The Touch of a Fallen God

In a world ruled by bloodlines and buried secrets, power is never given—it is taken. Adrian Vale is a devoted priest of the Catholic Church, known for his calm spirit and unshakable faith. Raised within sacred walls, he has no memory of where he came from… only that he was abandoned to a life of holiness. But beneath his quiet devotion lies something darker—something restless… something that refuses to stay buried. But some secrets don’t stay buried and some emotions are never meant to exist, forced to choose between: Faith or power. Love or survival. Truth… or destruction.

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"Ahh… my resurrection worked." After a thousand years, Salazar Slytherin awakens in the body of a young wizard and slips back into Hogwarts under a false name. What he finds horrifies him. Pure-blood families boasting ancient lineage? Half of them are descended from Muggle lovers or Muggle-borns. His so-called "heir" — a madman in a snake mask — is twisting his name into a banner of terror. Powerful curses and forgotten arts have vanished, replaced by flashy spells and wizards too weak to survive a real duel. The Founder of Slytherin is back… and he’s not here to watch his legacy rot. He will reclaim it. He will fix it. And heaven help anyone who stands in his way. #Relaxing #SliceofLife ○( ＾皿＾)っSupport and read 12 Chapters ahead of here at- Patreon.com/HornyFBI ________ Author/Editor: This is a new take on Slytherin like someone would feel after suddenly going to the future as he lived in ancient times. A different kind of HP Fanfic. Some parts of the story can be different from the book. There will also be some butterfly effects. Thank you for reading! _________ Original MTL name: ANCIENT WIZARDS RETURN TO HOGWARTS

"The heavens opened, and a thousand prayers ascended to find their thrones. But for one, the sky remained leaden, and the only answer was the lengthening of their own shadow." … They speak of a world spun from chaos— a realm beating with the pulse of the dead and the living alike, each ordained by the gift that shaped their existence. Power was not won. It was bestowed. Every soul awoke to a calling. Every calling carved a purpose— etched into destiny before the first breath was taken. Except one. Born beneath a sky that refused to recognize its existence. A reject among the chosen. Mocked by the world for his emptiness, until he embraced the void— and the shadows that welcomed him. But silence listens deeper than sound. And in that stillness… something finally spoke back. A voice forged of cold logic. It offered not salvation— but function. He reached for the light, not out of devotion, but to silence the hunger that knew no shame.   And the world shivered, unaware that this choice, was the first thread pulled from the tapestry of fate. And thus began the fracture. Through a system that whispered in a language no living mind could bear, he etched himself across the spines of countless timelines— and feasted upon every doubt ever cast upon him. The world shuddered. Its laws unraveled like threads from an ancient loom. And when the sky finally screamed, it was no echo of the cosmos, nor lament of the gods— but the bellow of him. The one who rose from the hollow of silence. The one who taught creation itself the terror of being consumed. The tapestry has torn. The loom is silent. And in the heart of the original dark, a pair of eyes—unblinking and starved—has finally opened. The feast has begun.

(This fanfic is not my property. All credits go to Casquis, the original author. I’m only reposting this story because I think it’s great, but since it’s on FanFiction.net, many people haven’t discovered it.) The Great War was a long one, millions made it, more didn't. Frank is an ODST, a human just like us, that has managed to survive the most grueling battles for years. With so much experience under his belt he has some amazing stories to tell. This are the life stories of an immature, not-all-in-there, and talented Marine just living, fighting, and being plain badass during the war.

.In order to make up for the regrets of his past life, Ye Fan transfers to the high school Ning Xi attends after his rebirth, finding the beautiful figure from his memory. In his memories, Ning Xi lay on the operating table, using her last breath to say, "Brother, I... I like you..." In this life, watch how Ye Fan conquers the heart of the soft and genius school beauty step by step. ...

