wizards

Something ancient devoured the knights. And now, in the darkest sea, a new knight awakens. But this one is different, for it awakens with Valor, one of the noble qualities the knights once held when they were human. Slowly, he tries to regain the knighthood he once possessed. By building Round Table holds, reclaiming knight relics, and restoring forgotten codes, he seeks to revive the honor that was lost to the abyss.

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.

From the depths of the Dream Core, Marcoth is born, the shadow of a former physicist who perished during the Apocalypse. Now, cast into a complex world radically divergent from Earth, she seeks to compensate for the dull monotony of her past life ...

A man is reborn in the world of Harry Potter and goes on an unending quest to learn, discover and explore any and everything. Starts a few years before Hogwarts and will move onto the Hogwarts years before moving onto the Global wizarding world. Curse breaking, discovery, exploration and more. An MC who doesn't believe in magical limits. "If you can imagine it, then you can do it."

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.

From normality to something out of novels. From Evan Cole to Cato. Follow him on a journey that gives him wisdom and understanding while he pursues the ultimate freedom—a freedom found only beyond the multiverse.

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

A boy born in the slums yearned for what the world had in store. Due to the kind heart of a certain person, he could finally grasp the opportunity to do what he had dreamed of dearly. Now on an adventure, everything the world had in store was laid before his sight. The magic spells of regal mages that were as powerful as they were beautiful. The aura arts of valiant warriors, exuding strength and bravery. The holy miracles of kind priests that aimed to cure the world of its darkness. And finally... The evil crafts of sinful demons who wanted to swallow the entire world. Let us accompany the boy in his adventure in pursuing his dream to be just like the hero of the fairy tales he used to read. The series of both fortunate and unfortunate events that he was to experience. Being torn from the one he loved… Finding companions amidst the darkness… Finally reaching for the light he had long yearned for… And so much more.

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.

As the newly appointed 12th Fatui Harbringer of Snezhnaya, with the nickname of the [Ausbilder], or The [Instructor], Bai Luo feels a little uneasy. This is because the Cryo Archon has given him a task: to go to Inazuma as the Snezhnaya Envoy. As a world traveler, he knows full well the consequences of going to Inazuma—he will definitely be targeted by Raiden Shogun. However, if he doesn't go, the Cryo Archon will also target him. So he chooses to employ a traditional technique that everyone tend to use from time to time in his previous world. Slacking off.

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.

“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.

Following the death of his mother, Erzo Traliz finds himself walking the broken, racist streets of the slums — tired, hungry, and unsure of who he is without her. He needs to survive just like any other twelve-year-old boy, which means his hands might get a little sticky. People simply do not miss what they do not know is missing. This includes even the lowest quality of food. But what about high-quality food? Would they still miss it? Unfortunately, a certain someone believes to think so — and those sticky fingers soon wrap themselves around a situation where death's door comes knocking and a deadly conspiracy hides around the corner. Erzo convinces himself the only path forward is revenge; both against those that deny his mischevious hands and for his mother. Maybe a little bit of magic can go a long way. But is violence the answer?

Eamon, a young mage bound by a mysterious & evil curse, sets out on a perilous journey to uncover the truth and find a way to break free. Along the path, he faces deadly creatures, powerful kingdoms, and sinister forces that test his strength and resolve. As the darkness grows and enemies close in, Eamon must rely on his wits, his powers, and newfound allies. With danger lurking at every step, his fate hangs in the balance. Will he survive the trials ahead? And more importantly, will he ever be free from the curse that haunts him?

"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

When the angels descended seven centuries ago, humanity worshiped them as divine and built its world beneath their silent celestial walls. But reverence has faded, replaced by doubt as the angels grow ever more distant. Rumors of movement within their hidden kingdom now ripple across the continents. In the coming storm, the world must choose whether to cling to the age that shaped it or let it burn so a new world can rise.

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.

Misaki Haruto, an off-world engineer and accidental wanderer, awakens in a world where no one sleeps, the sun and moon trade 25-hour reigns, and every night brings the same horror: the Wave—relentless undead rising through a mysterious portal at the border of the forest. Villages do not rest; they pray. They do not bury their dead; they resurrect those untainted. And Misaki, dropped into this world with only his wits and a malfunctioning HUD, becomes the unlikeliest hope anyone has ever seen. Adopted by the struggling village of Mlod, Misaki’s engineering instincts begin reshaping the land. A moat that collapses entire waves. Reinforced walls. Siege engines carved from bone. A new guild system. Skills no villager has ever seen. And an ability the Weave itself recognizes—something between magic, science, and destiny. Night after night, Misaki fights beside Lyria, Riyeak, and the rising heroes of Mlod. Day after day, he designs, builds, and questions the truth behind this endlessly respawning world. Yet everything changes the moment the Crown’s army arrives—accusing Mlod of treason and threatening to dismantle the defenses that keep its people alive. Misaki defies them. Then cages their soldiers with a snap of his fingers. A forbidden purple aura awakens in his HUD, whispering of power beyond law, beyond reason, beyond what this world has allowed for centuries. Declared rebels, the villagers rally around him. Migrants join. The moats deepen. The guild is born. And Misaki—the outsider, the builder, the strategist—becomes something more than a leader. He becomes the Vorn’kai, the shield of a town that refuses to die. But the undead waves evolve. Dungeons surface. The Crown marches with a full legion. And ancient forest spirits choose sides. War looms over the land of Riyeak, and Misaki’s choices begin shaping not just survival, but the future of the entire region. Because if he falls, the undead take the town. And if the town falls… the portal will not stop with them. To save Ul’varh’mir, Misaki must battle kings, nightfall, monsters, and the forbidden power growing inside him—before the world learns that resurrection has limits, and corruption has a purpose. The age of villages is ending. The age of guilds and rebels is beginning. And Misaki Haruto stands at the center— engineer, strategist, and the first crownless king of a world where the dead never sleep.