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Twin sisters Kelly and Kaida Kline are both innocent women, that get caught up in the deadly world of Supernatural as they both made a terrible mistake of sleeping with the Devil, Lucifer himself and his brother, Archangel Michael.

They both have children. Jack Kline the son of Lucifer and the first Nephilim. And his cousin, Alexandria Kline, the daughter of Michael and the first Nephalem (half angel and half demon) in existence. Two kids born to the two most powerful Archangel's. Michael and Lucifer.

Twin sisters Kelly and Kaida Kline are both innocent women, that get caught up in the deadly world of Supernatural as they both made a terrible mistake of sleeping with the devil, Lucifer himself and his brother, Archangel Michael. 


They both have children. Jack Kline the son of Lucifer and the first Nephilim. And his cousin, Alexandria Kline, the daughter of Michael and the first Nephalem (half angel and half demon) in existence. Two kids born to the two most powerful Archangel's. Michael and Lucifer.

a book of great powers of two halfs of a whole one good and one evil and love of two people

Tripar and his Dog, Rywar, have to go out and get the “Lost Stone”, which is a stone that turns you into a god, in order to defeat the evil tyrant leader of the US at the time Michael Stevens.

*This Is Book 1 of a 2 part series*

Sheriff Sam Holden sat in his office, rubbing his hands nervously. Despite the seeming peace, his mind was processing the frightening events that happened in the past.
Camp Crystal Lake.
A place that has flourished as had a reputation of one of the best summer camps for children since its foundation in 1935 until strange and macabre things started to occur there. It all began in 1986 when one of the camp counselors named David Connelly suddenly started acting weird. No one could understand the sudden aggression in him which finally resulted in him murdering the rest of the counselors with an axe. The children were quickly evacuated from the camp when the police arrived. One of the last counselors managed to call the police before David got his hands on her as well. Sam Holden was a young man then and held the rank of a deputy in those years, but the scene of interrogation was still clear in his mind like if it happened yesterday.
"David, I need you to calm down," sheriff Harrison said, addressing the culprit. "I know it's a stress for you, but you must stay calm so we can speak."
David Connelly lifted his eyes to the sheriff and his deputy, and Sam noticed the young man's eyes being red from tears. But it wasn't what made his heart skip a beat. He could see from the man's glance that he was innocent despite having blood on his hands.
"Sheriff…" Connelly began talking "I know you're not going to believe me, nor I expect you to. But one thing I want you to know: those people were my friends and colleagues, and I would have never harmed them."
"So why did you kill them?" sheriff asked. "What made you do that?"
"Exactly, I was forced to kill," David replied. Sheriff Harrison tilted his head in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"When I committed those murders, I wasn't thinking for myself," David explained. "It was like… something was controlling me, like if I were a puppet. But before everything started, I saw like… memories flashing in my mind, the memories that weren't even mine."
Sheriff and Sam exchanged glances, both looking very confused. What Connelly said just made no sense.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"Deputy, if I knew what it all means, I would have explained it to you more clearly," Connelly switched his attention to Sam. "I wish I could understand it myself."
"Could you please describe what exactly you saw?" Sam asked. Sheriff looked at him in surprise, but let him continue nonetheless.
"It was all so weird," David said. "I saw myself being in a summer camp, right there, by Crystal Lake. And a bunch of mean kids were beating me up. But when I looked at the counselors who were responsible for the order in the camp, they just ignored everything, not even trying to interfere. I suppose they were boyfriend and girlfriend. They were too busy with each other to pay attention to what the children were doing. And that's when I felt… hatred. It was pure, unadulterated, and burning hatred. Not so much for the kids, no. It was hatred for the irresponsible counselors who did nothing to help. All resulted in me falling into the lake and drown as I didn't know how to swim. Here the memory ended." David sighed heavily and continued: "It was gone, but the hatred stayed. There was only one thought in my mind – kill those irresponsible counselors before they cause more harm! They must die! And so I… did what I did. And now I'm here."
Sheriff Harrison rubbed his forehead. He and deputy were silent, not knowing what to say.
"As I said before, sheriff, I don't expect you to believe me," Connelly said. "I just want you to know that it wasn't me who killed my colleagues. It was something else; something that controlled my mind and my body. I don't know what it is, and I'm afraid I'll never know. I know only one thing: whatever it was, it is responsible for the massacre that was done using me and it alone."
When Connelly finished talking, there was utter silence in the office. Thus it stayed for a few moments until sheriff ordered the two police officers that were standing near to take Connelly back to his cell. And while they were busy with the culprit, sheriff told Sam to come out with him into the corridor to discuss the matter.