"Success is a shallow foundation built on luck and circumstance. Failure, accumulated and stacked like endless bodies in a mass grave, forges the deepest roots into unshakable power. I know all this about power with surety as all I had were countless failures. After all, I am Vakochev, and I set the very Scales of Existence. This... is my story. Existence, is my Story." --- In the brutal Lands of Stone, where mountains move and beasts devour civilizations whole, power is the only currency that matters. Damian Vakochev was once a prince to a glorious power, but he was stripped of that power, family, and everything he held dear as he was left with a shattered foundation. In an age where tribes war for scraps and Neolithic Empires crush all who oppose them, where ancient beasts roam territories older than memory and Mana flows through the Lands of Stone like blood through veins, where Warriors reinforced by Mana who could go against entire armies and Primal Beasts could devour entire mountains, Damian looks upon it all and asks...why? Who said things had to be the way they were? Who decided what power truly was? Why could he not stand over the tallest mountain and declare exactly what power was as he saw fit?! Why did he have to follow the set path of cultivation? Why were others born with Land and Sky Physiques while he was not? What prevented him setting up his own rules and his own paths?!

I have been reborn in France, and luckily, I have the identity of the Crown Prince. The downside is that the current king is Louis XVI, and in two years, he will be guillotined. Since my father and the ministers can’t be trusted, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and reorganize France myself. First, I’ll make some money, just enough to solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for centuries. Then, I’ll strike hard at the nobles with ill intentions who seek to usurp power. After that, I’ll seize the vast lands held by the church, which sits idle. Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce will thrive together. I will be the greatest Crown Prince France has ever seen! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen10

Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, Xuan Hao initially failed to awaken his martial soul, thinking he could only live as a mortal. However, he encountered a village massacred by wolf bandits. At the critical moment of life and death, his bloodline awakened! The golden dragon dominates his physical body, breaking through all laws! The silver dragon controls the elements, ruling the sky with magic! With the twin martial souls of the golden and silver dragon kings, he tore apart the wolf bandits with his bare hands at the start, displaying his ferocious power. ...Yu Xiaogang: "Impossible! According to the ten core competencies of a martial soul, how could someone possess both ultimate power and ultimate elemental power simultaneously?" Tang San: "Before his Golden Dragon Claw, my Clear Sky Hammer is like plastic, and the Purple Demon Eye is a joke." Tang Hao: "Exploding rings? Before his terrifying dragon might, I can't even hold the hammer, let alone explode rings!" Bibi Dong: "Xuan Hao, become my disciple, and I can give you the Spirit Hall, even the world!" Qian Renxue: "I originally thought my Six-Winged Angel was the most sacred martial soul in the world, until I saw him..." Gu Yuena: "The perfect fusion of the Golden Dragon and the Silver Dragon... He is the only hope for the revival of the Dragon Clan." Years later, Xuan Hao merged the Golden and Silver Dragons, becoming the Supreme Dragon God, overlooking the God Realm. "This world still belongs to my Dragon Clan."

[Congratulations, Terran survivor #99598, for activating the Universe Assistance System!] Althea, along with the remaining 1% of the population of their home planet, stared at the holographic screen in front of them in confusion. Their galaxy was apparently ending, and suddenly announcements from an alien system appeared in their heads, telling them they would be permanently transferred to another world. The survivors were all very depressed. First, they were forced to survive in a zombie apocalypse, and now they had to survive a new world altogether? It just so happened that Althea was one of the few people who got the Lord Token, the ticket to controlling a territory---a supposed safe haven for her people. Althea looked at her very large stomach and sighed at an unknown future. Would she be able to build a good home for her children? And... would she and her husband find each other again? #Apocalypse, #Josei, #Romance, #BeautifulFL, #HandsomeML, #PowerCouple, #Infrastructure, #MagicSpace, #KingdomBuilding, #Adventure, #Pregnancy, #Game Elements, #System #LitRPG ____ Now an E-BOOK~! Please rate, ne? WILL HELP US OUT SOOO MUCHH~! Book 1: AMAZON: https://a.co/d/hy7Rocr GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203724162-after-surviving-the-apocalypse-i-built-a-city-in-another-world ____ READERS LOUNGE NOW OPEN~! (Readers ONLY please!) https://discord.gg/w8qKw2yaNK