My Hero Academia Fantasy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

As the magic begins to take over, my chains break, and I am free. Jenny rushes into the room. "NO!" she screams. "Yes," I say, smiling at her. "I want that amulet," Jenny says. She walks toward me, but now I am more powerful than any witch in the city. I will kill them all and enjoy it for what they did to my family. Jenny rushes toward me. I put out my hands and freeze her without saying a word. Jenny falls to the ground. "UMBRA!" I call out for her.

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.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

A small, shimmering creature—like a cat made of liquid silver—sat perched on her shoulder. “No worries,” she said. “I’m Lotanni. And this,” she gestured to the cat, “is Chi Chi.” The cat meowed softly, its voice melodic. “Familiar magic?” I asked, intrigued. Lotanni nodded. “Still learning, though. Chi Chi’s not exactly a warrior.” “She’s adorable,” I said, reaching out cautiously. Chi Chi sniffed my hand before nuzzling against it. Lotanni’s smile widened. “She likes you. That’s rare.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha