fairytail72

Marissa Is a Certified Senior Otaku she Watched every Anime and Read all Manggas But Only One Anime and Mangga is Outstanding for Her FAIRY TAIL A world where Magic Exist she always Dreamed going to this world and Being a Powerful Being but at last in this world Fantasy Will always be a Fantasy after all Or So She Thought One Day She was walking along side the road when a message came up

A Door that opens to a Fairytail Might contain some things from Winxclub and Fate the Winx saga Two protagonists:Bloom and Stella

(dropped, I felt I couldn't do the story justice, I'm leaving it up just incase I decide to pick it back up in the future, I'm deeply sorry to those who enjoyed it, I just don't feel qualified, perhaps I'll do an original work so I don't have to limit myself to the plot...) (First actual novel) Due to this being my first actual novel I'm going to be doing a bit of a self insert into the world of FairyTail As some novels go our protagonist Iskandor is hit by none other than a truck, he then reincarnates into the world of FairyTail. Follow our hero through his journey to become the number one mage Earthland has ever seen with his trusty system. (I'm writing this for fun so I likely won't be consistent on updates)

A special girl joins Fairytail what will happen

I do not own Bleach or Fairytail. this is just a Fan Fiction. This is also my first so dont be to hard on me. also one last thing, i also am making this based after the current arch of bleach and basing it partally off another fanfic. Its name is "Into The Realm of Magic" i do not own this fanfic. the owner is IIIIIIIII. he finished it a few months ago and i just wanted to clear this up before anyone gets upset. enjoy

first story idea popped up thought I'd run with it for jokes an whatnot so let's see how it does

What if people have abilities? The people where a world called "Elmentus" were all born with individual abilities. Whether strong or weak abilities they have, it must be used to help each other. Azelus, Ignis Caeli Aquila Terrance Quint, age 16, wondered why people start to abuse their power for no good, they use it for crimes, use it for greediness, and use it to obtain more power by stealing each other's ability. Quint wants to restore the world from its destruction, with his faith to the highest deity, and with his good deeds, he pondered..., "What if the world continues to be in its chaos? "Will there be a hero to save it? "Will there be unselfish people who want to restore it like me?" "Will I be able to save it just on my own? ,"

Beneath a dark dome, eight shadows waited in silence. The Moon slowly rose in the sky, and the pale light filtering through the dome’s circular openings fell into the depths of the room, illuminating faces like ghosts. The ninth figure, Fai, had been summoned; chosen by the gods, he was to join the ranks of the wizards and become the final piece of the ritual. Fai was preparing to take the place of his father, Geyb, who had passed away just a few days earlier. The solstice was approaching, and time itself seemed to hold its breath. Dressed in his father’s heavy garments, he stood at the center of the eight wizards’ circular formation, directly beneath the empty opening in the dome. His heart pounded with both excitement and fear, each breath merging into the ritual’s silence. Outside, the wind whispered softly as the Moon’s light streamed through the dome, dancing across the room, creating a strange harmony with the dust and shadows. Fai tried to steady himself, pressing his trembling hands together within the folds of his robes. Finally, the light reached its peak. The wizards threw sparkling dust over Fai; the particles swirled in the dim white light, solidifying the invisible bond between him and the wizards. Drawing a deep breath, Fai stepped toward the center of the ritual. With each step, he moved through the shadows entwined with light, drawn toward the threshold of his own destiny in a divine silence. In that moment, time froze. The Moon’s glow and the mysterious presence of the wizards circled around Fai, carrying him to the threshold where sacred darkness and light converged.

I remember that life was always gray and dreary, those who saw it as grass and flowers were naive. Those who said that life revolves around the memory you made are fools. Those who spoke that life is a beautiful creation of some being are delusional. They think I'm pessimistic, an oddball of society, a piece of trash who doesn't have the will to live. In all honesty, they are just afraid, fearful that life won't be so green anymore, they felt rushed to enjoy life as it is. But I don't see it that way, life was never green or colorful to me. It was an illusion to cover up the impending doom of self-blame, destruction, and unknown time of death. They fear time, as long as the river flows death follows and gazes at the fishes that swam till they die and collect them. To me, it's laughable that they fight and fight until someone dies and then they felt remorse and wish they could turn back time to redo everything. The beliefs of many are easily shaken when life withers and turns into a cold corpse. Even at my death, I was peaceful as I took my last breath and look at the world with my empty eyes filled with dimness. I thought I would be free as I enter my eternal slumber but I then felt a beating heart, heard muffled noises, and an expanding light that quickly came. That was the time I was born and lived again to see life once more who smiled at me with malice on her lips. She was gorgeous, her beauty knows no bounds but she is quite fickle and is easily irritated. And she seems angered by me who doesn't look at her beauty very much. 'Sorry, all I see is gray and dread wherever I look. Your beauty is untouchable but we are privileged enough to witness it, alas, your colors don't enchant me.' That was my last thought after I was born. ... The cover is not mine, the credit fully goes to the owner.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"