Novel & Cerita My Hero Academia Fantasy Au

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

Almighty Heroes’ Ability: Mind Reading [A guy with a lowest ranked among the Heroes present but is extremely dangerous when it become serious as he can read what was your weakness] Name: Cassie Ver Age: 20 years old Identity: Hero HA7 Additional Identity: Superstar [Actress] Ability: Love-sick Potion Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [She will glance in a direct way at someone eyes if they give her a moment of interest, causing for the victim person to have lovesickness towards her for a long time]

he added. When the moon finally shows, they can hear the scary sounds of howls and grunts. The two were still watching Emily’s form; slowly, she was wearing a white dress with a jeweled star attached to her forehead. She was terrific if it was just an ordinary day, but there’s no ordinary when it comes to fantasy. It was realistic; it was something powerful. Emily blinks opens her eyes and turns a bloody red. She was breathtakingly powerful and vicious. "Burn," she mumbled.

My jaw was probably on the floor from how easily she read my thoughts, and now I was more certain that she was the answer to my prayers. In fact, a part of me was tempted to ask for a potion that would make my mother finally love me, but I knew that she hated me far too much and even the strongest magic potion couldn’t reverse it. “Yes, that’s right,” I nodded. “Give me the young man’s name and hold your hand out to me,” she instructed. “Ace Jackson,” I responded eagerly and stretched a hand towards her. I gasped when she poked my pinkie finger with a claw and it started to bleed out, but she didn’t even blink in my direction as she directed the blood into the potion bottle in her hand and s

A mix of relief and anxiety stirred within me. His eyelids twitched open. His voice was rough. "Turtela you shouldn’t be here." My eyes welled up with tears. "You shouldn’t either. What’s going on?" He coughed, grimacing. That’s when I saw the bruises, the scorched skin, the remnants of dark magic seeping from his garments like a shadow refusing to release. "Audacus " he croaked. "Hes arrived. More powerful, than before." Hearing that name cut through the silence sent a chill down my back. I recalled Hailey, Ryan, Isaiah. All battling the surging darkness. And now Logan, clinging to survival.

Maera The night was short. I kept having these dreams. Ever since I touched Lord Fenrik’s shoulder, something in me changed. I kept seeing blood. A knife. And Lord Korran is lying on the floor. Then I would wake up just to go back to the same dream. The last one had awakened me to a fully bright day. “Goddess! Am I going crazy,” I said to myself. My head pounded. My throat felt sore. I touched where he had wrapped his hand and wrinkled at the discomfort.

By the third day, the academy had split. Some students whispered I was reckless, dangerous, too wild to ever lead. They pointed at the bruises on Elias’s jaw, at the chains still healing around my wrists, at the fire, at Lena’s broken body. Others whispered differently. They whispered about the fire glowing on our skin, the bond pulsing in the chamber, the way I’d carried her through smoke and blood. “The goddess chose her.” “She’s his mate. No one can break it.” “She might actually be Luna.” The tension cracked through the academy like thunder. Fights broke out in dorm halls, wolves snarling at each other over whispers. Professors snapped at students, guards broke up scuffles.

he says flatly. “And I’m making one now,” I shoot back. “If you want to lead me one day, you need to stop acting like you’re the only one who knows what strength means.” His shoulders stiffen. “Noted.” He walks away and I let him. RHEA’S POV: That night, I dream... not of fire or death, not of pain or fever. But of her. She’s flying, not in this world, but another. Beyond the rift, where stars burn upside down and magic runs like rivers. Her wings stir galaxies. Her voice is a hum, deep and resonant.