glass lilies fanfic

so I'm to rewrite the fanfic entirely and here is the result of it the fall of the Targaryen dynasty was nothing short of idiocy of the Targaryen's themselves but what if prince Viserys Targaryen the begger king in another life was not an obsessive fool what if his coin never landed -note the ages have been changed to fit the plot-

Fate was cruel yes, but Sakura hadn't realized how much until the universe decided to teach her by kicking her out of her world and into another. One with magical vessel possessing beings known as djinns; dangerous treasure filled buildings called dungeons and an infuriating yet interesting boy named Sinbad.

Follow the adventure of Wilhelm, a young magic knight with a mysterious magic. With this magic, witness as he passes through hurdles, not by using brawns, but brains. Follow his adventure, through the looking glass. **** No system. MC does not know of plot. I tried to make MC as smart as I could. No fml fells head over heals at his first sight. MC's main power is his mind, that he uses with Illusion. Not romance focused until I say so. Romance is not even secondary. Power progression first. I made MC look like Diluc with personality of Wilhelm. Black Clover does not belong to me.

A CYOA Fanfic from the writer McSwazey which is unfortunately dead since the last update on September 14 of 2018. I do not own this fic or worm. Story of a overpowered Psychokinetic who was inserted into the wormverse and fixes it in her own overenthusiastic style. Again I do not own this fic or worm. I just want to share it with you guys. I did not write it. So if talk smack about me stealing someone's work , I am not. To the original Author-san , if you want me to take it down then please contact me.

Inside a glass decoration shop on the side road a young man is holding a ritual then his head explodes. After a few seconds the flesh at the base starts writhing as a new head regrows like nothing ever happened, the young man suddenly opened his eyes panting. But instead of looking confused he seems… excited?

Levi keeps the King's Castle infirmary stocked with poultices and dressed wounds that should have killed soldiers twice his age — a junior healer-apprentice that no court official finds interesting enough to watch. He was twenty-four in his old life, a biochemistry student who had reread the entire Throne of Glass series three times, kept a private wiki of Wyrdmark glyph speculation, and died before he could do anything with any of it. Now he carries The Wyrdline Charter: a system built on Erilea's own Wyrdmark architecture, granting him the ability to read, compose, and weaponize glyphs that the world's fae scholars have spent centuries pretending not to understand. The problem is that the King whose castle he serves built his empire on suppressing exactly this kind of power. The assassin who will burn that empire down is still in Endovier. The war that follows her release is not yet written. Levi has a healer's cover, a Charter only he can see, and the particular disadvantage of knowing how the story ends while being completely uncertain whether he survives it.

Wanting to become a normal high school student after her family life broke apart, Sakura finds herself in Karakura. Meeting new people and starting a new, sadly her Soul is still attached to those who once knew her. How can she hide from those who dress in black, those with white masks, those who follow the black butterflies?

The Red Talons are a fearsome and especially wild branch of the Garou Tribes. But they’re also slow to evolve. In an increasingly modernizing world- their forested homes grow smaller. And the Wyrm’s taint expands in tandem with the Weaver. As the Red Talon’s numbers shrink all across the world, only the strongest are left to survive and fight for Gaia’s sake. And even then, the strongest Alpha of the Red Talon’s met his match at the hands of Pentex. All he had to leave behind was a son, a pup. Hidden in the rubble and remains of his packs destruction. Instead of dying with the rest of his pack, the lowly pup prince finds himself entering a new world. The modern world, beside the Glass Walkers. Begrudgingly, of course. ;) *** This is a fic in the World of Darkness universe. Including Vampire the Masquerade, Changeling, etc. But the Garou will have the main focus!

Ego took a look at the file he was given. In it was filled with someone called ‘Ose Leon’. ‘Ose Leon. Age-17. Blonde hair and violet eyes. Is rather lax in the matches but no one proves to be equal to him. Nicknamed ‘Japan’s Bloody Flower’. School: Teiko. Similar to Itoshi Sae. Possibility of going to another country or entirely abandoning football is high… *omitted*’ “Alright, let’s invite him.” “How about his brother?” “Well… invite him too.” Ego said in a casual tone, obviously not putting much thinking into it. After that, there was no more question toward him. … Until Anri went out, Ego stared at the beautiful and expressionless face contained within file. “Don’t… disappoint me..Ose Leon.” After that… Seeing his unpolished gems falling for the rumored ‘Japan’s Bloody Flower’, Ego: “...” What the fuck, I did not sign up for this! Warnings: -Butterfly effects -OOC warning -Plot heavy with romantic subplot -Slash / Yaoi -Leon’s existence and influence made difference in canon; thus, slowly turned into something like ‘AU’ instead of canon’s copy -What is canon? Can I eat it? Chomp, I ate it. X no transmigration, reincarnation, or system X

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?"