Httyd Remake

In a world where memory is currency and myth can be weaponized, Matherson—a boy who once escaped death while his family was erased before his eyes—returns from the digital shadows to expose the truth. The system that failed him is called Edenfall, a regime that rewrites history, deletes resistance, and controls the living Archive that stores every soul’s truth. But Matherson is no longer alone. A rogue AI named Ghostbyte, a spy torn by loyalty named Nova, and a generation of myth-touched orphans—known only as the Children of Ember—are awakening to voices from the past. At the center of it all lies a name whispered through corrupted data and forbidden code: Kaeda—a myth once silenced, now reborn. As Edenfall prepares to unleash its final erasure protocol, Matherson must choose: remain a man, or become something more than legend. Meanwhile, deep within the Archive, forgotten memories begin to stir—ones that refuse to be buried, and threaten to remake the world in their image. In this mythic cyberpunk epic, truth is fluid, memory is power, and the Archive never forgets what was taken.

This will be my take of Wish of a dragon a remake that you will my main character will be Issie himself

When life breaks you, a choice opens up. Give up or Try again. Zion shared a similar fate. Powerless, cast aside, slapped with difficulties and failures he should have given up long ago, but he didn't. He chose to try again and refused to give up. Some wills don’t stay shattered. They coalesce, condense, and remake themselves. They learn with time that to suffer is their fate and to get stronger, their destiny. This is the story of that someone who chose to fight. Fight to win.

Shattered Chains of the Fallen Emperor History sings of the savior’s flame, Legends whisper the tyrant’s name. But what of he who walks both threads— A crown of light, a soul that bled? In realms where gods bestow their grace, Where silence hides what truth can’t face, A golden heir begins his climb, Too praised, too pure, too bound by time. They call him Valen Veridian, bright— A warrior bathed in sacred light. Carved by blood, refined by pain, He walks the path with ghostly chains. To the world, he is hope's own song, But something deeper feels… all wrong. And far beyond the empire’s gleam, Where ashes choke the fading dream, Another rises from the night, With eyes that burn, not plead for light. Marcus Alderwood, cursed by name, No thirst for glory, no need for fame. He seeks no throne, no holy fight— Just one man standing in his sight. As fate begins its crueler art, Oaths will break and truths will start. The light may blind more than the shade, And gods may watch the roles they played. A reckoning comes not from the blade, But from the silence vows have made. Two heirs. One lie. A fate unkind— A hero… a villain… or both intertwined? But still, both sons of fallen skies Were born to break and meet demise. --- Shattered Chains of the fallen Emperor

A Throne of Ash and Starlight Her blood is prophecy. His touch is flame. Together, they could burn the world—or save it. When Aeris Valerien was just an infant, her mother—the Starlight Queen—was betrayed and killed, and the kingdom fell to ash. Hidden for twenty-two years, Aeris lives in the shadows of a forgotten village, unaware of the magic buried in her veins… until a single act of healing awakens a power that should not exist. Across the desert, Riven Thorne—feared nomadic prince and warlord—dreams of a girl bathed in starlight. When fate throws them together, bound by a prophecy older than the stars, their collision sparks a war that could remake the realm. But enemies are watching. Hearts are tested. And love, in a realm built on power, may be the most dangerous magic of all. He is fire. She is light. And some flames are fated to rise.

"Martial Arts World..." Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn't belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. "Kiernan Hunter..." ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story. I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I had finally motivation to do it.

In a kingdom where truth costs your voice and fire is forbidden, one girl is marked by both. Raised in silence. Whipped for disobedience. Hunted for a birthright she doesn’t yet understand—Seraphina was never meant to survive. But when her blood ignites with ancient flame and a prince with secrets offers her more than freedom, rebellion sparks. As temples burn and kings tremble, Seraphina must decide: become the weapon they fear… or the fire that remakes the world. A dark, romantic fantasy for fans of The Poppy War, The Shadows Between Us, and burn-the-world heroines.