"Sheriff," Sam began. "I know there is all the evidence against this man, but… I feel that he's speaking the truth. He did not want to commit such a terrible crime."
"Listen, Sam," sheriff said, putting a hand on deputy's shoulder. "I know you feel sorry for that guy. To tell you the truth, so do I. I felt the regret in his voice. But what is done is done, and he has to be brought to justice."
"Yes, but all the things he said…"
"And do you believe it?" sheriff asked.
"To be honest, I don't even know what to believe," Sam confessed.
"Look, the guy's mental health is obviously not alright," sheriff said. "There are many psychopaths who tried to justify their doings by "voices that told them to kill". Believe my word, it's a fact. Remember the Amityville murders in 1974? It's the most known example of such case. The culprit, Ronald DeFeo Jr. told the same story, that he heard voices that told him to kill his family. And here we have a similar situation. Connelly also talked about the intervention of something else that seemingly controlled him. So I don't even think that he should be put in jail after all."
"So you're implying that the most suitable place for him is a mental asylum?" Sam asked.
"Yes, I do think so," sheriff stated confidently.
And that's how it ended. David Connelly ended up in a mental asylum, otherwise prison would be guaranteed. This one event was enough not to bring the kids to this camp ever, and it remained abandoned since that day. No attempts to re-open it were taken after those gruesome events. But Connelly's case unfortunately was only the beginning. There were several times when groups of teens and young adults were camping there and ended up miserably. Most of them never returned from the deserted camp, and every time one of each group turned out to be the one who murdered the others. But the strangest thing was that each time the culprit claimed to be controlled by something he or she couldn't see or understand. They became aggressive for no reason and ended up chopping their friends with some bladed weapon, in most cases an axe or a machete; or sometimes, if they had no weapon, they used their bare hands to suffocate their victims or break their bones. The weirdest thing about it was the strength that each killed possessed, especially if it was a female. And there were a couple of cases when the murderer was female.
Sam Holden was more than confused. He ran through so many options in his mind, but couldn't come to one conclusion. One thing he was sure about though.
There was something seriously wrong with Camp Crystal Lake.
If Connelly's case was the only one, he wouldn't be bothered with that place till this day. But it happened again and again throughout the years. It was becoming suspicious, and that's why Holden concluded that it wasn't the fault of people who visited the camp.
It was the camp itself.
And then, after the last such case happened in 1996, the authorities made a decision to remove Camp Crystal Lake from the maps, directories, and all the databases. Camp Crystal Lake officially stopped existing since that year, and it was peace for all these years. That's why sheriff Holden couldn't understand why the thoughts of that damned place haunt him to this day.
Although he generally wasn't into such thing as horror genre, but he sure had heard of a horror movie franchise known as "Friday the 13th" and its main antagonist, Jason Voorhees – an unstoppable killing machine in a hockey mask. It looks like the creators of those movies were aware of what happened in a real Camp Crystal Lake, so in the result the movies seem to be inspired by a true story. But there is something that just doesn't add up. Connelly's case was the first one that happened in 1986, and the first Friday the 13th movie came out in 1980. So is it actually vice versa? Was Connelly inspired by those movies then? It could seem that way, but he had never mentioned them. He spoke like he had never seen any of those movies. And yet his and the rest of the cases were eerily similar to the movie events, although such characters as Jason Voorhees or his mother were completely fictional. There was definitely something strange and frightening about that camp, and sheriff Holden couldn't understand what exactly it was. He felt his head would explode soon from all these thoughts when his deputy Rick Johnson entered the office.
"Sam, there are two guys waiting outside the door," he said. "Remember the three girls that went missing on Saturday? Those guys said that they found them."
"Is that right?" Sam raised his eyebrows. "Invite them in then."
Deputy nodded and called for the visitors to come in. Sheriff watched the two young men enter the office, and judging by their faces, he thought that they were brothers. One of them was holding a poster with the photos of the three missing teenage girls; one of those posters that were hanged around the town.
"Good day, sheriff," one of the men greeted him. Sam greeted them back.
"Good day, gentlemen," he said. "Please introduce yourselves first."
"I'm Charles Ferguson," one of the men said and then pointed to the other one. "And this is my brother Michael."
"Alright then. So, the deputy told me you found the missing girls. Is that right?"
"Yes, sir," Chuck replied, putting the poster on sheriff's desk. "Those are the ones, we are absolutely sure. We recognized the faces."
"Why didn't you bring them here then?" Sam asked. Chuck and Mike exchanged glances, and then Chuck finally said:
"Because we found them dead, sir."

