trevor belmont fanfic

*Will Follow The GTA5 Storyline* Your whole life you thought both of your parents passed away when you just a baby. You live with your Grandma and everything was great. Until one day you decide to get a DNA test kit and it reveals who your real parents are. Now you got to find your parents and hopefully reconnect so you can have a whole family again.

Arthur Belmont-Prince thought Hogwarts would be all about spells and Quidditch. That is, until he stumbled upon the Cursed Mirror—an ancient relic with a knack for revealing secrets best left hidden. Now, Arthur's first year is spiraling into a mystery of epic proportions. Dark reflections, strange prophecies, and a legacy he never asked for—just another day in the life of a wizard-in-training, right? Join Arthur as he discovers that sometimes, the biggest challenge isn’t learning magic—it’s surviving it. (Note: The character of Arthur Belmont-Prince and his unique story are my own creations, set against the backdrop of the magical universe crafted by J.K. Rowling.)

Seen many lovely stories being uploaded. I thought I should try my own luck. Just a reminder the will not be major changes to any series that may pop up in my fiction. Please do enjoy Thank you

This is a book about the known lore from the monsters made by Trevor Henderson.

what if Simon Lewis from Shadowhunters was actually a descendent of the Belmont clan from Castlevania

Trevor Belmont in Game Of Thrones, what more do you need?

The seventh book for my Doctor Who fan fiction with elements of RWBY, Symphogear, Madoka Magica, Kid Icarus Uprising, the MCU, and SAO in there. It will have me, the Doctor, obviously, the companion, whoever it might be. It will also have characters from RWBY, SAO, Symphogear, Madoka Magica, Kid Icarus Uprising and the MCU in there, all of us interacting with each other. The traveling, the hijinks, the running and traveling continues, and this could be the end for our heroes in the story.

Cat noir is akumatized into catblanc and now, he has nothing with him......................................saddened by his own mistake, he is now struggling.........................he uses the cat ring and ladybug earrings to make the world better again, only at someone's cost........would this guilt make him hate himself?.after remaking the world, nobody remembers anything.....what would be next? read this story to find out........

I was an ordinary guy whose life had gone down the drain and here I thought that my time had finally come and I was lying on the floor, curled up from the pain in my heart, and a moment later I felt a light breeze blowing on me, a dragon's head appeared in front of me. I finished this fanfic not so long ago and all that's left is to translate it and add it here If you don't mind supporting me and getting early access to new chapters, then feel free to submit to my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Iaanlipskiy?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

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!