wizards

In a world shaped by a great war, magic, guilds, and a new frontier, an ambitious half-elf dreams of leading a guild of his own. The problem? He can’t cast a single spell. Armed only with stubborn determination and a strange scepter, he sets out to carve his place among adventurers and lead his guild to greatness. Together, this unlikely band heads into a land of uncertainty, monsters, and mysteries that few dare to tread. Gold is plenty, danger is constant, and survival is anything but guaranteed. But as the boy’s journey begins, whispers of darker powers stir along the surface of the continent and beyond, ancient magics and forgotten enemies long thought sealed away. His dream is simple: build a guild and explore the the world, however, the world has other plans.

Caught between the violence of the world, an orphan is taken in by an elderly mage. In the long quiet that follows, the boy learns from the mage both life and magic. (This story focuses less on built-up arcs, and more on character and environment interactions. However, I plan to write escalating story arcs for the protagonist as the plot progresses.)

In London in the 1990s, Harry was thrown into the garden of No. 13 Privet Drive by his cousin. In fear, he saw the evil wizard who was rumored in the neighborhood to do all kinds of evil. "Kid, do you know how precious the Moon Spirit Flower is?" "From today on, use your life to atone for your sins." As a result, Harry was forced to sign an unequal labor contract. But gradually, he discovered that the wizard was not that scary. He had a cat head formed by a curse. There was Lucifer, a talking stove, and a broom that automatically swept the floor. What’s more, the cabin looks like it’s just a two-story building, but it’s actually a huge moving castle! ! A year later, in the winter at Hogwarts, when Professor McGonagall was collecting Christmas homecoming forms, Harry resolutely submitted the application. "I, Harry Potter, am going home for the holidays!"

"Three centuries have passed. Once again the shadowy world is bubbly with life and vigor. Those monsters in legends are back among us..." (No-harem)

Elric's father vanished at sea under mysterious circumstances, leaving his son to search for answers. Determined to uncover the truth, Elric seeks the help of his former crewmates. Before embarking on his journey, he is entrusted with a pendant said to hold the power to reveal his fate. Boarding the ship Sunsetter, Elric sets sail in search of his father, but as he edges closer to the truth, a near-death experience forces him to confront a grim future. Now armed with knowledge of the impending tragedy, Elric must race against time, determined to change his father's fate before it’s too late.

"I'm here to decorate! What are you doing!" Kaisen looked at the weirdo who suddenly appeared in his workplace and tried to attack his personal safety with a strange wooden stick, and scolded him by saying something like magic and keeping secrets. He also used the obsidian block that suddenly appeared in his hand to instantly release a huge obsidian pillar for defense. "Bold! You still say you don't know magic!" —————— Traveling through the world of Harry Potter, he also got the block gold finger in the game [My World]. Just when he knocked out the weirdo who suddenly came and went crazy and was about to make a name for himself in the decoration industry, he saw the white-bearded old man in front of him. "What do you mean... hire me to be the alchemy professor of Hogwarts?" Also, what is alchemy? In the first year of coming to Hogwarts, he carefully disguised himself as an alchemy professor with some basic blocks. In the third year of coming to Hogwarts, he gradually got better and fought against the Dementors with withering. In his seventh year at Hogwarts, holding the command cube, Kaisen raised his middle finger to the boiled egg in front of him. "Watch out, I will demonstrate the framework of how the world works next!" ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ

Sirius finally had enough and said bye bye to the manupulative b@stard Dumbledore and left England with Harry. Stay tuned to find ouy what will happen now?

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

Harry Potter is done. Done with the manipulation, the backstabbing, and those ridiculous death-defying "quests" Dumbledore keeps throwing at him like it’s some kind of twisted game show. After years of being everyone’s favorite scapegoat and savior, Harry finally snaps during the trial.

He’s done pretending. He’s done obeying. And he’s definitely done playing nice. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter stops hiding the darkness inside him—and starts using it. No more leashes. No more lies. No more bowing to Dumbledore’s plans or playing Gryffindor’s golden boy. As alliances crack and old friendships crumble, Harry begins carving his own path—one lined with defiance, fury, and unapologetic power. When even Hermione and the Weasleys find themselves in his crosshairs, the wizarding world realizes one thing too late: The Chosen One has chosen himself.

Harry had enough after four years of playing Dumbledore's stupid gme. He is not gonna be a puppet that dances to the tunes of that old bastard anymore. He is gonna take matters into his own hands. And his so called friends, who are nothing more than Dumbledore's spies will finally suffer his wrath.

