She woke in the snow with no memory. No name. No past. Found beside a dead direwolf and adorned in gold no one can identify, Khava becomes the mystery of Winterfell-beautiful, foreign, and utterly alone. But when the game of thrones shatters the family who sheltered her, she makes a desperate vow: protect the Starks. Whatever it costs. She will kneel to monsters She will wear their colors. She will become their obsession. Because blood, old blood sleeps in her vains, fire remembers what the snow tried to bury. First black oc

She was not born to this world. When Ororo Munroe falls into the world of Westeros, she is no queen, no dragonrider, no noble heir-only a girl with the power of the sky in her veins. Taken in by House Velaryon and hidden beneath the name "Storm," she becomes something the realm has never seen... and something it will soon fear. As whispers spread through Driftmark of a girl who commands wind, calls rain, and bends the sea itself, powerful houses begin to take notice. But in a world ruled by blood, fire, and ambition, power is never left alone for long. War is coming to the Stepstones. The tides are shifting. And the storm... is just beginning. - A House of the Dragon AU x Marvel crossover Storm (Ororo Munroe) in Westeros Slow burn power rise • Politics • Found family • War

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 They called her a blessing before they called her a curse. They called her divine before they called her dangerous. By the time the realm called her queen, it was already too late. History remembers Aelyra Targaryen as the first Queen of Westeros, the woman in whose name the Dance of the Dragons began. The woman men bled for, dragons screamed for, and kingdoms burned for. But Aelyra was never meant to exist. She was not born to this world. She came from another life, carrying another name, another grief, and a love so ruinous it followed her even into death. To save the one soul left to her, she gave up her own to the ancient Dragon God of Old Valyria, and in return he made her his chosen child. His voice. His miracle. His mistake. He sent her into House Targaryen to stop the war that would destroy them. To love them enough, heal them enough, bind them tightly enough that the future itself might break around her. But the gods, like men, are often cruel in the things they ask of women. Because Aelyra did save them. Just not in the way anyone intended. She made them softer. She made them kinder. She made them love. And then she made them want. Not the throne. Not power. Her. And Targaryens have never been taught how to love without hunger. So what happens when the girl sent to prevent a war becomes the heart of it? What happens when devotion curdles into obsession, and every dragon in the sky begins to circle the same flame? What happens when the savior of a dynasty becomes the ruin of it? The maesters never wrote that story. This one begins in fire.

Milissa awakens in the cupboard beneath the stairs, already knowing every triumph, every tragedy, and every death awaiting the Wizarding World. But one choice changes everything. "SLYTHERIN!" Now, with the memories of another life and the determination to rewrite fate, Milissa must navigate a house filled with future Death Eaters, uncover ancient secrets hidden beneath Hogwarts, and prove that courage isn't determined by house colors. This time, Cedric will have a chance to live. This time, Sirius won't be abandoned. This time, the war won't follow the story everyone remembers. If destiny wants a hero... It will have to face a Saving Grace instead.

Waking up reincarnated in the Marvel Universe is chaotic enough. But when Rosh drops into the timeline bound to a reality-breaking Devil Fruit System, the entire MCU gets turned completely upside down. Forget standard tech and ancient magic, the supernatural powers of the Grand Line are taking over, and Earth's Mightiest Heroes are trading in their classic gear for a taste of absolute chaos. Deadpool: "Look at this complexion, people! No scars, no 'avocado-having-sex-with-an-older-avocado' look. The Smooth-Smooth Fruit just gave me my boy-band face back. Watch out, fanfic writers, your favorite person to ship is officially back on the table!" Iron Man: "Jarvis, scrap the nanotech blueprints. The Arms-Arms Fruit literally turns my entire body into a living weapon, and frankly, I look way too good in it to share. Hands off, Rogers. It's mine." Thor: "By the All-Father... this is madness! I am the God of Thunder, yet the storms he summons make Mjolnir look like a mere spark. Who...or what, is this trickery?!" Captain America: "I can do this all day, Thanos. Let's see if that purple chin of yours can withstand a full-power, continent-shattering punch from my Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Step up!" ___________________________________________________________ I didn't create this story; I'm just translating and editing it to make it smooth, punchy, and reader-friendly for you all. Enjoy reading!

