merlin killed fanfiction

THIS IS A TRANSLATION WORK. Original Title ~ Killed For A Hundred Years in Hueco Mundo, Aizen Invited Me Out Of The Mountain! (Note: This is a translation of a chinese fanfic and has some instances of racism. Read at your own discretion.) Synopsis :~ Kyo Mazuru traveled to the world of Bleach and landed in the forest of Menos Grande at the beginning. Picking up a asauchi left over from Shinigami's death, and starting with a sword, he spent hundred years in the forest of Menos Grande to survive, slashing countless hollows, and his slashing skills reached the peak, until one day, he met a man who claimed to be Mr. Aizen Sōsuke! Mr. Aizen couldn't bear him to live alone in Hueco Mundo, so he invited him out of there and brought him to Soul Society! After that, Kyo Mazuru's Shinigami career began! I do not own the characters. ***** Support me on my Ko-fi page to keep me motivated to continue uploading chapters. https://ko fi.com/rroy28 (put a "-" between "ko" and "fi")

Kairen transmigrated into the world of Naruto, on the battlefield of the Third Great Ninja War, Kairen gains an Infinite Resurrection System. With an immortal body, every time he is killed, he becomes stronger. ... So from now on, let's make it easier. For every 100 Power stones, you get +1 additional chapter. And thank you for your stones

Uchiha Fugaku tried loyalty. They called him a traitor. Uchiha Shisui tried sacrifice. They stole his eyes. Uchiha Itachi tried obedience. They made him a murderer. Uchiha Ren tried none of these things. And that makes him the most dangerous person in Konoha. What would you do if you knew your entire family would be murdered in ten years? Would you run? Would you beg? Would you fight? Uchiha Ren did something worse. He planned.

For more chapters patreon.com/Liamlivingstone At just seven years old, Dina Avery was imprisoned in Azkaban, becoming Sirius Black’s fellow inmate. On his first day behind bars, he discovered that "Merlin’s XX" wasn’t just an expletive—it was a real summoning ability. He could actually call upon Merlin’s powers, including but not limited to: - Merlin’s Beard - Merlin’s Stockings - Merlin’s Magic - Merlin’s Bloodline - Merlin’s Treasure From that day on, Dina relentlessly “borrowed” from Merlin’s legacy. Four years later, Dina made history as the first young wizard to receive a Hogwarts acceptance letter while in Azkaban. After being picked up by Snape, he found that his home was gone. But it didn’t matter. He was Merlin’s heir. The scum responsible for his family’s destruction would soon face justice— at the hands of the new Merlin, just like in The Count of Monte Cristo.

As Harry Potter struggles with his daily mundane life in the Dudley's household, fragmented dreams of Camelot plague his sleep. Upon recovering the full memories of his past life as Merlin, he must reconcile the boy who lived with the legendary sorcerer who shaped the magical world. Now he is equipped with ancient wisdom and forgotten power, Harry discovers that Voldemort is not the first Dark Lord he has faced, and that someone from his past may now be his most dangerous enemy. Update rate will be as usual for my novels: 6 chapters a week. This is an AU fic and will not follow the normal formula of the well known story.

This is a fan translation of 赛马娘：被黄金船气死之后 by the author 攻击性强123号. Please support the original novel. Synopsis: I, Myriad Dreams, am a passionate horse racing enthusiast whose hobby is collecting all the support cards and cute little Uma Musume. That day, Myriad Dreams was using Gold Ship to farm parent runs, diligently grinding over a hundred times, but she didn't even catch a glimpse of any 9 Star Sparks. Just when she was about to give up— Suddenly, six dazzling colored circles lit up on the Stamina bar at the same time! "Six colored rings, a 50% success rate! If this still fails, then I'll..." Myriad Dreams was so excited that she was incoherent, as if she had already touched the dawn of victory. Then, a line of text coldly popped up on the screen: [Failure] Dreams was stunned. "Others make it with a 1% chance of success, but I had six lottery tickets and a 50% chance of success... and it all just vanished like that?" At that moment, it felt as if Gold Ship had kicked her into an abyss of despair. Just like that, Dreams was gone. Cause of death: Died from being angered by luck and an Uma Musume named Golden Ship. And the moment Myriad Dreams died, a newborn Uma Musume came into the world... Advanced chapters can be found on my Patreon. [https://patreon.com/Chungus_TL]

At a young age Harry solves a puzzle that mystified the wizarding world for more than a thousand years. After that his life changed forever as he carved out a path entirely his own and changed the very foundation of wizarding society. This is a world far different from cannon with many changes and expansions to lore both small and large that will effect the past, and present. massively AU sequel posted

Dark. Gritty. Unflinching. No chosen-one destiny. No mercy. Just power, consequences, and a kid who refuses to stay broken. This is Harry Potter for readers who want the magic without the safety net. Harry Potter has always known two truths: his parents are dead, and the Dursleys wish he was too. Then a forbidden ritual tears him into a second life every time he closes his eyes. In this other world, James and Lily Potter are very much alive. The Potter name opens every door, buys every secret, and hides bodies when necessary. Wizards and Muggles fought a war that burned the planet half to ash—radiation zones, poison skies, and a society rebuilt on blood oaths, resurrection curses, and the kind of power that doesn’t ask permission. By day in Privet Drive, Harry trains in secret with a silver revolver that carries the memories of a dead gunslinger and a magic ring full of spells designed to end fights fast. By night in Potter Manor, he learns alchemy that breaks bones and minds, combat enhancement charms that turn a skinny kid into a weapon, and the brutal politics of a world where “savior” is just another word for survivor. As he prepares to board the Hogwarts Express in both realities, Harry discovers the war never really ended. Old enemies wear friendly smiles. Friends have blood on their hands. And the boy who lived might have to kill his way through the lies if he wants to protect the people he loves—on either side of the divide.

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone. "Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy. "Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house. Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?" "As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife. "He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said. The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long. He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air. Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise. Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"