Major-character-death cerita

The noble and most ancient house of black are said to produce young witches and wizards with superior magic, superior bone structure and most of all superior blood. As one of the oldest, largest and wealthiest families in Great Britain nothing less would be expected. Toujours Pur. Cassiopeia Vega Black, the fourth daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black was no exception... If anything she could give the Black family something that her sisters and cousins could not, something that her ancestors before her could not. A legacy that no one in the wizarding world would ever forget. But when someone is born and raised in that kind of cruelty it tends to leave scars.

What would it be like in a world where the killing game went differently? What would it be like if different people lived and different people died? What would it be like...if this story...had an entirely different hero. A rewrite of the game Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair, where Mahiru Koizumi is the main hero instead of Hajime Hinata, and the death order and people who die in the killing game are different than in the original game. This fic is a sequel to Danganronpa ReProgrammed, a rewrite of the first Danganronpa game that features Chihiro Fujisaki as the main hero. This also only covers the story's conclusion with Chapters 5 and 6. Chapters 1-4 can be found here - https://www.wattpad.com/story/300613952-danganronpa-2-recaptured-chapter-1-4 This fic is not to be associated with Danganronpa MK2 by sozzay. It is a similar premise, but both stories are by different people and have no relevance to each other.

Every story begins with a birth. This one begins with an assassination. After watching the Shinobi World fall to the revived Infinite Tsukuyomi, Boruto Uzumaki is sent back to the day he entered the world. Armed with memories of an inevitable future, he believes there is only one way to save humanity. He must kill the newborn Boruto Uzumaki. But when the greatest enemy standing in his way is the love of his own parents, Boruto is forced to confront a devastating truth. What if he was never the reason the world ended... but its last hope?

A golden heart turned to a black shattered mess. The dream of being a hero torn down until there was nothing left. The world is often a cruel place when you're born into the darkness. When you grow up "quirkless" and the world is put against you... it's natural to be led astray, into the darkness. At least it seemed so effortless for Midoriya Izuku, the Green Rabitt. If you recognize the plot a bit, no you don't... (In all seriousness, if you do, it's likely you read the original, I unpolished it ages ago. Would have been Shatter me) While this is a V.Deku story, it follows a Dad for one AU (All For One = Hisashi Midoriya au) This fic is planned as shipless, though it does include some moments that could be taken as bakudeku. warnings- abuse and bullying- suicidal thoughts- gore- I can be VERY descriptive so please pay that mind. Top ten in #1 vdeku 8/23/24 #2 afodeku 8/24/24 #1 villaindekuau 1/12/26 #1 izukushigaraki 8/27/24 #2 in mhaau 1/12/26 #1 in bnhaau 1/12/26

"Even the Dark Lord flinched when Myla raised her wand. Theo only smiled-because he knew she was his." The Dark Lord has won too much already. What remains of the old Slytherin circle-Theo, Draco, Blaise, Daphne, Pansy, and their tangled families-cling to one another in a war that has stripped them of youth, innocence, and choice. Loyalties blur, promises fracture, and survival demands sacrifices that wound deeper than any curse. At the center of it all is Myla-a brilliant tactician, the most feared weapon the Death Eaters have, and the woman Theo would burn the world to protect. But in this war, love is not salvation. It is leverage. And memory itself may not be strong enough to hold on to her. As betrayal coils through their ranks and Voldemort's grasp tightens, each secret kept to protect the family threatens to destroy it instead. In the Manor's halls and on bloodstained battlefields, they discover the war isn't just fought with wands. It's fought in the mind, the heart, and in the unbearable silence of what has already been lost.

Yusuke Haruki remembers nothing of his past. Living in an orphanage, he believes himself to be an ordinary human searching only for the truth of his origins and the name he once bore. But hidden within him slumbers a rare power, coveted by many: Memory Magic. His search for answers leads him into the war between angels and demons, where he discovers a world far darker than he ever imagined. Faced with horrors beyond his understanding, Yusuke chooses the only thing he can think to do: run away. But fate can never be escaped. As the conflict consumes everything around him and his own humanity begins to slip away, Yusuke must decide what kind of person he wants to become. To protect his own future and that of many others, he will have to accept the scars of his past, embrace the person he is becoming, and confront a world he once wished to leave behind.

One second you hate me then it's false alarm That's just what you always do every time A Honkai Star Rail Fanfiction They were children when they first met beneath the stars. Anaxagoras was a boy who believed reason could explain everything. Demetria was a girl who believed some things were simply meant to be. Years later, they would become something neither of them was prepared to name. As the younger sister of Aglaea and the Heir of Resolve, Demetria has spent her life learning that devotion can be both a blessing and a curse. Anaxagoras, the scholar who trusts knowledge far more than emotion, has always been the one person she could never quite understand-and the one person she could never bring herself to abandon. Their bond begins as friendship. Then becomes something neither will admit. And eventually becomes the very thing that could destroy them. Between the fate of Amphoreus, the weight of the Chrysos Heirs, and a love neither is willing to confess, Demetria and Anaxagoras will discover that some hearts cannot be reasoned with-and some promises are impossible to escape. !!!WARNING!!! | Heavy Angst | Major Character deaths | Depression |Blood | Graphic Violence | Su!cide |

And sometimes, the hardest part of losing someone isn't knowing why they did it...It's being left behind with all the memories.

