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*

A soldier born of iron. A world ruled by the sea. A choice that will rewrite the reef forever. Corporal Devin Mansk was a weapon built for a single purpose: hunt down the local insurgency and secure Pandora for the RDA. Cloned into a towering Na'vi Recombinant body, he carried the rigid ruthlessness of a hardened Marine. But when a violent ambush goes wrong and a catastrophic equatorial storm leaves him left for dead, his survival rests in the hands of the very enemy he came to slaughter. Tsalìa is a fierce, unyielding hunter of the Metkayina clan-and the first native to look past Mansk's uniform and see a warrior worth saving. Stranded together in a glowing sea cave, she begins a grueling, secret transformation that will force Mansk to strip away his mechanical human past. To survive, he must learn to breathe with the tide, master the fluid language of the shallows, and trade his iron armor for the sacred currents of the reef. As Colonel Quaritch readies a scorched-earth campaign to burn the archipelago to the waterline, Mansk is thrust into a lethal double life. Walking a tightrope as a saboteur inside his own army, his hidden loyalties are pulled tight by a forbidden bond that will force him to choose between the empire that created him and the ocean that gave him a soul. From high-stakes base infiltration to brutal underwater ambushes, this epic Avatar: The Way of Water fanfiction features a powerful enemies-to-lovers romance, found family, and the sweeping journey of a soldier who must bleed for the reef to finally find his way home. (Devin Mansk/Oc)

ᴠᴀᴇʟᴇʀɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the first son of Viserys, never believed that he would have any chance of becoming the heir to the crown because of his sickly nature and lack of skill in wielding a weapon. But after suffering a terrible loss in family, an unexpected path opens before his eyes, throwing him into a world of political intrigues and putting him in front of an obstacle that he did not expect. When his father unexpectedly decides to marry a second time, problems begin to arise for the new crown prince who is force to take measures to maintain his position and keep his family together. [ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON FANFICTION ]

He did not really know what he was, but he knew that he was not Daemon. He was more than that. He would have to be to stop what lay ahead. He would try to stop it, but no matter what he may do or not do, the fates had sung their song. So, steel would be drawn, and Dragons would dance no matter what. The only thing left undecided was who would be left standing after it.

Maegor Targaryen is the son of Daemon Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, born after his parents where only wed for a year Daemon was happy to have his wife be with child, he didn't wish to wed her. She was beautiful, yes. She came from a Great House and had a place of power if her father was to die without a son his titels would one day pass down upon his son. Daemon could not love his wife, who in turn was as cold as ice to the prince...... the only thing that could have maybe have been able to bind them truly together one day was their child, and so in the year 95 A.C they welcomed a child into the world, Daemon was more than happy when he heard Lyanna gave birth to a son but when he walked into the room all she was met with was blames, words of anger and the words of her husband who said she was nothing more than a whore who gave birth to a bastard. He would not claim the boy as his, he looked nothing like him..... the features he and his family shared? The features he held so high where not in their son, and so it was no son of his.

What if, in addition to immortality, Tom Riddle desired something else: to create the perfect companion? A being of pure magic, shaped by him, for him - free from human weakness, incapable of betrayal. Tired of the flaws of his followers, disgusted by the fickleness of their emotions, Tom reaches a chilling conclusion: no one will ever be worthy of him. But why give up, when magic can mend all the wrongs of the world? He deserves a disciple in his own image. Doesn't exist? Then he will create it. After all, if he can defy death, why not defy life itself? --- ☀️ THIS STORY IS COMPLETE ☀️ - Updates every SATURDAY ! - Tom is a walking red flag 🚩 - J.K. Rowling's universe and characters do not belong to me

Transferred to Hogwarts in sixth year, she immediately becomes the top student in Potions - beating Draco. For the first time in his life... Draco Malfoy is second. He hates her. She barely notices him. Which makes him hate her more.

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Heracles Potter had everything she ever could have hoped for. She had a place to call home. She had people who understood her. For the first time in her life she felt like she belonged. Then on the same whim that it had all been given to her, it had been snatched away. She had been ripped away from her home and taken back to the world where she had been born. And for what? To play savior to a bunch of ingrates? No. Forget it. She had played hero enough to last a lifetime. Heracles was done. She wasn't going to play anyone's game. She was going to find a way home, to her real home, and she wasn't going to look back. 'Mirror mirror on the wall... if you wanted me there so badly, then why did you send me away?' *Inspired by Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Please Lead me Back Home by FateFreak on Quotev*

The abyss does not wait for dragons... 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. Visenya Targaryen was never meant for peace. Daughter of the Princess of Dragonstone and the Rogue Prince, her path was cut from illicit deeds and hidden intentions. With dragons circling and kingdoms hellbent on fracture, every choice drags her deeper- into 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, into 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊, into the 𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘 her house has carved for itself. 𝑻𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. ──── ✥ ✥ ✥ ──── 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 Female OC x Aemond Targaryen Female OC x Male OC #1 - Visenya {11/16/25} #1 - Westeros {12/12/25}