blacklist fanfiction

In the shadows of post-Soviet Russia, a child officially dies before learning how to spell his own name. Hidden from the world by Katarina Rostova and erased from every intelligence database that matters, Conrad Rostova grows up inside forgotten orphanages, violent institutions, and a world shaped by paranoia long before he understands why he was abandoned. But Conrad is not normal. Trapped inside the mind of someone who remembers fragments of another reality, he recognizes patterns others miss—lies hidden in tone, danger concealed behind routine, systems buried beneath chaos. Even as a child, he understands one terrifying truth: People do not disappear without reason. As the years pass, Conrad evolves from a quiet orphan into something far more dangerous. Hardened by survival, obsessed with preparation, and haunted by instincts he cannot fully explain, he begins uncovering the hidden world surrounding his mother’s past—a world of intelligence agencies, assassins, false identities, and the growing legend of the Blacklist. But the deeper Conrad digs into the truth of his existence, the more he realizes his death certificate was not meant to protect him from the world. It was meant to protect the world from what might happen if he survived. Set within the universe of The Blacklist, *Blacklist: The Revenant* is a dark psychological espionage story about identity, survival, and the making of a ghost long before the world learns his name.

An OC SI finds himself in Gotham due to unexplainable circumstances. Knowing how terrible things just could be, he decides to do something about it. The cover is AI-generated by ChatGPT.

Wes Halloran woke in a behavioral analyst's body one week before Reddington ever walked into the FBI, carrying a grey teletype HUD only he can see and a system that calls itself the Post Office. It lets him book any criminal's services, pull blackmail-grade secrets from the air, wear five cover identities, and bloom an enemy into a saga-long threat — but every booking carves a letter of his real name into a sealed file three clearances above Cooper, and every secret costs him months of his own life. Reddington reads as APEX-LOCKED across his vision, untouchable, because Red is not a man but an identity built by the same architect who built the system. Wes can run the Task Force at Cabal-tier pace; what he cannot do is stop aging, stop the Internal Affairs file from filling, or stop the architect in Vienna from recognizing exactly what he is. The drive everyone is hunting holds a registry of transmigrators, and his name is on it. The work is auditioning him for a chair he must never accept.

Romeo Teixeira has been reborn into a new life! Once a rising star trained in Barcelona’s prestigious youth academy, Romeo’s career was abruptly derailed after a heated confrontation with the son of a powerful team executive. Blacklisted and left in the shadows, his dreams nearly ended—until fate intervened. With the activation of the Football Legend System, Romeo’s journey to greatness begins. From the moment he stepped onto the field, he dazzled the world—leaving even Lionel Messi stunned in the stands. As a full-level midfield maestro, Romeo quickly became the most sought-after player on the planet. Strikers line up to play alongside him. Goals? Assured. Messi: “With Romeo as your teammate, scoring is effortless.” Neymar: “If you want the Ballon d'Or, play beside Romeo.” Cristiano Ronaldo: “Romeo, if you join us, the No. 7 jersey is yours!

The apocalypse didn’t destroy the world. It erased knowledge. Civilization collapsed, magic replaced science, and monsters inherited the land. Humanity survived—but only barely. I was reborn into that world. I learned quickly that power here is inefficient, fragmented, and fundamentally flawed. Mages store mana in fragile circles. Aura users flood their bodies without understanding control. I chose a different path. I connected mind, heart, and core into a single system—Arcane Soul—and built Chessmaster, an operating system designed to treat reality like a board and every conflict like a game of strategy. Gravity answers my calculations. Flesh obeys my intent. Magic bends when properly optimized. Then I made one mistake. A ritual went wrong. My memories shattered. I woke up surrounded by corpses, blood on my hands, and consequences I couldn’t remember creating. Now I move forward carefully. This world is full of gods, monsters, academies, and ancient entities pretending they can’t die. They believe power is about talent, lineage, or destiny. They are wrong. I don’t need destiny. I only need time.

When notorious fugitive Raymond Reddington surrenders to the FBI, rookie analyst Peter Wells discovers he has a mysterious System that reveals hidden truths no one else can see. As Peter deciphers Reddington’s cryptic motives, he realizes the fugitive’s surrender is just the beginning of a dangerous game. When a ruthless operative plots a deadly bombing, Peter’s hidden abilities thrust him into the field, saving lives while earning suspicion from his colleagues. Caught between manipulation, secrets, and deadly threats, he must navigate a world where trust is scarce and every ally could be a foe. With each revelation, Peter learns that his powers may be the key to uncovering a web of lies that could change everything.

When Toney awakens in a strange body with a mysterious system overlay guiding his every move, he finds himself hunted by the Syndicate and entangled in Raymond Reddington’s surrender to the FBI. Chased through storm-soaked streets by a relentless assassin, he begins to realize he knows secrets about the Blacklist world that he shouldn’t. With Irina Orlov on his trail and a mole inside the FBI feeding intel to his enemies, survival means using his strange new power to outthink killers, agents, and Reddington himself. But as the system reveals deeper conspiracies, Toney must decide if he’s a pawn, a ghost, or the next player in Reddington’s deadly game.

A young boy who had lost it all, his parents, siblings, friends, and then himself. This time, his eyes open to the darkness of this world. A darkness spread by scum. He will become that darkness that the scum will fear. He will ruin them all. "Please forgive me, I will stop." "Don't beg, I am just the consequence of your actions." [A/N: This is a blacklsit fan-fiction. The show will be slowly merged into the novels]

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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?"