Many dream of a second chance in another world, but not every dream unfolds the way you’d hope. Reborn into the Harry Potter universe as a squib, Edward begins at the lowest rung in a society that looks down on non-magical individuals. Yet, Edward is determined not to be defined by this. Refusing to stay powerless, he sets out to prove that magic is more than just a wand's wave.

He lived in a cupboard. Now he’s coming for payback. When Harry Potter meets a snake in the dark, he doesn’t just learn the truth—he finds his power. No more being pushed around. No more playing nice. With Dumbledore’s grip slipping and old friends on thin ice, Harry’s ready to settle scores… with a wand in one hand and a serpent on his shoulder. Revenge has never looked this magical.

Maurise just wanted a stable life. Instead, he got a Hogwarts letter and a book on Necromancy. Become a Necromancer? Why not. With undead as servants and spectres as companions, Morris finds comfort in the whispers of the dead. To the outside world, however, he presents a different face. "I’m just an ordinary wizard with a passion for academic research," Maurise explains with a gentle, harmless smile, oblivious to his classmates shivering in terror before him. ...

“Ruling is the duty of oversight, to oversee instead of create. To govern instead of live. It came with power and prestige, with obligation and responsibility. Soldiers fought and farmers farmed, but to be King is to rule. To maintain the illusion of power one’s forefathers had built. Marcus didn’t care for any of it. He saw magic when he first opened his eyes, and nothing else ever compared. But the King is old and he an only child. Decisions had to be made. Important, hard decisions. No one expected much of him. Not in regards to anything but magic. They were right not to. Until the cube. Until it taught him what life meant for people not born into nobility, and that all his skill with the arcane did not make him immortal. That running from problems did not, in fact, make them go away. Marcus Sepsimus Lannoy—Marcus to the friends he did not have—touched something he should not have on the day he planned to run from his problems.” Inspiration taken from The Menocht Loop, A Practical Guide to Evil and everything else I have ever read in my life. But mostly the first two, though not overly much from either. Concepts and the like. I hope to do them justice. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling.

When Harry Potter’s name rises from the Goblet of Fire, it marks him as a champion, but it is the night that follows that truly changes him. As Harry sleeps, exhausted and alone, his consciousness is drawn far from Hogwarts… to Pandora. There, beneath alien stars and towering forests, Harry awakens in the body of a Na’vi. What begins as confusion becomes survival, and survival becomes belonging. He hunts, learns, bleeds, and grows among the People. He fights alongside Jake Sully, hears the voice of Eywa, and lives a life measured not in spells or prophecy, but in connection, loss, and purpose. Decades pass on Pandora. Wars are fought. Bonds are forged. A soul is tempered. Then Harry wakes up. Only a single night has passed in the wizarding world, but Harry returns with the memories, instincts, and scars of an entire lifetime. Magic no longer feels like words and wands; it moves like breath and will. And when the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament pushes him beyond his limits, Harry does the impossible, He transforms. His Na’vi body reveals itself as an Animagus form, born not of study, but of lived experience. The arena falls silent. The world takes notice. From that moment on, Hogwarts is no longer prepared for what Harry Potter has become. As the Triwizard Tournament unfolds and Voldemort stirs in the shadows, ancient magic, alien spirituality, and wizarding destiny collide. The Boy-Who-Lived is no longer just a champion of men… He is the child of two worlds and both will burn if he chooses the wrong one.

Hermione Granger always thought she was incredibly hardworking in her studies, even to the point of being obsessed, until she met Lynn… A study fanatic, a meticulous machine, a tireless monster—that's how students describe Lynn. A well-behaved student who follows the rules, and an extremely rare genius—that's how the professors describe Lynn. Until they peeled away Lynn's outer layer and saw her scarred core. “You can’t survive on just high scores anymore, so stop and take a break, okay?” — Hermione "Life isn't just about moving forward; pause for a moment and appreciate its beauty." — Albus Dumbledore

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

The war is over—just not his war. When a twist of fate throws Shadow Mage Harry Potter into an alternate reality, he finds himself in a world where Neville Longbottom is the Boy Who Lived… and Harry? Just a nobody. Stripped of fame but not of power, Harry must navigate a world that doesn’t know his name—while he quietly bends shadows, uncovers secrets, and decides whether to embrace anonymity… or rewrite destiny all over again. Because even in another reality, darkness remembers its master.