because he could. He didn't just have the powers of the NightWings, he had the most powerful version of them. Most headache inducing too. At least he had this strange Stone to help with it all.

What do you get when you cross the most powerful force in Pyrrhia with the weakest one? When everything you touch turns to ash, it doesn't matter what touch. So when her little safe space is invaded by a small unwelcome guest, its persistence to be close will force Peril to face her inner fears or push them away. Finally someone to sit with on her lunch break, but certainly didn't think it would be this. Will Peril learn to control herself before shes given her own winglet or will things go up in flames. A little wholesome recreational writing project with no scheduled release dates but a fun look into a little story none the less. Im planning on making this into three books/parts, each with a drastically different tone and up the antics.

I woke up in a vast grassland with only a system and a new body, with no way back home I have to find my place in this universe. I do not own: Halo and star wars

WELL WELL, After a few Years of waiting it is now time to officially say that the 2nd Arc is now in production interns of story writing, as I have multiple projects and story being worked on, I will sadly say that this may take a bit of time to go from start to finish. (I keep putting more work on myself) but anyways I noticed more and more people coming to the 1st book, and I most say I didn't think it get that popular maintaining a high place on the Wattpad ranking for the wings of fire section, and im honestly impressed. So to say it one more time, Enjoy Arc 2 of my Wings of Fire x For Honor Fanfic