Paloma Malfoy

The world didn't matter anymore, breathing, eating, talking. What was the use? His Patroclus, his Hephaestion was no longer with him. Half of his soul was gone and would never return.

The Hebrews were slaves in Egypt. With their sweat and blood they built cities, statues and temples. During the four hundred years of slavery they did not forget their God. And God has not forgotten them.

There is a legend of a girl as powerful as everything in the universe this girl was the daughter of an impossible love between the Solo God (THE SUN GOD) and the Goddess Luna (THE MOON GODDESS) As this girl was very powerful the magisterium decided take all her power and put it in a ring, a ring so powerful that whoever looked at it would have greed and would try to steal it but the ring would not take all the power from the girl because when she turned 12 all her powers would come back knowing that the magisterium met and came to the conclusion that she would not know her real parents and that she would have 9 Guardian Couples of Creation...

canecaroxa

Lost in memories of his relationship with Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy writes a letter. Maybe you don't need an owl to deliver it. Songfic based on the song "today I remembered your love" by Tiago Iorc. Fanfic published on Spirit and Wattpad | Plagiarism is a crime | Cover: fanart by @alekdar (tblr)

Kathe Black

A Agência das Sombras

Em uma vila aparentemente comum, humanos e seres sobrenaturais compartilham o mesmo teto em segredo. Mas, quando a lua cheia prateada ilumina o céu, a regra é clara: portas trancadas, silêncio e recolhimento. É a hora em que os uivos ecoam da floresta densa, anunciando a presença dos homens-lobos criaturas imponentes envoltas em lendas e temor. Ninguém ousa desafiar a escuridão para além dos limites da vila, pois as gerações anteriores deixaram um aviso mortal. No entanto, o proibido sempre atrai os curiosos. Entre a suspeita de que sejam monstros amaldiçoados ou os verdadeiros guardiões da floresta, a verdade permanece oculta nas sombras. E há quem esteja disposto a arriscar tudo para descobri-la.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.