malcolm graves fanfiction

You’ve transmigrated into the world of Saint Seiya— but instead of becoming a hero, you ended up as the gravekeeper of the Sanctuary. As the Holy War approaches, you only want one thing: to quietly tend the cemetery and live peacefully in the shadows. Unfortunately, the main storyline goes off the rails— and you’re forced to ignite your Cosmo and storm the Twelve Zodiac Temples alone… Athena: “You jerk! You promised me that after the Holy War, you’d marry me! If you do, I’ll dance Elysium Paradise for you every day!” Poseidon: “Join me, and we’ll rule the world together. All the goddesses will be yours.” Hades: “I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you!!!” You just shrug. “Guys, I just want to be a quiet gravekeeper. Please stop disturbing me while I’m doing my job.” —or sometimes— “Guys, I just want to be a handsome man living peacefully. Please stop bothering me!” Novel Keywords I’m Really Not a Gold Saint, Saint Seiya Fanfic, Cosmos Battle, Gravekeeper MC, Athena x Poseidon x Hades Comedy, Solo Twelve Temples Run, Transmigration, Action Adventure, Harem Humor

Harry Potter discovers a shocking truth: his supposed family has been stealing from his inheritance for years. Determined to reclaim his life, he visits Andromeda Tonks, only to learn she has abandoned his godson, Teddy Lupin, to an orphanage because the boy is a werewolf. As sinister pure-blood factions plot to take Teddy for cruel experiments, Harry resolves to flee with the child to safety. Before their escape, he checks on George Weasley, finding his friend drowning in grief and his joke shop being managed by Lee Jordan in his absence. Harry urges George to pack his bags and join them, offering a chance to leave the past behind and forge a new beginning together.

Reese Wilkerson. Worst student in school. Best cook nobody knew about. Professional janitor. Then something glittering on the ground changed everything. Now he's got Common Sense — the one thing he never had — and a Hollywood System that won't stop talking to him in the form of an annoying little yellow ball. The System's goal? Make Reese the greatest force in Hollywood history. Reese's goal? Reese just wants to finally be someone worth remembering.

sigue la historia de Mark, un fanático de las series de televisión, quien tras un incidente misterioso, se encuentra en el cuerpo de un niño de 9 años en un vecindario estadounidense

Ondrel is a subterranean, living archive, braid-reinforced arches, ossified ledgers, and witness basins that fold people’s names, memories, and habits into its structure. The city consumes and catalogs lives. Recoveries are logged, failed rescues crossed out, and each sealed name strengthens Ondrel. Corruption frays grammar and braidwork; furtive acts of mercy, loosened knots, and private marginalia are rare counters to the ledger’s appetite. Andrew Graves is a nearly two-century-old salvagewright: a meticulous, ritual-bound craftsman who stabilizes condensate, repairs braidworks, and endures pain to contain the city’s dangers. Julia Lamb is a Codex registrar who writes redactions, times paired sign-offs, and creates legal buffers that make Andrew’s work legible and tolerable. Bound by municipal betrothal, they operate as a single instrument, salvaging lives, drafting emergency attestations, and converting obligation into leverage. Ashley, Andrew’s second wife, accompanies them as his assistant, handling practical support, inventory, and field aid during salvage and instruction. After explorer Yuki Tsukumo reported Ondrel, Jujutsu Kaisen sent Satori Gojo and Masamichi Yaga to negotiate. Their diplomacy culminated in an unexpected offer: teacher positions for Andrew and Julia. As instructors, they are asked to train JJK personnel in braidcraft containment, Codex procedure, and the legal and ethical protocols needed to operate safely within Ondrel, teaching both practical salvage techniques and the delicate redaction rituals that prevent the city from consuming more lives. Ashley’s role as assistant places her at the nexus of fieldwork and pedagogy, supporting demonstrations and maintaining the fragile materials and sigils. The appointment forces the trio into a fraught role between a predatory municipal system and an outside sorcerer organization. They must preserve Ondrel’s fragile economies of counting, protect loved ones, and translate their guarded craft into pedagogy, risking that knowledge might save lives or empower forces that could unravel everything they have spent centuries preserving. Warning: I'm using this story to test whether AI can help me create stories to read. I won't make it entirely with AI; I'll provide ideas and edit. This is for me to read, but I figured others could read it too. Alright, the first two chapters are out. I think I did better on chapter two than on one.

A man running from his past, yet the the world he left behind refused to leave him alone.

Jessica Wilson was not a hero. She was a moralless woman, a history student with poison in her heart, a liar with blonde hair, a smiling bully who hated being corrected, hated being seen, and hated anyone who dared to believe she could become something better. After murdering the only teacher stupid enough to look at her like she was worth saving, Jessica expected hell. Instead, she woke up judged. Reborn inside America as Malcolm Little, a young black meta-human standing before sentencing inside Middlesex Superior Court, Jessica finds herself trapped inside the sick body of a man history remembers, in a world where mankind was changed by black radium, registration laws, racial fear, government control, and the ugly truth that society only calls people human when it benefits the powerful. White judges speak of justice. Registration officers write down blood. Guards hold batons like prayers. Meta-humans are measured like weapons. Mutants are hidden like shame. America smiles for order while building cages beneath the floor. And Malcolm possesses an ability carrying the most dangerous lie of all. All Men Are Equal. A power with a righteous name. A power that sounds like peace. A power that may prove equality only exists when every false throne is dragged down and every man is forced to remember the dirt beneath his feet. Now surrounded by courtrooms, registration officers, racial hatred, frightened guards, hidden government files, unknown syndrome, and a future that was supposed to turn Malcolm Little into Malcolm X, Jessica must decide what kind of monster survives in a world like this. Unfortunately for everyone, Jessica Wilson already knows the answer. (Malcolm’s POV) "Ms Johnson said I could change society if I set my mind to it." Said Malcolm with a wide eyed smile. His eyes found the guard. "Let’s start with you." ----------------------------------------- Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

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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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"