Hi, so here is another new story I'm starting to write. This is not the usual thing I would have written, but here is a Jurassic World fanfic. I won't say much here since I have a separate chapter with some information for you. But I can tell you that Chapter 1 starts a little over a year before the events of the first Jurassic World movie. The plan is to start a while before the film and gradually lead into the movie's plot as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy it!

Voldemort is dead. At the very edge of his fading consciousness, when even hatred is beginning to thin out, he hears a voice in his mind. The tone is bright. Cheerful. Almost delighted. 【Would you like to start over?】 Tom Marvolo Riddle does not hesitate. Of course he chooses yes. Of course he will start over. He did not shred his soul into decorative fragments just to accept defeat at the hands of a teenage idiot. 【There may be a tiny little price.】 Tom does not care. A price is nothing. He has already paid in blood, sanity, humanity, and basic facial integrity. If starting over is possible, he will pay again. He opens his eyes. The great Dark Lord finds himself in the year 1991, back inside Wool's Orphanage. Except something is very, very wrong. He is no longer Tom Riddle. He is now Tamara Riddle, an eleven year old girl. And as if that cosmic humiliation were not enough, he has been forcibly bound to a damned Virtue System. 【Welcome to the Virtue System!】 【To grow stronger, you must earn Virtue Points.】

So apparently, the Shadow World has rules. That's cute. I'm Ayme Espinoza. Daughter of Poseidon. No angel blood. No heavenly permission slip. No interest in kneeling for a system that wasn't built for me in the first place. And yet their runes burn brighter on my skin than they do on theirs. Demons fall faster when I'm in the room. Magic shifts differently around me. Like it knows what I am. They don't like that. Selene's my cousin. She didn't grow up in the demigod world. She grew up somewhere else - in stone castles and whispered spells and a war most people pretend didn't happen. Now she stands in two worlds at once. The one of gods... and the one of wands. She doesn't have angel blood either. What runs through her veins is older than their angels. Older than their laws. Quiet. Cold. Powerful in a way that doesn't need to shout. She's still learning this world. I'm teaching her how to survive it. Then a hunt goes wrong. Something ancient surfaces - something that doesn't bow to runes or angelic hierarchy. And it doesn't react to them. It reacts to us. Now the watching has started. The measuring. The quiet attempts to decide what we're worth. Here's the thing. You can build walls. You can write laws. You can carve symbols into your skin and call it order. But the sea doesn't kneel. And neither do I. ⚠️ I do not claim ownership over any canon characters, settings, or source material referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators. Ayme Espinoza, Selene Lestrange, and original storyline elements are my original creations. ⚠️

Delores "Dolly" West was the Cullen family's golden light: a prodigy nurse turned vampire under Carlisle's care, gifted with healing touch and bound as Edward's true mate. Until he shattered that sacred bond in a heartbeat to chase his bloodsinger Bella Swan leaving Dolly broken and the family fractured. When nomadic vampire Laurent Da Revin-elegant, ambitious, centuries-old power-seeker-steps into the rain-soaked clearing during a tense baseball game, everything changes. The mate bond slams into him like destiny he never chased, awakening something deeper than hunger or alliance. For the first time, he sees not power to claim, but a home to protect.