buffy dracula fanfic

Dumbledore always believed that Voldemort was the greatest threat to the wizarding world—until a vampire who has lived for over a thousand years showed up at Hogwarts, brandishing the school’s deed. "A thousand years have passed, and the lease on Hogwarts is up!" Dracula declares. "Headmaster, surely you wouldn’t want your students left homeless, would you?" Dumbledore asks gravely, "What do you want?" "Anything interesting," the vampire replies. Finding the offer simple enough, Dracula decides that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sounds rather entertaining. And so, Hogwarts gains a new professor who answers to no one. “Albus, I don’t think Professor Dracula’s teaching is suitable for the poor children!” McGonagall frets. “I can’t help it—no one can fire him,” Dumbledore admits. Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy plots: “My father is on the board. I’ll make sure he gets fired!” Lucius Malfoy smacks him on the head: “Dracula, ignore him—don’t go firing the board!” This is the story of a bored, centuries-old vampire seeking amusement in the wizarding world—and finding it in the most unexpected of classrooms.

Hello, I’m Dracula—the Lord of Vampires, the King of Dragons. I used to be just a shut-in otaku. After transmigrating into this world and becoming a holy knight named Gabriel Belmont, I thought my life was finally on track: promotions, raises, and marrying into wealth and beauty. But the organization had other plans. They “divinely appointed” me as the savior of the world. And after all the trouble I went through to save that damn world, the bastards from the Brotherhood of Light turned around and branded me a class enemy. Also, what's the deal with those little punks who go around calling themselves my descendants and bearing the Belmont name? Heaven have mercy, I may be engaged to Maria, but I’ve never even touched her! After endless battles and bloodshed, I finally became an invincible being. Then out of nowhere, a system popped up and forced me to save the world again. After all, a man can't live for himself alone. But how did a shut-in like me end up as Dracula?! I quit. I’m done. Lord Dracula, King of Vampires, is once again enjoying an absolutely splendid day of doing nothing. [Note: This is a Translation]

Before the old ones came to power there were whispers of a being so powerful that it brought all deities fear just with the mention of its name. Known to be the first being to come into being the Titan was feared by all. His very name calls his attention to the speaker. The last old one to leave this world was said to have spoken his name and fled hoping to call him down upon humanity in one final act of revenge. The old one was never heard from again.......

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Cole moves to Sunnydale a week before a sixteen-year-old transfer named Buffy Summers walks into the library. The dashboard only he can see logs the town like a battlefield: Adaptation Engine ticking up resistances every time something tries to kill him, Resonance Leech surging when he stands inside three meters of a Slayer or a Hellmouth or the wrong kind of demon. The Aegis Bonds list five names he has bled to keep alive — his mother, his younger brother, the classmate he saved on day one, Buffy, and the witch named Amy whose mother body-swapped her in chapter twelve. He intervenes early, badly, often, and the system promises that if anything kills him he reconstitutes twenty-four hours later on the nearest safe ground, minus most of what he had earned. Spike calls him the shiny boy. Drusilla wants to keep him. A demon collector called the Cartographer is filing his entry in a catalog older than the Watchers Council. Cole has already died once. The second one is going to cost more.

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Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

How did Quinn find himself in this situation? Quinn had thought that everything had been terrible and awful before now, but after his doctor visit, things had only taken a turn for the worst. What he had thought was a simple, maybe aggressive cold, had turned out to be so much worse. Quinn had lived his whole life as a beta. He thought he was going to live, grow a family, and die a beta. He had no idea what had changed. Was it his heartbreak? The fact that he had longed to be loved properly by his best friend who was an alpha? He hoped that wasn’t the case, because this was the worst possible outcome that could happen. He would not, could not, baby trap anyone. Especially when he didn’t even know who the father of the child in his stomach was to begin with. One night of out of character fun had ruined his life, forever. How was he going to hide this? Could he even hide this? What happened when his friends started asking questions? What happened when he started showing? Was he going to have to quit his job? He hadn’t even gotten over his crush on his best friend, and now he was pregnant?! Everything was truly falling apart.