a healer imprint fanfiction

Reincarnated into the HP world. Granger's brother. - - - - - - - - - This is a translation; the original title in raw format is: Целитель

After crossing into another world, the protagonist unexpectedly lands inside the universe of American TV dramas. He brings along a certain “ability” … but the moment he uses it, everything goes sideways. A plague breaks out. The sick pile up. A mountain of bodies. He’s forced to open a small clinic, working himself to exhaustion just to keep people alive—treating patients by day, surviving on instant noodles by night. To make things worse, his first two patients are hopelessly difficult: one of them is a drug addict, and the other is a gambler. Even when they’ve recovered, they refuse to leave. They shamelessly linger around his clinic, saying things like: “I want to follow you and play video games.” And just like that, the “little healer” ends up stuck with two freeloaders. But that’s only the beginning.

Ethan Rayne was grinding WoW dungeons when he was dragged into an American TV multiverse—bringing his Priest healer abilities with him. Now living with Sheldon and Leonard, he runs a tiny clinic in Pasadena where holy magic works better than medicine.

Earth's greatest tech-philanthropist didn't expect the afterlife to be a literal junkyard. Reincarnated as a shattered spirit-server in a world of magical laws and monstrous threats, Silas Thorne is at the bottom of the food chain. But Silas didn't build a corporate empire by playing fair. Projecting a glowing 'Imprint' onto a roster of desperate street kids, he establishes a strict, mutually beneficial network. He provides the blueprints and the bio-valves to safely unlock their Aura. They upload the copper, the steel, and eventually, the magical beast cores to expand his server capacity. A new power is rising in the shadows of the Hunter world, one transaction at a time.

(Naruto × Tsunade | Single Heroine | Romance + Passion) I transmigrated into Naruto and became Hatake Kawakaede, younger brother of the White Fang and Kakashi’s uncle— with a cheat ability: high cellular activity. At the jonin meeting before the Second Ninja War, I supported Tsunade’s proposal before Kato Dan ever appeared. That was our first encounter— and the start of my fierce pursuit. On the battlefield, in blood and fire, I captured the heart of the legendary Sannin. Tsunade: “Kawakaede-kun… why do I always lose to you?” Kawakaede: “Because I still want to live a few more years.” Kakashi: “Uncle… you’re showing off again.” Kawakaede: “Low profile, Kakashi.”

“Morax? Hmph! Stingy fellow. Chased me for three days and three nights when we first met—this immortal will never forget.” “Venti? Weak? Slacking? What Hilichurl gibberish are you spouting? He might be unreliable now, but back then—he had a wind blade at my throat. Hardly weak.” “The Raiden Shogun? A god who discards her own pieces and locks herself away… pitiful and laughable.” “The Dendro Archon? Chosen through internal politics—not even worth mentioning.” At a tavern table, a golden-haired Traveler and her floating companion quietly listen as the “doctor” before them boasts shamelessly while coaxing his disciple—who he calls “Kunikuzushi”—into drinking. The Traveler and companion exchange a glance before she gingerly asks: “Since you’re so experienced and well-traveled… have you ever seen a woman who looks like me?” “Of course. It was a sweet, lovely night.” “...?” “...?” The golden-haired girl trembles, slowly reaching for the dull blade at her side. Time erodes many things. But what is carved deeply enough… will always be remembered. The Yaksha was once such a sculptor— until he realized the world itself had fallen ill. To restore it… is merely the duty of a healer. This is a story beginning long before the Archon War. I hope you enjoy it.

Born at the height of Targaryen power without any power to his name, Aenys Targaryen was the Third son of Baelon Targaryen, brother to Viserys and Daemon. A student reborn with only vague memories of the tragedy that lay ahead, will he be able to change fate, or will the retaliation by the gods leave the world in an even more horrid state.

"Come with me, dear foolish brother, why do you resist?" A man with short white hair says with a vicious smile. "Because you're wrong, because I can't allow you to do what you want to do Big Brother." A sickly man says with a look of determination permeating along his whole being. "That's a mean thing to say, I'm trying to compromise here is tolerance not part of your justice." The man says with a hurt look on his face pleading his case to his brother. "Right now the world is in chaos, meta powers should not be used to further your own self-interest, you're only thinking of gratifying yourself!" The man screams at his older brother, reasoning with one of his own gritting his teeth. A man was watching this interaction with a frown watching the displays of both of their ideals trying to be projected onto one another. "This conversation is going nowhere." A man said while watching the latest episode of MHA. "If I was there I would do it differently." The man chuckled at his own thoughts before a blinding light hit him. "Where am I?" "Purgatory." "Who are you?" "ROB." "Why am I here?" "Cause I'm bored." "Hmmm makes sense." Warning: The MC is very manipulative and uses people for his own gain. He kinda a piece of sh*t so don't get mad at me cause I warned you, I could care less if you read my story or not I do this to be better as a writer.

Mia was a strong woman. Raising a child by yourself is never an easy task. Doing it while studying to become one of the best lawyers in the country is even harder. Her distrust in men isn't unjustified and for 8 years she kept as much distance from any member of the male species as possible. That's until a certain skater shows up in Toronto and turns her whole life around.

A young man has been given a second chance in a world filled with wonder and danger. This is a One Piece CYOA story. Just like any CYOA story, this will be a self-fulfillment story. So don't expect something serious or anything.