Sandra has always been obsessed with horror, especially Friday the 13th movie franchise. And one day, two of her best friends invite her on a camping trip to Swartswood Lake on Friday, June 13th, the birth date of Jason Voorhees. After spending a night of fun with friends, Sandra returns home, but soon she begins to feel that something is not right...

　On the second day after announcing his resignation as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore transferred the authority of the headmaster to Professor McGonagall, and went from Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic.
　　In the magnificent Ministry of Magic hall, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge walked quickly to Dumbledore and said with a smile: "Professor Dumbledore, welcome to the Ministry. We have been waiting for you for a long time. ."
　　Dumbledore nodded to the enthusiastic Connelly, and then said, "Minister Fudge, I wonder if all the members of the special investigation team are already in place?"
　　Connelly nodded and began to explain to Dumbledore the current situation of the special investigation team.
　　"The establishment of the special investigation team has been in preparation for a long time. We have drawn many elite wizards from various departments, especially the Auror Command. Now the special investigation team has a total of 30 people, and there are two deputy team leaders. Moody and Kingsley Shackleh acted, Professor Dumbledore, you should be familiar with them." Connelly said as he invited Dumbledore into the elevator.
　　After pressing the button on the third floor, Connelly smiled and said to Dumbledore: "We temporarily cleaned an office in the Magic Law Enforcement Department, and now members of the special investigation team are waiting for us in the office."
　　"Has the special investigation team begun investigating the attack now?" Dumbledore asked.
　　"After the establishment of the special investigation team, Moody's and Kingsley have already begun investigations, but I don't know the specific investigations very well. You need to wait for you to communicate with them in person." Connelly explained.
　　The elevator stopped at the Magic Law Enforcement Department on the third floor, and made a warning tone.
　　"Here." Cornell's interest rate first walked out of the elevator to lead Dumbledore.
　　Connelly walked to the outside of an office with the "Special Investigation Team" doorplate, and after knocking on the door twice, a vigorous voice said: "Please come in!"
　　As soon as Connelly and Dumbledore walked into the office, the famous Auror Captain Crazy Eye Moody walked quickly over, because he had a wooden prosthetic leg, so his pace was a bit uncoordinated.
　　"Minister Fudge, Professor Dumbledore!" Moody walked to the two and greeted them.
　　"Alastor!" Dumbledore responded with a smile.
　　"Captain Moody, you already know that Professor Dumbledore will lead the special investigation team. Then you will report to Professor Dumbledore on the progress of your investigation. I will leave if I have something to deal with." After Connelly finished speaking to Moody, he said to Dumbledore next to him somewhat apologetically: "Professor Dumbledore is sorry. Recently the Ministry of Magic has too much business, I can only accompany you here."
　　"It's okay, Minister Fudge, then I will be alone with Moody's to understand the current investigation progress, you can go ahead." Dumbledore nodded to Connelly.
　　After Connelly left, Moody introduced to Dumbledore the members of the special investigation team currently in the office, and then took Dumbledore into a compartment in the office.
　　"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want to know first?" Moody took a sip of his wine after sitting in a chair, and then asked.
　　"Let's talk about the composition of the special investigation team first. Although Minister Fudge just said some, it is not very detailed." Dumbledore replied.
　　"Okay!" Moody nodded, put down the hip flask in his hand and continued: "If the special investigation team does not include you, there are 30 members in total. Kingsley and I are the deputy team leaders, and 10 of the remaining 28 people. I personally selected the names from Aurors. They are all elites. Then there are 10 people drawn from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, 4 people drawn from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and from the Department of International Magic Cooperation and the Department of Magic Transportation. 2 people selected. Since we will involve various investigations and are relatively independent during the investigation process, basically every department has selected some people.
 
