altair malik fanfic

Poor boy, reborn in a magical world. For 19 years, there are no traps, systems, or special skills. Raised under the harsh yoke of the Malfoys. He didn't even have the luck to be born healthy; a curse prevents his rise in the magical world. A miserable existence... right? , what remains when you have nothing? Just the pursuit of pleasure. And maybe, he will become stronger... fucking? ------------------------------- This is a PWP fic. The world of HP has changed, what changed? Find out by reading. English is not my native language. It may contain yuri in threesomes and orgys, if you don't like that, get away. For advanced chapters: patreon.com/WalderBlack

It's about Altair's adventure in other worlds the First world: dxd, Second world: Tensura, open more world which I haven't decided yet but you could offer which ones Altair should visit

A young man at the prime of his life unfortunately lost his life to accident, but was giving a second chance in an alternate earth like world still in it's middle ages. Deciding to live his life to the fullest he set forth to change the world, by becoming the ruler of a nation and making it the greatest of it's time. Author's note: Hi guys thank you for checking out the fanfic, I am just a beginner and this is just a hobby of mine, so feel free to give constructive criticism and I will try to learn and improve my writing skills from it, thanks for your time and have fun.

When Altair was killed and found himself reborn into the world of Harry Potter, he thought he had been blessed by the heavens. 'Magic will be so fun. Work? Ha, just wait until I find my golden finger and rise to the top of the world without even trying. Voldemort? Pssh, I know the future, what can he do?' 5 Years Later, his parents are brutally murdered and he is kidnapped into a secret organisation of assassins. "Welcome to hell, kid."

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Author’s Note This work was created with the assistance of AI tools for brainstorming, drafting, and editing. All final creative decisions remain my own. Synopsis A Song of Ice and Fire – A Tale of Tide and Blood In the eighty-second year after Aegon’s Conquest, the world simmers beneath the surface. The great houses in Westeros stir with ambition, the Free Cities hedge their bets with coin and shadow, and in the fractured, lawless waters of the Stepstones, gold flows faster than oaths. And then—there’s Salt. A stranger with no name, no past, and memories not born of this world, Salt drifts ashore in Tide’s Rest with only an axe and an instinct that bends the world around him. He can feel movement before it happens. See openings where none exist. Fight like a man born for war—though he never learned how. He doesn't understand the power within him, only that it's real, dangerous, and waking. As slavers from Lys trade in flesh, Braavosi merchants deal in secrets, and Myrish plots curdle in the dark, a forgotten ledger changes hands—one that could unravel fragile alliances and shift the balance of power. Salt doesn’t seek crowns or castles. He only wants to survive. But survival breeds influence. And influence, in a place like Tide’s Rest, is only a blade’s length from command. Before long, men will whisper his name with fear or hope. They will call him Saltborn.

royaltytale this my au of undertale it starts with the story of Asriel and his lover and later with my oc-

A re-telling of the events we already know, but in a world that it's not exactly the same. An Issei that, despite still being Issei, has lived through much more than any other sane person has ever done. Being hunted by the mistakes of his past life, he'll try seek redemtion by helping everyone arround him find happiness in this world unknown to him. And along the path, you'll see that this world is also unknown to you. (Cover image by sekka)

This story is a fan-fiction of the My Hero Academia universe, and all rights to the world and its characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. A young man is killed protecting his sister in an accident, he is reborn in the world of My Hero Academia as Aoi Kanzaki with a quirk inspired by the vital instruments power system of Gachiakuta. (essentially rudo but without needing the gloves). His abilities and strength depends on his creativity. No edgy MC, just a normal person with normal emotions and perspectives. Open to any creative vital instruments people come up with, feel free to share your ideas and I will try and incorporate them. This is my first novel so go easy on me but feel free to give any constructive criticism. Thank you so much.

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?"