A Go For It, Nakamura-Kun! x Puella Magi Madoka Magica Crossover Fanfic. Okuto Nakamura was a painfully shy highschool boy, trying to connect with his crush Aiki Hirose, despite never having properly known him before. But due to his awkward nature and his attempts to get close to Hirose end in disaster, the chances of being Hirose's friend, much less dating him, are slim. That is, until a mysterious fairy-like creature approaches him and makes a deal with him; the fairy would grant any wish that he wants, but in exchange, he has to become a Puello Magi and fight Warlocks. Of course, given an opportunity to finally get close to Hirose, he doesn't pass up the chance. But every wish has a cost, and it won't be long before Nakamura has to pay the price. *** Something that randomly popped up in my head while I was watching Ganbare, Nakamura Kun! and watching Puella Magi Madoka Magica after lol I do not own Nakamura or the other characters that are going to be mentioned in the story, as well as Kyubey and the Magical Girl (well, Magical Boy in this fanfic) System. Those belong to Syundei and Gen Urobochi respectively.

Sometimes being the god of death isn't all that great. People die, and it's sad especially when it's someone you're close with. I mean he should've seen this coming. Death shouldn't bring life into the world after all, it's uncanny these are just the consequences. No afterdeath more than Goth's existence, sorry about that. Major Character Death!! (Although it's pretty obvious)

They met in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that was the point. A Yeongyu fanfic-

What if Fan never had that dream that told him to tell the others to leave the island? What if a few days after people started disappearing?a what if they cant leave in ti-

When Ahn Keonho, a popular swimmer amongst his peers, suddenly gives up on his dream and starts to isolate himself, many around him begin wondering what happened. Little do they know, their new city hero, "Spider-Man", is none other than the young swimmer. After being bitten by a radioactive spider in his room, Ahn Keonho has to learn how to navigate through life with these new found powers while building new relationships and destroying old ones.

What if Wemmbu had died in the 2 v 1000? What if everyone had a SPECIAL journal they wrote in since he left? As if... he was still with them. also, rejoice isn't dead here! or any of my stories for that matter(evb else remains in the grave I'm sorry. well, no one is TECHNICALLY dead in any of my works but something close to that.) art not mine!! full cover credits to the artist!! (maybe one day I'll be able to draw my own covers </3 )

Imagine Zenless Zone Zero plus Ghostface. No not anyone in particular like Stu Matcher or Billy Loomis, just maybe one or two, or even three ghostface terrorizing some of the ZZZ cast. ...How are they gonna take down some of the harder ones?

She is a monster. She knows that... and it's eating her from the inside. As she drowns, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss, she hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone would reach out for her... ----- The sun hits her face as she imagines the laughter of her village once she arrives back home. That same village that took her in all those years ago, no matter how many horrid details she revealed about her past. They were her only family, the only people who gave her a reason to live and exist happily and peacefully. She owed everything to them, especially her own life. That's why she vowed to destroy herself once she dealt with the World Government, the even more horrid people that did this to her village, that forced her to do unimaginable things all because she was a useful asset made by Vegapunk. She was the last stain, the last memory of the World Government, and to eliminate them completely she needed to eliminate herself too in the end. The World Government called her a miracle. The people who suffered because of her called her a monster. Yes, it was a sunny day, a sunny day in her village now tainted with red and the smell of blood. She did this. Her existence did this. She... she is to blame for each and every one of their deaths. Her presence truly brought destruction to all... Freedom without control is chaos. Control without freedom is oppression...

At nineteen, Rain Lee's life is busy, modest and happy. Between architecture school, late shifts at a convenience store, his lifelong best friend Sky, and the monthly father-son dates that neither he nor his appa would ever willingly miss, Rain has never needed much more. Junyoung Lee would say the same. He became a father late in life, 51, and raised Rain alone from the time he was a baby. Whatever else life has given or taken from him, Junyoung has never doubted one thing: his boy is the best thing that ever happened to him. Then, on a rainy night in Bangkok, Rain's scooter refuses to start. The stranger who stops to help him happens to be Phayu Theerapanyakul. One chance encounter becomes another. Phayu starts finding suspiciously frequent reasons to visit a certain convenience store. Rain discovers that the intimidating former student everyone in his architecture department knows is considerably less intimidating when he's standing across a counter teasing him. And somewhere along the way, two lives that should have had very little reason to intersect begin fitting together surprisingly well. Phayu also comes with a family. A very large, very loud, very protective family. Before long, the quiet life Rain has always shared with his father begins expanding in ways neither of them expected. There are new friendships, new traditions, two young men falling in love, and more people at the dinner table than Junyoung ever imagined there would be. For a while, life is very, very good. But Junyoung has already learned once that life can change without asking permission. And there are some things about his past, his business and the life he has quietly built that Rain has never had reason to know. Junyoung has spent nineteen years loving his son. He has also spent nineteen years making sure that, whatever happens, his boy will be all right.

Seonghwa welcomed the taste of blood, even smiled at the sight of it pooling under his feet, because that meant he was still alive. That meant another day on the front lines protecting the one place that still remained free until the rebellion was successful. That meant there was still a fighting chance, there was still hope that would come with the new dawn as more forces from the government would be sent in. Only today it did not taste like victory or revenge. The pounding taste of the foul liquid was vile and defeating in the worst way. While Seonghwa knew of the powerful feeling of looking down on his fallen opponent, he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the feeling of being the one on his knees instead, completely defenseless to take each beating that came without pause. There was no pride in his soul, not with the taste of his own blood in his mouth. Or: Welcome to the 47th celebration of The Games.

Any pics are from Pinterest/will edit This is a painfully slow moving story sorry guys

Everyday, without fail, Fluixon puts letters anonymously in Saps' locker. Thomas and a few others, after seeing this happen everyday got tired and created a plan to get them together. It worked; but at what cost? (Yes I made this for school [I'm probably going to fail aren't I?]) I also posted this on Ao3 so if you see this exact title, its probably by me.