In order to facilitate the timely handling of special problems. Of course, when we encounter a particularly serious problem and our investigation team is not strong enough, we can also apply for help from other departments. "　　Moody paused for a while, took a sip of the wine, and said conclusively: "Although I am only familiar with the Auror team, I can also see that the people who have been drawn are all elites from various departments. The Ministry of Magic is particularly concerned about this. The investigation team takes it seriously."
　　Dumbledore helped his glasses, nodded and said, "Very good!"
　　Dumbledore asked immediately: "How is the progress of the investigation now?"
　　Moody straightened his body and said with a serious face: "Things are more difficult than we thought, and the investigation is very difficult!"
　　"What's the situation, tell me more carefully?" Dumbledore had long known that the investigation would not be easy, his expression didn't fluctuate, and he said calmly.
　　"Our current investigation is centered on the group of monsters that attacked Hogwarts, but based on the monster materials provided by Snape, we did a more careful inspection. and the results Nep said the same, but this kind of dark magic transformation ritual is very common, and many dark wizards do. And the dark magic transformation on these monsters almost destroys all the identifying marks on them. We can't judge these monsters. The location of the source, so the current investigation has almost stalled. What's more important is that we don't know the purpose of the attack." Moody's last sentence gave Dumbledore a deliberate look.
　　"I understand the situation now, and it just so happens that I have an important clue to tell you." Dumbledore didn't seem to see Moody's eyes at all, and after pondering for a while, he said softly.
　　"What clue?" Moody's magic eyes rolled around.
　　Dumbledore didn't waste time and said directly: "The other party's attack was the Philosopher's Stone, but in the end it was found that the Philosopher's Stone was useless to him, so he didn't take the Philosopher's Stone."
　　"Sorcerer's Stone, do you have any guesses about it?" Moody asked with a frown.
　　"There are some." Dumbledore nodded and continued: "According to the current situation, the opponent has the strength of a legendary wizard, but he should be in an extremely weak state now, and he urgently needs to restore his vitality, otherwise he will not risk it. The big risk is to steal the Sorcerer's Stone at Hogwarts."
　　"If this is the case, when the magic stone is useless, the opponent must have other big actions in order to quickly restore vitality. After all, there are only a handful of methods that can surpass the effect of the magic stone in terms of restoring vitality, and without exception. It takes a lot of resources. I'm going to apply for someone to monitor the various trading points." Moody stood up and walked out of the compartment before Dumbledore could respond.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN YOU REINCARNATE IN HARRY POTTER AU sorry this is my first try so please dont be angry & thanks for support

