female hydra fanfiction

2 chapters will be uploaded on daily basis i.e. 14 Chapters will be uploaded every week apart from the bonus chapters. 1 Bonus Chapter will be uploaded for every 50 Power Stones or 1000 Collections. All interested readers can read advanced chapters on: [email protected]/Heroicverse ××××××××××××××× Henry Stark, a time traveler, Tony Stark's younger brother, the second heir of Stark Industries, and the most flamboyant playboy in New York. He was kidnapped by Hydra right from the start! "Fuck! Other people's Cheats can kill anyone in seconds, but my system is lost?" Henry, who was injected with a mysterious serum and starved to the point of being skin and bones, complained crazily in the dark laboratory. Until a ray of sunlight shone into the cell. Will you become stronger by basking in the sun? Infinite growth in strength, speed, and defense? "Hydra, you are done!" From then on, the Marvel world had an extra Superman with a unique style. He basked in the sun during the day, beat up villains at night, and occasionally had to save his troublesome brother Tony. "Tony, stop playing with tin cans and come for Sunbathe!" THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Support Me at Pat Reon 40 Advanced chapters at: [email protected]/Heroicverse Replace @ with a. Image is not Mine.

Ethan Ross dies expecting nothing… but wakes up inside the Marvel Universe as a top leader of Hydra. With limitless resources, secret bases, and a global spy network, he isn’t surviving—he’s playing the game on easy mode while groups like the Avengers fight on the surface. Then he unlocks his true advantage: a private Divine Realm where anyone he captures becomes part of his domain—and where he is absolutely unstoppable. Heroes, villains, even mutants slowly turn into pieces in his growing collection as he manipulates everything from the shadows. But when someone starts treating gods like trophies, how long before the entire world turns against him? And when they do… will it even be enough?

Just yesterday I didn't bother anyone, lived a peaceful life, but was killed by a stool. Well, who knew, maybe calling those guys doversts was superfluous... In any case, after death, it wasn't hell that awaited me, but something worse: a distant, dark future and Tzeentch, who granted me the ability to endlessly be reborn, effectively immortality. And it sounds good, but in practice... in the distant, dark future, there is only war and forty thousand ways to die in the name of someone else's goals.

Guys a good Marvel fan fic, it's a TL, and for entertainment only. Real author: Mr.Mo Real Synopsis: Clark an 8 year old created a shoddy Hydra organisation with his friend in a toilet. "Gabri, it's your turn." A little boy with a strong build and a serious face handed a knife in his hand to a fat boy named Gabri. Gabri hesitated and reached out to take the knife, nervous even with the fat on his face. The flesh is trembling "Clark, do you really want to do this? Can't we just give a high five or shake hands or something?" Gabri slowly moved around his left hand with the knife, gesticulating around it, but in the end he couldn't muster up the courage to cut his finger. Many years later. The vast universe, the end of the starry sky. A desolate aura suddenly spread out, causing ripples in the space, and then he saw a door opening in the dark universe. On the other side of the door, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the edge of the door. The big blue hands had blue veins popping out on the surface. Just a hand stretched out from the door, and the terrifying aura it brought caused the entire universe to tremble, as if the entire universe was afraid of the existence on the other side of the door. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the universe "What's this?" Clark looked at the door in front of him and the big blue hand that appeared from the other side of the door, and tilted his head in confusion. The terrifying aura on the other hand's hand shocked even him. After a while later. He stepped into the door. Appearing again, people have arrived at an extremely towering tree. Behind him was a towering tree of unknown height, and where he came from was just an ordinary fruit on this towering tree. Through this fruit, Clark can even see some scenes happening inside the Marvel world "This is where I came from?!" Clark exclaimed. Then he turned around and looked at another door in the distance. Then he flew towards that direction resolutely!

A five-year-old girl remembers her past life and realizes she has been reborn into the Marvel Universe. Then, months later, disaster strikes.

One rainy day, a class president was sent on a simple errand, but fate had other plans. For reasons unknown, he finds himself in the Marvel universe, armed only with his knowledge of future events. To survive, he must grow stronger, adapt, and perhaps even alter the course of history itself. As the New York invasion shakes the world, hidden organizations step out of the shadows, each seeking to shape the future. Can he navigate this web of power, hold on to what he has built, and escape the snares of betrayal? Or will he fall alongside Hydra… or something even darker? The choice has been made—now he must face the consequences. patreon.com/posts/im-for-hydra-130376553

In a the world of Duoluo Dalu, Yu Xiaotian is born as a twin of Yu Xiaogang, into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, only to be scorned for his so-called defective martial soul. His spirit appears as a mutilated wyrm, dismissed as useless by his own family. Born in a world were only the strong is honoured and in a clan were only the dragons are respected, a reincarnated soul leads a path of dominance, using his wit and cheat. A/N: I am not gonna announce the FML ahead of schedule. #NoHarem #NotTranslation #OPhero

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.