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." ----------------------------------------- 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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In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.