Casey set the carafe on the burner and turned to watch the stranger from the safety of the counter. She'd spotted him the minute he walked into the restaurant. Connelly was small enough she was acquainted with just about everyone who came to the Half 'n Half, and she didn't know him. Tall and lean, with thick midnight-black hair worn a little long, high cheekbones and a square jaw, he had a powerful aura of masculinity surrounding him. But it was an aura that flickered. He'd hesitated at the entrance, his eyes darting around the room, scoping it forfor what? For whom?
Something made him wary. Maybe even afraid.
Her eyes had tracked him as he made his way to the coffee shop side, watching everyone as he moved until he slid into a booth. Maybe the way he moved had caught her attention, an air of furtiveness. A man who gave every sign of someone in trouble. Maybe in danger.
Her mind began conjuring up the possibility she'd find herself in a situation where her Special Ops skills would be needed to protect him. Or anyone around him. Talk about a runaway imagination.
She'd hoped when she came home to Connelly, she'd left all of that behind. Still, life had a funny way of playing tricks on a person.
Life. Right.
She needed to get a life.
When she approached the booth to take his order, she was stunned by the electricity crackling between them, almost visceral in its punch. She'd felt as if a full charge from the power company's grid had zapped through both of them, indelibly burning an impression of him into her. Her nipples tightened and unexpected heat bloomed between her thighs.
Damn! She'd thought Paul had cured her of that kind of reaction to a man. She hadn't felt such chemistry since the last bitter confrontation with her former lover.
It didn't help when she saw a shocked look in his eyes and a tensing of his body. A muscle twitched in his jaw. Did he feel the impact, too?
Great. Just what she needed. Not. A man in trouble with an off-the-charts sex quotient. She dug in her brain for the famous line from Casablanca? "Of all the gin joints in all the world, she had to walk into mine." Of all the restaurants She gave herself a mental shake, ordering her mind to stop running away from her with absurd ideas. What in the hell was wrong with her, anyway? She didn't want a man in her life anymore. At all. Certainly not one who looked as if he'd come to Connelly to hide himself away.
Cool it, girl. Relax. Take a deep breath. Haven't you learned your lesson?
She drank two glasses of ice water before she felt cooled down enough to head to his booth again. Still, as she noted his breakfast order, she had to grip the pad hard to keep her fingers from shaking. God! Just call her a teenager!
Now from a position of safety behind the row of flavor dispensers, she watched him pull his laptop around and study the screen. Then his fingers began flying over the keys, his face a study in concentration. Apparently he didn't having trouble summoning up ideas for his work in progress.
He'd referred to this as his first book. Said he was "rearranging his priorities." What did he mean? What made a person want to write a book? And where did the ideas come from?
Maybe I should consider the idea.
The idea made her laugh and gave her a strong dose of reality.
When T.J.'s order was ready, she picked up the plates and carried them to his booth. As she approached, he tipped the lid of the laptop down and turned it so it faced toward the wall.
Weird. Most people usually shove their laptop or tablet to the side.
Casey made herself smile at him. "I promise I won't try to steal your ideas."
"What?" He frowned. "Oh. Yeah. The book. Well, it's mostly putting research together now. Stuff I'm pulling off the Internet. Nothing you'd even be interested in."
"You'd be surprised. I'll bet if the people in Connelly knew you might be writing about them, they'd be pestering you to death to read what you've got."
Did his face turn a little pale or was her overactive imagination at work? He scooted the computer even closer to the wall and picked up his fork.
"There's not much for them to see yet. And I'd appreciate it big time if you didn't mention it to anyone. No one at all." His smile turned into more of a grimace. "Please. I'd hate for them to see something in its raw form and maybe get upset about it."
Casey shrugged. "Sure. No problem. I can respect your privacy."
Throughout the morning, she kept an eye on him, careful not to be obvious about it. Every time someone came into the coffee house side, he looked up and studied them, tipping the cover of the laptop forward. He practically vibrated with tension until she either greeted the person by name or whoever it was paid no attention to him.
By now every one of her senses was on full alert. She'd learned both in law enforcement and the Army to pick up on signals, and every signal T.J. Buck had sent out since he walked in the door reminded her of someone on the run. He had to be hiding from something, but what? And here? In Connelly, Texas, of all places?
And who could be after him? The law? Something worse? And why?
Yes, Miss FBI/Special Ops, let your imagination run away with you. He said he's staying for two weeks. Long enough to do some writing and some research. And that's all.
Ben had scheduled her for an evening shift at the sheriff's office. She'd steal a little computer time and check to see if there were any Wants or Warrants out on him.
Of course, you idiot, keep in mind the name he gave you most likely isn't his real one.
But maybe she could find one close to it and go from there. Or maybe she'd find nothing. Common sense told her to leave it alone, but she'd listened to her gut more than common sense. One of the reasons she'd had trouble both in the Bureau and the military. To make things worse, her gut seldom steered her wrong. Something her superiors in both fields swallowed with distaste.
Which meant she had no intention of ignoring them now. She'd keep a close eye on Mr. T.J. Buck. Very close. But still keep her distance. If that was even possible.


