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Blood Oaths & Broken Wars
The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.Concluída
The Legacy Of the Light
The Second Wizarding War is over. Voldemort has fallen, but victory has come at a devastating cost. Hogwarts lies in ruins, countless lives have been lost, and the wizarding world stands on the brink of extinction. Harry Potter's final sacrifice ends the Dark Lord forever, yet the survivors know that history has already demanded far too much. When Luna Lovegood receives a message from Lady Magic herself, a forgotten hope emerges. An ancient ritual offers one impossible chance-not to change the end, but to rewrite the beginning. Chosen by Lady Magic, Claire, a Muggle-born orphan and Ravenclaw witch, gives her life so her soul can be reborn in 1960 as Seraphina Peverell, the stillborn daughter of the long-hidden House of Peverell. Armed with memories of a broken future and the burden of changing destiny, she must navigate the Marauders' era, uncover ancient secrets, and prevent Tom Riddle's rise before the First Wizarding War ever begins. Can one soul rewrite history... or will fate demand an even greater sacrifice? AU | Time Travel | Reincarnation | Marauders Era | Ancient Magic | Found Family | Slow Burn | Canon Divergence
Gold to Airy Thinness Beat
The list of reasons Stephanie Rogers couldn't enlist were long. She was small. She was frail. She was in poor health. She was female. The list of reasons for why she fully intended to ignore all that and do her best to enlist anyway was short. Bucky was going. Her best friend. Her only friend. The friend who'd been there her entire life, every time she'd needed him, every time she'd called. Always. And she'd be dammned if anyone was going to stop her from returning the favor.Concluída
Romance and Mischief (Book 1)
After the New York attack, Loki is captured by the Avengers and was supposed to return to Asgard with his brother Thor. But somehow, he ends back on earth and loses his powers. While lurking on earth, he accidentally bumps into Alice Sigyn, who offers to help him, and secretly ruin him if he ever betrays her. But it seems her feelings will betray her first as she realizes she's falling for the God of Mischief. (Can be read as an alternate storyline to 'Avengers' or the 'Loki' series.)Concluída
Hidden Reality
Kidnapped and used as an exeriment, Joy is physically exhausted. Somehow she manages to escape and she manages to take a few of the other captives with her. Once free they help her to what they call the King. Its there that everything she knows is called into question. Sorrow finally graduated that training center and he was taking a few days before entering into the rotation. On his first night away from the camp. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair comes into the mansion looking like someone had showed her the negative side of a ball bat. He can't help but be intrigued. Only his body tries bonding with her. What will happen? Will she mate him? Will she be alright? What happened to her? Read on to figure it out.Concluída
Dying flame (Harry Potter/ Charlie Weasley fan fiction)
Hello. I am mystique. You may know me from wizarding legend. I am the metamorphmagus dragon mistress. But I am a witch. I am pretty Much the most powerful being in existence. She is in grave danger. Will hogwarts and Charlie Weasley help her through the hunting.Concluída
Emma Melody Vane: Harry Potter Fanfic
I'm sure some of you remember Romilda Vane. The girl who tried to give Harry love potion in his sixth year. Well this it the story of her older blind sister Emma Vane. Unlike her sister, she is in Harry's year. This is her and her dog Coal's journey through Harry Potter.
The Wildcard
In the abandoned world of Alice in Borderland, survival is determined by a simple rule: play the game or die. Every player has a specialty. Spades rely on strength. Diamonds trust logic. Clubs depend on teamwork. Hearts destroy you from the inside out. Everyone belongs to a suit. Everyone except her. No one knows where she came from. No one knows how she keeps surviving games that should have killed her long ago. Some players swear she fights like a Spade. Others insist she solves puzzles like a Diamond. A few believe she's far too good at reading people not to be a Heart. But the truth is far more dangerous. She isn't any suit. She's something else entirely. And in Borderland, being unpredictable might be the deadliest advantage of all. While most players struggle to stay alive one more night, one man watches her with quiet curiosity. Brilliant, detached, and dangerously observant, Shuntaro Chishiya has spent his time in Borderland studying people the same way others study the games. Patterns make survival possible. Except she has none. The more he watches her, the more impossible she becomes to understand. She wins games she shouldn't. Loses games she could easily beat. And somehow always walks away alive. To Chishiya, she isn't just another player. She's a puzzle. But in a world built on manipulation, betrayal, and deadly choices, curiosity can be just as dangerous as the games themselves. Because the closer Chishiya gets to the mysterious girl everyone fears... ...the closer he gets to uncovering the one secret that could change everything. The girl with no suit. The one player Borderland was never meant to have. The Wildcard. ♠️♥️♣️♦️
Transformers Prime: Memories (Megatron x OC)
Megatron could hear a beautiful voice echoing through the wind. A voice that he haven't heard it for eons. A voice reminding him of his sweetest memories and the most venomous pains and actions. For a second all of his actions, moments, memories and horrors flashed through his head as if all of them were dreams, nightmares or imaginations but they were real. He started the war. The person who he made her laugh made her cry, who he hugged her tight so that no one will take her away from him, he drove her away himself, who he was loved by her now he is hated by her. For a second he doubt it that he did all of this? Loosing his home, parents, friends, brother and more importantly his love? He heard that when humans see a shooting star they make a wish apon it. When he saw the meteors he wished: "I wish one day I fix everything that I have done and bring back what I have lost in my life, my spark... love..." (A/N): I know my summary is awful but I'm sure you will love it. At the beginning you might not like it but read it whole and comment if I have to add something to my story. I don't own Transformers I just own my own characters. Read it and enjoy :)Concluída
The Demon Mate
A mother and her two sons move to a small coast town in California. The town is plagued by bikers and some mysterious deaths. The younger boy makes friends with two other boys who claim to be vampire hunters while the older boy is drawn into the gang of bikers by a beautiful girl. But what if the boys find their mate is a demon and twin of Michael and big sister of Sammy .Concluída
The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.
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