Harry Potter: Veil of Secrets
Your decisions shape the fate of magic itself. When an ancient prophecy hidden within the Department of Mysteries names you as the 'Seer Beyond Time,' the wizarding world fractures. Old allies question your loyalty, and new enemies rise from forgotten shadows. The veil between life and death trembles—and you stand at its heart.I never asked to see the future. But since that night in the Department of Mysteries, when I touched the Veil and heard my own voice calling from beyond, everything changed.
Now, dreams bleed into waking hours. I’ve seen Hermione die protecting me. I’ve seen Ron curse my name. And I’ve seen myself standing atop Hogwarts, robes black as void, rewriting time with a single word.
Today, Professor McGonagall summons me to her office. Her eyes are heavy with secrets. 'The Veil speaks only to the chosen,' she says. 'But it doesn’t tell us if they’ll save us… or doom us.'
A silver locket appears on her desk—one I’ve seen in my visions. Inside, a whisper: 'Kill the Seer before he wakes.'
She slides it toward me. 'This was found in a collapsed vault beneath Gringotts. It bears your name.'
My fingers hover. Touching it could trigger another vision. Or trap me in someone else’s memory.
Do I take it?
Bruno
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The Avengers: A New Recruit
You are the new recruit.
Veins of Betrayal
The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds. Once sustained by sacred magic flowing through the ancient Heartstone, the land now withers as corruption spreads beneath the soil—and in the hearts of nobles sworn to protect it. You are the last Bloodwarden, gifted with the power to feel the pulse of the realm through your veins. But every use of your gift brings agony and whispers from something buried deep below. Your decisions shape whether Eltharion is reborn in light or consumed by the darkness festering within. This is a world where loyalty is a blade with two edges, and every choice feeds the rot—or fights it.
Fall into the Novel
I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.
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