He's discovered that his boss, international businessman Charles Bennett, is actually dealing in drugs and illegal arms. Killers are on his trail and Tate Buchanan needs a place to hide and use his hacking skills to get the evidence he needs. He finds it in tiny Connelly, Texas, where he also finds hotter than hot Casey McIntyre. After six years with the F.B.I. and four years in Afghanistan marked by a disastrous love affair, Casey is trying to put both her life and her shattered heart back together. Her instincts tell her that the stranger in the family restaurant has trouble on his back but her common sense tells her to stay as far away from him as possible. Of course, common sense never paid attention to combustible chemistry and it's not long before Casey and T.J. (as he now calls himself) are spending every minute together day and night. Can he find the proof he needs before the killers track him down? And when they do, can Casey use all her skills to protect him and keep him safe?
A man-in-jeopardy story for a change, where a kickass woman uses all her skills to protect the man she's come to love.


The Morrígan
alias Natalie Morrígan  
Weapons of choice Spear, sword, knives
Portrayed by Rosario Dawson
Mcs Mother 

The Dagda
Alias Nathan Rofhessa
True name: Eochaid Ollathair Ruad Rofhessa
Portrayed by Matthew McConaughey 
Mcs Stepfather 

Summer court  Seele
Summer Queen
Name Titania
Alias: unknown
Portrayed by Kate Winslet

Summer Lady
Name Lady Brigid
Alias none
Portrayed by Rachel Crow

Winter Court
Winter Queen
Name Queen Mab
Alias none
Portrayed by Jennifer Connelly 

Winter lady 
Name Lady Maeve 
Alias none
Portrayed by Skylar Diggins-Smith

Asgard pantheon
Thor movie counterparts too lazy to fully do

Greek pantheon 
Hecate Mcs Godmother/Teacher 
Portrayed by Angela Bassett
Zeus 
Portrayed by Leonardo DiCaprio 
Hera 
Portrayed by Angelina Jolie
Apollo Mcs Father
Portrayed by Chris Evans
Artemis 
Portrayed by Scarlett Johansson
Aphrodite 
Portrayed by Halle Berry
Ares 
Portrayed by Tom Hardy 
Hephaestus 
Portrayed by Glenn Thomas Jacobs
Hestia 
Portrayed by Jessica Barden
Poseidon 
Portrayed by Channing Tatum 
Athena 
Portrayed by Jennifer Lawrence 
Hades 
Portrayed by Chris Pratt
Persephone 
Portrayed by Alicia Vikander 
Circe 
Portrayed by  
Alexandria Daddario

Egyptian pantheon 
Amun-Ra
Portrayed by James Earl Jones 
Horus 
Portrayed by Drake
Set 
Portrayed by Curtis Jackson 
Osiris 
Portrayed by Charlie Wilson 
Anubis 
Portrayed by Xzibit 
Isiss
Portrayed by Nicki Minaj
Hathor 
Portrayed by Candace Parker 
Bast
Portrayed by Jordan Sparks


Yourba pantheon
Ogun mcs godfather 
Portrayed by Dwayne Johnson
Shango potrayed by 
Robert Christopher Riley 
Esu 
Portrayed by Michael B Jordan
Oya 
Portrayed by Tessa Thompson 
Oshun 
Portrayed by Beyoncé
OloKun 
Portrayed by Sanaa Lathan 


Love interests at this time 
The Max  I will do is seven please note they will join his pride/pack and Black Coven each has a reason for joining some may even be more interested in one of the women then the mc I'm eager to try this an will introduce them slowly. The first three are set an will be required along with one from Asgardians I'll let you all pick as for rest idc at the moment as it's too far away. 

Olokun goddess of water and the darkness
Hathor goddess of war
Circe goddess of magic 
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Time seems to just slip by when you’re Immortal not only does your birth bring omens of things to come your a outcast unwanted by either side on two clans who used to be close an to top it all off witches wizards and angels an demons all want a piece of you. 

A being who shouldn’t exist, yet you do an none wish for you to rise to power in any way unless you join their side but all you wanna do is be left alone realizing that’s not a option why not conquer this world no this universe show them the immortal emperors fury through conquest.

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