Astra Lunella Potter was born to prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish The Dark Lord approaches Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seven months die.... and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, But she will have power, the Dark lord knows not. Astra found out the truth about how it truly hurt her, now she needs to change her whole life for the better, but could she alone, or would she find help in the least expected place? For neither can live while the other survives... Being more exceptional than the others, Astra knew there was something more to it. She knew Dumbledore was manipulating her, yet what was she supposed to do without proof?

The war is over. Voldemort is dead. But Thalassa Potter's story is only just beginning. Bound to the Hallows, carrying a bloodline older than Hogwarts itself, Thalassa discovers that her fate stretches beyond the magical world-and across realms she never imagined. When a soulmate bond awakens with Fred Weasley-and three others connected to a different universe-her life is thrown into chaos again. But love isn't her only legacy. The multiverse is breaking. Ancient magic is rising. And Thalassa must choose: live a life that was never hers... or become the guardian who can save all worlds. A Harry Potter x MCU soulmate crossover full of magic, grief, healing, and cosmic love.

Iris went to the DOM hoping to save Sirius from Voldemort. What happened while they were there would forever change the lives of three people. Its slow going at first but I promise it picks up once the ground is laid. This is an au and crossover. Harry Potter and Vampire Diaries ***Thank all of you who have voted and read this story so far! It's #1 for Female Harry Potter and The Originals! That's amazing!

"Don't call me kitten, Damon." "Okay, kitten." "I will literally set you on fire." "You scare me sometimes, Williams." *** Lucy Williams moves to Mystic Falls and befriends the Salvatore brothers, much to the chagrin of Elena Gilbert. When it becomes apparent that Lucy neither wants nor expects anything from vampire brothers, the trio becomes almost impossible to separate. How will her presence change things in the supernatural filled town? And will the brothers be able to keep her safe along the way? This is a rewrite and expansion of an earlier work with the same name. There will be Elena bashing and Bonnie bashing. Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, situations or locations. I own only my original characters. I make no money from the publishing of this fiction.

The world of women dominance has come to an end after the last female president was dethroned by the male revolution. Men have taken over once more after two decades. Women are no longer safe. Now women can't roam the streets freely. Women can't be without men. Women seen walking the streets alone are a threat to the new male government. Valerie Walterine, a disguised feminist refuses to obey and struggles to keep her freedom and remain unmarked. But as the breeding season approaches, she realizes that the only way to stay away from the reaches of the authorities until the season ends, is to agree to be Thomas Zaccardi's Mate.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Aurora never believed in monsters. Not the kind that lurked in the shadows or whispered threats in the dead of night. But monsters weren't always found in dark alleys. Sometimes, they wore tailored suits and watched you from a distance, waiting. Sometimes, they pulled strings you didn't even know existed. And sometimes, they decided you were theirs long before you even knew their name. Aurora didn't see Riccardo Romano when she first arrived in the city, exhausted and desperate for a fresh start. But he saw her. The second she walked into that coffee shop, unaware of the ruthless predator in the corner, she had unknowingly sealed her fate. She didn't know that with one phone call, he ensured she got the job at his nephew's school. She didn't know that the man she would come to fear, hate, and crave had already decided she would belong to him. Not love. Own. She would try to run. She would try to resist him. But Riccardo Romano didn't let go of what was his. And Aurora was his. She just didn't know it yet.

Cover art is not mine. I do not own this art work. I found it on deviantart.com and an artist I believe on there is named Mozenrathlover. I thought this art went really well with the story I wrote. Just wanted to not step on toes. I've started and stopped this and started it again. So let's do this again. Due to Aladdin not being a prince, Jasmine is forced to marry the monster Jafar. Is he truly the monster that everyone sees or is he more than that? Is this feeling magic or pure need? Jafar stood in the corner and admired the way the candles, the moon and the lights of Agrabah reflected on his new bride. She was wearing a white translucent silk robe that hugged all of her curves. Once it curved around her bottom half it flared out and gathered loosely around her barefeet. The gown definitely didn't leave room for guessing. He could tell from across the room that there was nothing underneath the robe. Whom ever created this for his wedding night would be heavily compensated.

Being married to one of the biggest villains in the world was not how you expect your life to be. But with your head buried in your pillow and fingers tightly gripping your bed sheets you wouldn't have it any other way. One shot Work count: 9.2k words I, Anonymous_Lover_3, do not give permission for my stories to be put on third party websites. You can read for free on Wattpad and Archive of our own.

With the Wizarding population in decline, a new Marriage Law forces Hermione Granger to marry at eighteen-or face exile. Paired with rising Quidditch star Oliver Wood, she must confront her past and navigate a future shaped by duty, love, and a world still healing from war. Disclaimer: All canon/original characters, plotline and rights belong to the author J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters belong to me. I am not making a profit from posting this. As always, I have taken liberties, so if something appears out of order, or there are changes made, that was done deliberately. Rated for violence, bad language and sexual content. Ron/Ginny/Viktor Krum bashing! Hermione x Oliver pairing! COMPLETE! Originally written in May 2016-July 2016.