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The Curious Case of Corvus Marvolo Lestrange

One Friday night, an ordinary man stumbles home from an office party, drunk, disoriented, and unaware that a single misstep will end his life. When he wakes again, it is not in a hospital bed, but in a cold manor, in a child’s body, attended by a sobbing house-elf calling him “little master.” The world around him is wrong, uncanny, and terrifyingly familiar. He has been reborn as Corvus Marvolo Lestrange. Son of Bellatrix Lestrange. Heir to a bloodstained legacy. A name that should never have existed. As fragmented memories of his former life clash with the grim reality of the Wizarding World, Corvus struggles to understand where and when he has landed. Is this the world he remembers? Or a twisted variation where fate itself has been rewritten? The truth becomes undeniable the day he is presented before a pale, red-eyed man seated in his grandfather’s chair. A man who smiles thinly and speaks his name with interest. Lord Voldemort. “Here comes my son,” Bellatrix announced proudly. “Corvus Marvolo Lestrange.” The man’s gaze pinned him in place. “Ah, Marvolo,” Voldemort murmured. “I sense potential.” “Yes, sir,” Corvus replied automatically. “You may address me as My Lord.” “Yes, My Lord.” Voldemort smiled thinly. “No need to be nervous. I am Lord Voldemort. It should be your pleasure to meet me.” Pleasure My Ass !!! Corvus wanted to say, but he just smiled weakly. From that moment, Corvus realizes that survival will require more than silence and obedience. Born into darkness, surrounded by monsters, and carrying a name that invites destiny’s gaze, he must decide whether he is merely a pawn in a grand design or something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by prophecy, power, and bloodlines, the greatest threat may not be the Dark Lord…
Sunny_Neptune · 86.8k Views

Max-Level Fire Dragon, Kaido’s New Recruit

I transmigrated… straight into the newbie village, Wolf Island, and my beginner’s loot dropped: Fire Dragon-Slaying Magic. Determined not to become the Black Dragon King’s dragon soul snack, Rosha kept a low profile, quietly training while waiting for the Fairy Tail hero guild to appear. Ten years later, the dragons finally show up but it’s not the Black Dragon it’s the Blue Dragon… Kaido. Rosha: “I’ve spent ten years mastering Dragon-Slaying Magic, ready to become an S-Rank mage in Fairy Tail… and you’re telling me this is a pirate crew?!” Kaido: “What did I just recruit?! Who raises a subordinate whose only goal is to slay dragons every day?!” Meanwhile, the Beasts Pirates are… well… themselves: Flame Calamity Jin: “Rosha’s fine… as long as that idiot isn’t using me to rack up billions at the World Government without sharing.” Plague Calamity Quine: “That Rosha kid is ruthless, treating me like some sidekick in their personal drama.” Disaster Jack: “Rosha’s daily routine? Eat, sleep, and beat up their little brother. Who’s the little brother? Don’t ask… seriously, don’t.” With Celestial Dragons, Thunder Dragons, Iron Dragons, Shadow Dragons, Light Dragons, Swordmaster Dragons, Azure Dragons… every type of Dragon-Slaying Magic flows through Rosha, forging the path to becoming the ultimate Dragon Slayer. A chaotic blend of pirate antics and high-level magic, this is the story of a rebel mage in a crew of terrifying powerhouses, trying to survive, train, and maybe even have some fun along the way.
teyxaf · 43 Views

He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact

Kailen Darkhaven had a simple, happy life growing up. But when a sudden misfortune claimed the lives of his parents two years ago, his entire world collapsed. His heart broke, his grades plummeted, and worst of all, on his sixteenth birthday—his final chance at hope—he failed to become an Awakener. By his seventeenth birthday, hungry, exhausted, and alone, Kailen collapsed in an alleyway, regretting how pitiful his life had been. As he drifted toward what he believed was death’s embrace… something impossible happened. Instead of dying, he awakened bound to a mysterious artifact—an object of overwhelming, incomprehensible power that defied every known law of the universe. For the first time since losing everything, a spark lit within him. With this second opportunity, Kailen vows to never be weak again. In a world where strength determines identity, status, and survival, he will rise above every boundary placed upon him. He will shatter every perception of strength. He will seize control of his fate. He will climb until he stands at the absolute Pinnacle of the universe! --- Tags: #Psychological #Interstellar( with advanced technology) #Unrivaled #ExtremelyFastPaced #UndeadArmy #NoHarem #RuthlessMC #Urban #Apocalypse #Mythical creatures( elves, vampires, witches, dwarves etc) #IntelligentMC(High IQ, deductive , strategic, high functioning psychopath) Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real names, places, or events is coincidental. This is an extremely fast-paced novel, and the protagonist becomes absurdly overpowered. He is not the usual “hero complex” type. The villain and antihero tags are not for show. If you are looking for a “goody-two-shoes” protagonist, this novel is not for you. Kailen is a morally grey character. Note for Readers (Please do not skip): Early on, Kailen awakens with a shadow affinity. Yes—it may remind you of popular works you've read… but this is only the beginning. As the story progresses, he will unlock and master multiple affinities, each adding a unique blend to his path. The shadow affinity is a nod to some of my favorite novels, but the journey, characters, and world are entirely my own. Join the Community: Care to interact with me and other readers? Help with things such as character art, fandom wiki, OSTs, and more? Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/d5yf4sgb3y
theartisan3 · 719.7k Views

The Vortexless death

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king
hutiBB · 53.4k Views