Asher Greenly never wanted to play football. But at Kingsly Academy--a school where the rich and powerful call the shots--he doesn't have a choice. If he wants to keep his scholarship, he has to suit up. The coastal town of Willowbrook might look like something out of a vintage postcard, but beneath the neon lights and old-school charm lurks something far more sinister. Student athletes are going missing. Some turn up dead. And no one is talking. Asher has spent his life hiding his darkest secret: he can see the dead, and they're interfering with all his plans to lay low for his first year of college. But when he catches the attention of Jackal Riley--the too-handsome, too-clever captain of the football team--Asher realizes he's not the only one keeping secrets. Jackal knows something about the disappearances. Something about the shadowy forces puppeteering it all. And something about Asher that he's yet to discover himself. Now, Asher is playing a game he never signed up for-one where losing doesn't just cost scholarships. It costs lives. And the people pulling the strings? They've already set their sights on him.

• Highest Rank #2 in supervillain • "Do you trust me?" he asked, still staring at the gray door. "Of course not," I said, as if the idea were absurd. A ghost of a smile crept at the corner of his mouth. His hand latched onto my arm. Panic started to pool out of my nerves. I glanced back and forth between his gloved hand and the concealing hood upon his head. Curiosity never hit me so deeply than it did at that moment, as I wondered who was under the hood. Who it was that I was supposed to trust. "Who are you?" I timidly reached my free hand up to his head, fingers tingling all the while. He didn't try to stop me. There was a brief second when excitement exploded inside me, propelling my hand all the more quicker, millimeters away from touching the black cloth. Ghost grabbed my hand mid-air, his reflexes acting lightning-fast. I started. Drums began to pound in my ears. My heartbeat rose about ten notches. He had his entire hand wrapped around my wrist, and he slowly eased it down until it was parallel with my body. "A villain can choose to reveal his identity, but not knowing is the beauty of mystery," Ghost said lowly, his right hand coming up to push back a loose strand of hair from my face. "Now close your eyes." Reluctantly I shut my eyes, but not because he had commanded the action. It was more out of fear of what was going to happen next.

While wondering around in the forbidden forest Severus finds a lonely stag amongst the woods in a clearing. What he didn't know was that his new found friend was his old school rival. And his old school rival might have been keeping more than just his animagus form secret. [ completed ✅] ( this is a book in collaboration with @deathbirbdoctor . They supplied the plot and have been helping during the writing process❤️)

The adults of Wool's Orphanage were completely wrapped around Harrison Peverell's fingers. They cherished him, dotted on him, gave him extra of everything, even when the Orphanage already had so little. What they didn't know was that Harrison Peverell wasn't just a boy. He was a boy that got memories of his past life, everyday, through his dreams. Harrison Peverell was the Master of Death, only, he doesn't know until the day he remembers that he is, which is about 17 years into his second life. Death is patient with almost everything, but he desperately wants to meet his Master, face to face. So, turn that 17 years into 5 years. ¤¤¤¤¤ Tom Riddle, two years older than Harrison Peverell, was hated and feared at Wool's Orphanage. The only person that didn't hate or fear him was Harrison, who insisted on being called Harry. Tom didn't know what drew him to Harry, he didn't know why he was so fascinated by the way his jewel like eyes shined with a sharp cunning that no 5-year-old should have, so he avoided Harrison. He did this for a year, but Harry refused to be ignored. At age six, Harrison Peverell got the future Dark Lord wrapped tightly around his finger with a simple sentence. "If you are what is considered to be a freak, than I would rather be with you than be normal and accepted." ¤¤¤¤¤ This is a Tomarry Fanfic. It features boyxboy. Don't like, Don't read. Status: on-going Highest Rankings: #1 in wizards #2 in 1930s #1 in 1940s #2 in harrison #4 in darkharry #3 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #48 in tomriddle #6 in wizardingworld #3 in tomriddlelovestory #4 in tomarry #1 in masterofdeath #1 in tomxharry #1 in riddleera #1 in harrymort #1 in hp #1 in ww2 #4 in timetravel #3 in orphanage #10 in harrypotter #48 in hogwarts

❝ you're a dead man, Sakai! ❞ ❝ okay! see you in charms! ❞ DRACO MALFOY x MALE!OC HALF-BLOOD PRINCE ━ DEATHLY HALLOWS BOOK FOUR OF HALLOWED HALLS CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE

Sylas hates parties, but when he's invited to a fancy charity ball, he goes along for his sister's sake. After inadvertently stealing a magical relic, he finds himself caught in a deadly intrigue, on the run, and falling in love with a man as dangerous as the magic now bound to his life. ***** At twenty-three, Sylas Lovecraft has yet to find his Sign. Signs allow Crafters to channel magic into spells. From the stereotypical wand to crochet hooks and stirring spoons, Signs can be anything used to Create. When a Crafter dies, their Sign becomes a Relic: an artifact retaining traces of its former owner's power. Highly prized and valuable, Relics are often sold at auction to the highest bidder. While accompanying his sister to a charity ball held by the powerful Spellwright family, Sylas accidentally steals a valuable Relic, unexpectedly finds his Sign, and lands in a world of trouble. Because the Spellwrights want their Relic back, and Signs are only Relics if the Crafter is dead. (Book One of the Devil's Song Trilogy) Content Warning: language and light sexuality. Cover designed by Adam Budny

Darren is a rogue werewolf with the ability to see the dead. One day, his aunt calls him back to his old pack to help figure out why their children are going missing. Unfortunately this means he has to work closely with the man who bullied him back in school, Jasper Trotter, who is also next in line to become Alpha. If that's not uncomfortable enough, Darren becomes bonded to the guy. Can he keep the bond a secret long enough to solve the mystery and get out of dodge? Or will Jasper figure it out and make him stay? EBook available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D6X5F5DN Story Length: [77,000 Words] Rated Mature for sexual scenes and gore. Top Ratings: #1 Werewolf on 10/8/2020 #1 BxB on 10/7/2020 #1 LGBT on 10/12/2020 #1 Ghosts on 10/16/2020

(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

Book Two of The Chaos Chronicles. After a god and a group of demigods used their supposed last breath in order to save the world from a certain death, they find themselves a little confused when they awake in the land of the living instead of the realm of the dead. Especially when they realise that the spell they used had a few unexpected side-effects. However, their quest to find answers leaves them with more questions than they started with... First Published 2015, Rewritten 2021.