silmarillion fanfic

Reborn in the dreaded confines of the Chamber of Secrets, the royal basilisk of Salazar Slytherin, it will not remain so for long. Translation from Russian. Original Russian author: MikhailSkr https://ficbook.net/readfic/12344412

Waking up one day as a half american half korean teenage girl after she died due to a spider bite, Carol gets to realize that the spider bite was not so normal. Now, she has the powers of three Marvel characters namely Silk, Miles Morales and Task Master.

In the brutal depths of the Mist, a man reborn into another world navigates blood-soaked politics, silent wars, and crushing pressure—where strength is survival, and the sea remembers everything.

A My Hero Academia Fanfiction Heroes were meant to save everyone. That’s what they always said on the news. That’s what the advertisements told you. That’s what the glossy posters in every convenience store claimed. But that night, when fire licked the edges of their family estate and smoke clawed at the windows like a dying beast, no one came. No All Might crashing through the wall. No blinding light of justice. Only silence, followed by the soft, wet sound of flesh meeting steel.

Ami and Mina just started their 5th year at Hogwarts. Unlike the previous years, this year was supposed to be different. Dumbledor, along with the others, had decided to change things up a bit, creating new events that would test everyone and their abilities as wizards. What was supposed to be a fun year for the pair, turns upside down when they catch the eye of two of the most popular guys at Hogwarts and investigate a mysterious curse that is placing their fellow students into a deadly slumber. Time is running out for them. Can these two find and stop the person wrecking havoc throughout the campus all while trying to come to terms with their feelings? Co-written with Meow_Nicky

Why the fuck am I in dc as a fucking public domain character! . . . . . . . . . I don't own DC or any of their characters

They said the Silent-Silent Fruit was useless. They said silence could never be a weapon. They said Rosinante died a forgotten man. They were wrong. Reborn in the chaotic world of One Piece as Donquixote Rosinante-the tragic brother, the forgotten hero-I awakened not just with memories from another life, but with something more. A mutation in my Devil Fruit... a silence that goes beyond sound. No cheats. No systems. Just an awakening of perception so deep, I can feel gravity bend, time falter, and life itself tremble. I was supposed to die a silent death. But now... I'll carve silence into the roar of this world. Enemies will fall, destinies will shift, and the seas will echo with the quiet I command. Be silent. Let the world hold its breath

"You will be alone at the end of this, Annette. I'm sparing you from becoming too close because once Silent Hill is purified. After the battle there, are no possibilities for us, the dead, love no one. Something I never told you, while I told you the story of my childhood. I didn't make it out of that event alive; neither did the cults, remember people were dying, and nobody could find the bodies. No one made it out of Silent Hill. The people you see roaming are phantoms, living their lives as if they were still living, lost souls trapped in a town that they doomed. The ashes from Silent Hill are all that is left, the coal fires burning underneath. Though we are fighting to save Silent Hill, we are fighting for freedom, eternal rest." Tears threatened to come from my eyes, but before I could mourn, the sound of sirens registered, this was the final battle to save Silent Hill. Copyright: The Prologue/Part one does not belong to me, it belongs to the makers of Silent Hill the first movie. Konami use to own Silent, not really sure if that is case today or not, it's been awhile since I've dealt with the series. The rest of the story is my idea, I had gotten idea's for Destiny Crossroads from the remake of Final Fantasy 7, but I had put my own spin to it.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?