This story has a new version of Daikon in the world of the ATLA with him being the third sibling of Zuko and Azula. Though his fate would be quite different than his siblings, as he builds a reputation that touch the hearts of many. What will happen? Read and see. (ATLA belongs to Nick) (Daikon belongs to me)

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What if Tom Riddle was given a second chance-by the Goddess of Witchcraft herself? When Tom Riddle's soul splinters into nothingness, he expects only silence. Instead, he awakens in the presence of Hecate, the ancient goddess who bends reality with a thought and calls herself the mother of all witches. She tears away his wand, shatters his illusions of control, and forces him to train in the raw chaos of magic itself. But Hecate has secrets of her own. Harry Potter, the boy destined to kill Tom, is not just a child of prophecy-he is Hecate's direct descendant, heir to a forgotten Imperial House that once ruled magical Britain. And Hecate offers Tom a choice: seize the boy's body, wield his purest bloodline, and reshape the wizarding world-or fall into eternal oblivion. Armed with forbidden power and haunted by the goddess's laughter, Tom must master chaos magic, survive Hecate's merciless lessons, and decide what he will become: savior, tyrant, or something far greater. Ancient bloodlines. Godlike power. A second chance to rule-or to burn the world to ash.

Even with testosterone blocking his ability to access his magic to their full potential Malik will do whatever it takes to unlock it. He will have to go through somethings before becoming a truly powerful warlock maybe one even equal to the supreme. Making this for fun so if the updates are slow erm that's most likely because I love running and spend days doing that

In every coven, there's one witch who seems to reject the ideologies and teachings of the coven, simply choosing to follow a different divine patron. In the coven of Night, that witch is Klaron Di Lun' Ati, the son of Delion Di Lun' Ati and Zelda Spellman. When it comes to what he believes in and the patron he's devoted himself to, the coven and people at the Academy of Unseen Arts heavily look down on him, believing his way of life destabilizes everything the coven stands for and believes in. And it does, as he is soon to come to learn exactly how important his devotion to his divine patron is, and just how much that threatens the patron of the coven of Night. Though, he can always count on mischievous Sabrina for help, and a good laugh or two.

They were born beneath a blood moon, three children of darkness and prophecy. The world remembers their parents as monsters. But at Beauxbatons, they are legends. Vespera Noelle Lestrange, the youngest of the Lestrange Triplets, carries a power the world was never meant to see, a light born from shadow, a flame that remembers every age before her. Her brothers, Cassian Pollux and Lucien Castor, guard her with unbreakable loyalty, for they know the truth hidden in her blood: Vespera is the Fifth Flame, the one fated to awaken the ancient bond between wizard, vampire, and wolf. When Beauxbatons arrives at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, whispers follow them, of the Morvaen-Valekar bloodline, of Death Eaters reborn, of a prophecy that could rewrite magic itself. But Vespera is not her mother's daughter, nor her father's heir. She is something older, something forgotten. And as the Fifth Flame stirs, every world, wizard, immortal, and beast, will soon remember what it means to burn. carlisle cullen x oc x jacob black hp x twilight Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the Harry Potter, Twilight, and House of the Dragon universes. All rights to the original characters and worlds belong to their respective creators. Original elements like House Morvaen and House Valekar and its lore, belong to the author. This story is for entertainment only.

They say the Targaryens were born of flame, their souls tempered by the fire of Valyria, their hearts bound to dragons that scorched the skies. But deep beneath the mountains where sunlight fades, another house was born. Not of fire, but of stone, venom, and whisper. House Velyrath, the Serpents of Drakmyrra, carved their legacy in the dark veins of Mount Aeltherist. They did not command dragons, they listened to serpents older than flame, their voices winding through roots and shadows. Their blood runs cold, their magic breathes in silence. Where fire burns bright and dies, poison lingers. And when dragons sleep, serpents rise. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, House of the Dragon, and Lord of the Rings. All original characters and story ideas belong to their respective creators (Marvel Studios, Warner Bros., and George R.R. Martin). I do not own any of these characters or worlds; this work is for entertainment purposes only. All original creations, including House Velyrath and its lore, belong solely to the author.

She died once protecting her brother and returned to a new life with all her memories, power, and cunning intact. Alicent of House Hightower is no ordinary child. With emerald eyes threaded in gold and golden auburn hair, she charms nobles, wins the love of the common folk, and bends loyalty to her will. By seven, she is already shaping Oldtown and teaching the world that kindness can be a weapon. Behind every smile, every innocent question, lies a mind that reads hearts and schemes with precision. As the Targaryens falter and the Dance of Dragons looms, Alicent's every move changes the course of Westeros. Queens rise, Kings fall, but one girl will ensure history bends to her design. viserys x fem!oc x ? hotd x hp

Sam never imagined his death; the thought never even brushed his mind. But fate had something extraordinary in store for him when it finally happened. He awoke, reborn not as himself but as a character he had once watched from the sidelines-a plain human in a world teeming with vampires, werewolves, hybrids, witches, and more. Reborn as Matt Donovan, the odds were stacked against him. Yet this time, Sam wasn't content to play the powerless observer. He would take this supernatural world by storm, rewriting his destiny one step at a time.

Riley Castille is a quiet force-5'3", silver curls, and eyes like amethysts. A Thunderbird student at Ilvermorny, he's known for keeping to himself and never missing a spell. What no one knows? He's carrying something ancient. Something dangerous. Something magic itself seems to answer to. When he's chosen as Ilvermorny's exchange student to Hogwarts, Riley is thrust into a world of suspicious professors, secret bloodlines, and eyes that linger a little too long. Especially when he starts casting spells with no wand-and wins duels without blinking. But the more he hides what he is, the closer Hogwarts gets to finding out. And if they do... it won't just be Riley they fear. It'll be what's waking inside him.