warcraft fanfic

Warcraft enjoyer gets trolled by Gods and ends up as the prince of Stromgarde, Galen Trollbane. Luckily he arrived before any known important events occurred and with a system to boot. LOTR elements RTS Sussy Elf Romance Child Kidnapping Lots of butterflies Started because OG translator only posts 1 chapter a day damn it.

On the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron was calling your name: Arthas... When the young prince was no longer blinded by hatred, When the king of Lordaeron broke the boundary between life and death, When Azeroth’s future is no longer foggy, the original fallen road is gone. I am the king of Lordaeron, the co-lord of life and death, and the dawn of Azeroth! Warcraft: The Dawn of Lordaeron 洛丹伦的黎明

A man, Rhodes, wakes up in Lordaeron with the Necropolis from Heroes of Might and Magic III, arguably the most OP town. 艾泽拉斯：开局鹰眼术墓园城

What lies beyond the light? The boundless void of shadow. Compared to the luminous force that embodies cosmic order, the shadow power born in its eternal struggle leaves one... Reborn as a night elf, a single man reshapes the history of the species. 艾泽拉斯月夜之影

What happens after we die? Apparently we are shipped off to market to be reincarnated. In my case, I lucked out. I’ve been chosen to act as a beta tester for a whole artificial copy of the World of Warcraft, equipped with a moderately accelerated ability to learn magic and a collection of amulets that could condition their wearers to love me. No leveling, but I’ve got everything I need if I don’t do anything too stupid. Heavy on brainwashing, heavy on scheming, heavy on plot, modest on smut, and with far too many characters and far too many chapters, I proudly present this offering unto you, good reader. Based in the World of Warcraft and drawing heavily from SwiftRosenthal’s Waifu catalog, this is a harem building, mind control heavy, extremely nerdy story that I started on and it just got really out of hand.

After a life cut short, a determined soul finds itself reincarnated into the fantastical world of Azeroth. With each new day, they embrace the challenges and wonders of this vibrant land, learning from every experience and forging their own path. Through perseverance, curiosity, and kindness, they rise from humble beginnings to become a revered Grand Magister. Their journey is one of hope—showing that even in a world filled with chaos and conflict, compassion and knowledge can lead to greatness. With a heart full of hope and a mind eager to grow, they dedicate themselves to protecting Azeroth and inspiring others to believe in the possibility of a brighter future. The characters and world belong to their rightful owners. I’m just borrowing them for fun. Note: No updates on weekends.

patreon.com/WeakVisible for Advance Chapter Reborn in World of Warcraft : Mastering All Beauty

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽：圣光救不了艾泽拉斯

Xiao Yu, who was a student from modern Earth, accidentally transports to another world and becomes the lord of a territory. Facing an unfavorable situation, he vows to take back his family business, build his new territory, kill all of those who covet his wealth, and dominate the world! Author: Angry Thrall, 愤怒的萨尔

Ignis Scorrath, an ordinary traveler, meets the most absurd fate imaginable. His soul is forced into the body of a newly hatched black dragon whelp—one born of the Black Dragonflight, the legacy of Neltharion, the Earth-Warder. Before he can even process it, a strange system binds itself to him. Bad news: he is sealed in forced growth and evolution for five thousand years. Good news: when the seal finally breaks… he has already ascended to the level of a demigod. Now known as Obsidian, a newborn demigod of earth, shadow, and flame, Ignis Scorrath barely has time to grasp his power before realizing something far more shocking— The frozen land beneath him is called Northrend. This is Azeroth. And not the Azeroth of heroes and legends, but a distant past—only a few thousand years after the War of the Ancients, long before the rise of the Lich King, the Scourge, or even the great human kingdoms. Seven thousand years too early for everything he remembers. No Arthas. No Scourge. No Burning Crusade. Only a primordial world of titanic forces, ancient dragonflights, proto-kingdoms, and forgotten gods still stirring beneath the ice. With time itself as his greatest advantage, Obsidian must decide— Will he follow the doomed path of the Black Dragonflight… Or reshape the fate of Azeroth before its greatest catastrophes are ever born?