Dudley Dursley was always just a background character in Harry Potter's story. The spoiled cousin, a boy destined to be forgotten. I didn't think much of that character either. Until the day I woke up in his body, carrying memories that didn't belong to this world and a system capable of redefining my limits. Destiny no longer felt absolute. And accepting the role of a mere observer, while the future of the world rested in the hands of a child, simply wasn't necessary. Some people believe Harry's path is already set. They're about to be surprised by the impact I can have. Magic, ambition, and a system have shaped who I am in this new life. This is the story of my rise as Dudley Dursley.

Crossover: Twilight and Alice in Wonderland When Alice, a curious young woman from Wonderland, mysteriously falls into the forests of La Push, she finds herself in a world of werewolves, vampires, and ancient secrets. The moment Paul Lahote sees her, he imprints, binding his life to hers forever. As Wonderland's magic begins to seep into the Twilight world, Paul and Alice must navigate dangerous enemies, impossible choices, and a destiny that could unite-or destroy-both worlds. Together, they discover that sometimes the greatest adventure begins when two worlds collide. "Just a heads up that I used AI tools to help brainstorm, expand my ideas, and edit some parts of this book. Also to check my grammar and spelling."

Liv Larsen died saving a child. The next thing she knows, she wakes up in a witch house in Mystic Falls standing in front of four coffins that definitely should not exist. When curiosity leads her to remove three silver daggers, she accidentally awakens Elijah, Kol and Finn Mikaelson-and becomes the center of an ancient prophecy older than vampirism itself. For a thousand years, the Mikaelsons carried a soulmark and the promise that one day the missing piece of their souls would return to them. That missing piece is Liv. Armed with future knowledge, a smartphone full of episodes, and absolutely no intention of letting canon happen, Liv quickly discovers that changing fate is far easier than surviving five possessive Original soulmates. Especially when the entire future of New Orleans, the supernatural world, and the Mikaelson family suddenly depends on her.

Percy sighed, forehead resting against hers. "Figures. Australia?" "That could work," Elia conceded. "We could have a beach house. Big yard. Proper garden, none of that sad windowsill herb nonsense. You could be a super hot lifeguard, all tan and dashing. Make friends with the local shark populations and I'll be a kangaroo caretaker and your designated sunscreen applier on the side." "So you think I'm hot." Percy wiggled his brows cheekily. The brunette kissed him. "We're literally dating." "Potato tomato," He mumbled against her lips. "Potato potahto," she corrected futilely, allowing his tongue to meet hers. "Mhmm," Percy said, teasing. "Keep talking dirty to me." °~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~° After everything she's endured, Elia wasn't searching for another adventure, it found her. One moment she was contently solving problems and building gadgets in peace, the next she was thrust into a world unraveling at the seams. Ancient enemies from long forgotten myths have returned, cryptic prophecies haunt her every step, and nothing is as it seems. As she's forced to traverse dangerous alliances and impossible choices, she soon realizes survival simply isn't enough anymore. To defeat threats on the horizon, she'll have to confront secrets buried deep within her past and grapple with things she barely understands for a future. But if she fails, it won't just be her world that falls-it will be everyone she's ever cared for. Elia always thought she was destined to stay in the background. Turns out, as usual, fate had other plans. The Heroes of Olympus The Lost Hero- Finished (15/08/2025) Act two - Finished (1/11/2025) The Mark of Athena- In progress The House of Hades- In progress The Blood of Olympus- In progress I DON'T GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO PLAGIARIZE MY WORK.

Sabrina Frump is the daughter of Ophelia Frump, one of the Addams family mysteries. She's been attending Nevermore academy with her friends before her cousin Wednesday enrolled. An incident the year prior caused her to take a leave of absence. However, when she returns, alongside her cousin, more chaos then she could even fathom starts to unfold. [I don't own any of the Wednesday universe. The only characters I create are my OCs.]