13 ghosts the jackal fanfiction

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but I established the Hidden Leaf Village and raised the Uzumaki clan. Oh, no, that's not right—now it should be called the Land of........."

In the worst city in America, survival is the only real law. A nameless boy wakes in Gotham City with memories of another life and quickly learns that intelligence means nothing if you can’t survive the night. At eight years old, he escapes a corrupt orphanage and disappears into Gotham’s streets, where hunger, gangs, corrupt cops, and predators hunt the forgotten children no one will miss. He survives through observation. Through caution. Through learning faster than everyone around him. While other children dream of heroes, the boy learns a harsher truth: heroes arrive late, villains rule openly, and the city devours the weak without remorse. Years pass. The runaway child becomes a courier, thief, street fighter, and information broker buried beneath Gotham’s criminal underworld. With no powers, no destiny, and no one willing to save him, he claws his way upward through sheer discipline, adaptability, and relentless will. But Gotham leaves scars. After underground fights, military service under a false identity, brutal isolation on Lian Yu, and eventual training within the League of Assassins, the boy returns to Gotham transformed into something far more dangerous: an independent operator feared by criminals, distrusted by heroes, and impossible to control. Neither hero nor villain, he walks the thin line between contracts, assassins, vigilantes, and organized crime while struggling not to lose the last fragments of his humanity. Unknown to most, the shadows following him run deeper than anyone realizes. The blood of Catwoman flows through his veins. And somewhere in the darkness, the legacy of Deathstroke waits to be uncovered. As Gotham descends further into violence, the city’s ghosts begin to rise: forgotten children, broken soldiers, killers searching for purpose, and monsters wearing human faces. And the boy who once leapt from an orphanage rooftop to survive winter may become one of the most dangerous ghosts of them all.

Ten years after the legendary, controversial, and ultimately vanished vigilante known as Spider-Man disappeared without a trace, New York has moved on. The flicker of hope he once represented has been buried under the cheerful, ordinary noise of everyday life. To a new generation, he is a forgotten myth—a silly story for children. But on the rooftops during the first snowstorm of winter, a lonely shadow moves. And in a quiet apartment, a curious fourteen-year-old girl who grew up on stories of heroes begins to ask a dangerous question: what if the stories were true? As a strange, unsettling feeling settles over the city like a held breath, a forgotten past begins to stir. The line between myth and memory blurs, and the ghosts of yesterday might not be done with the living.

Kit Marlowe died on a Chicago subway platform and woke as an Imperial logistics clerk three weeks before Ferrix burned. Fourteen dead ISB officers move his hands now, and every forged credential, every loyalty he reads across a crowded cantina, costs him a memory he will never get back. Luthen Rael calls it the Janus Protocol; the entity that bonded it to Kit's nervous system calls it a balance to be kept, not closed. He knows what happens at Aldhani, what happens to Saw, what happens on Ferrix — and the more often he is right, the less of Chicago remains under his skull. A rebel medic named Cinta keeps asking for the person instead of the asset. Somewhere in the Coruscant gallery he frequents, a creditor is tracking exactly how much of him is left to spend.

Marcus died laughing at a sitcom, only to wake up as the star of a much weirder one. Transmigrated into Woodstone Manor with a "Poltergeist Production System" that looks like a retro 70s control board, he's the only ghost who didn't get stuck with just one boring power. While the Viking and the Hippie bicker, Marcus is busy managing his "Ghost Energy" pool to trigger "Audience Approval" buffs and investigating a secret vault beneath the east wing that the show never mentioned. He's not here to just float through walls; he's here to produce the perfect afterlife, even if the "Canned Laughter" button is currently broken and the system keeps reminding him that his spoilers are officially expired.

It is the twenty sixth century, humanity has expanded across the stars, culminating in hundreds of worlds that humanity calls their homes, safeguarded by the might of the United Earth Government and the United Nations Space Command. The UNSC. having struggled beneath its weight under the insurrection which cut a terrorising swath across the colonies. As a result, the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) launches the SPARTAN II Program to stomp out the insurrection and restore law and order to humanity's interstellar frontier. But with the arrival of a new enemy, the Covenant, an alien empire caste who see humanity as an offense to their religion, and are bent on one thing. The total annihilation and extinction of the human species, burning through humanity's defences and killing billions. Humanity’s only chance for survival now lies on the SPARTAN II Program. Now, In 2552, after 27 years since first contact with the alien Covenant, they have found Reach, humanity’s fortress world amongst the stars. Outnumbered and outgunned, the defence of Reach, now rests on a squad of the hardened and battle armoured SPARTAN IIs, including those of the SPARTANs known as “BLACK Team”.

Clint Barton didn't expect visitors in Homestead. Especially teenagers stealing from him in the middle of the night. But when Clint confronts him and realizes he's not alone... well, what's he's supposed to do? The Avengers have everything, it seems, but a family man. Featuring fanboy Thor, Steve's overprotective nature, and twice the Jackson as you'd expect. (Percabeth later on.) I just want to let you know that I have permission from the author LostHeroGuide go check out the story on https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11493775/1/Heroes-and-Ghosts

Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades and the King of Ghosts with many other titles. The person who's known to have more secrets than anybody else in both camps found out his friends and boyfriend's secret that had been kept for 3 months. As he left Camp Half-blood with the strong emotions of heartbreak and betrayal, he travelled through the shadows with one thought in mind: family. Arriving at the most crime-ridden city in the World, the broken King of Ghosts encountered with the infamous duo, Batman and Robin. With this encounter, Nico will experience challenges for the world and his life. Come and Find out, what our favourite King of Ghosts will face...

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"