He wasn’t some chosen hero. Not the golden boy in prophecy. He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate, A mistake, a misfit. Not blessed by heaven. Too stubborn for hell. And now… Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods. The world had already been broken long before he came into it. People sinned, as they always do— And one day, the sky finally answered. The day God turned away, Everything fell. Cities burned. Families vanished. The silence afterward was louder than any explosion. But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind. A final olive branch—if you could call it that. A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness. Talents. Powers. Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared. And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared— Waiting to receive his talent, He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense. Instead… He awakened something different. A hidden SSS-ranked talent. The kind with a condition attached. A catch. And just like that, everything went wrong. Laughter. Whispers. Stares like knives. He became a joke. A disappointment. Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers. Then the bullying started. The beating. The betrayal. And one day, it nearly killed him. He lay there, bleeding. Angry. Humiliated. A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake. But it wasn’t. And then— A sound. > [Ding! Conditions have been met] [Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate] [Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world] Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him. He didn’t smile. Didn’t cry. Didn’t feel triumphant. He just felt tired. And then, something in him shifted. One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface: “I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.” Not for power. Not for glory. But because he was done being the punchline. That’s how his journey began. Not as a hero. Not yet a monster. Just a boy who had lost too much— And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage. The question now is: Will the world break him again? Or will he become the god who remakes it?

[Warning: Mature audience only] Shidaken was an ambitious man, driven not by hope, duty, or loyalty, but by the cold weight of reality. Raised in a world that showed him only cruelty and injustice, he matured far too early. Betrayal, oppression, and the brutal truths of human nature shaped him into a man who didn’t believe in ideals, only outcomes. Seeking knowledge and power, he joined the Royal Knight Order not to serve, but to understand how power flows, who controls it, and how to eventually bend it. For ten years, he endured the filth behind the armor: the violence, the corruption, the hypocrisy. He watched as the system he was meant to protect consumed lives without purpose or remorse. Still, he said nothing. He watched. He waited. As ambition means nothing without power. Then came the Lair. Tasked with exploring a newly discovered ruin, Shidaken joined a team of royal knight into the unknown. What followed was slaughter. His entire squad was wiped out by forces far beyond their reckoning. Only Shidaken survived. Trapped within the collapsing boss room, cut off from the world, he was left to die. But the lair didn’t kill him. It changed him. Bathed in arcane energy, Shidaken was remade a fusion of man and vampire with mind and soul of a human and body and powers of the vampire, reborn with power neither holy nor demonic. No longer limited by the chains of mortality. Shidaken has gained the power to match his mind. But brute force alone won’t remake the world. Instead, he chooses a darker path of manipulation, deception, and psychological warfare. With charm, wit, and a sharpened sense of control, he begins his campaign not to conquer the world... but to rewrite it. He is not a savior. He is not a tyrant. He is the answer to a question the world was too afraid to ask. In a world teetering on collapse, can Shidaken bend fate to his will? Or will he, like so many before him, be swallowed by the current he seeks to control?

In an empire forged by blood and strategy, Constantine is reborn—a mind from another world in the body of Rome’s most ruthless emperor. Haunted by ancient secrets and armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, he will stop at nothing to remake the world in his image. From the burning streets of Rome to the rising towers of Constantinople, Constantine’s ambitions grow with every conquest: new machines thunder to life, old gods stir beneath the stones, and magic awakens in the shadows. Enemies plot, lovers tempt, and empires rise and fall as the rules of reality itself begin to change. In a world where one man dares to rewrite fate, who will rule when dawn breaks over a new Rome?

In a world where the boundary between life and death fractures with every whispered name, Through the Veil, a Voice follows Solan Maelvaran—a fallen prince resurrected within a heretic's corpse. Bound to an ancient system and haunted by a living shadow called Wyrm, Solan is thrust into the Veiled Labyrinth, a realm of trials where memory, identity, and soul are the price of power. As divine relics, sealed Names, and forbidden towers awaken, Solan must navigate esoteric horrors, unravel truths older than gods, and confront the nameless force that speaks through his blood. His journey will unmake reality—or remake it, if he survives.

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq

Angel Hughes, a seemingly ordinary teenager, finds his life irrevocably altered in a single, horrifying moment. Subjected to a cruel prank by local bullies, Angel is forced to consume a vial of crimson liquid, unknowingly the last remaining drops of blood from the legendary and long-deceased Vampire Lord, Cain. This act, meant to humiliate, instead ignites a dormant power within Angel, transforming him into an unwilling heir to Cain's formidable legacy. Suddenly imbued with the strength, speed, and thirst of a vampire, Angel is thrust into a hidden world of ancient rivalries and deadly secrets. He must navigate the treacherous landscape of vampire society, where factions vie for power and whispers of Cain's return stir fear and ambition in equal measure. Hunted by both those who seek to exploit his newfound abilities and those who fear the resurgence of Cain's power, Angel finds himself caught in the crossfire of age-old conflicts. The ruthless Hunter Faction, dedicated to eradicating all vampires, sees him as an abomination. The primal Wolf Faction, werewolves with their own complex history with vampires, eye him with suspicion and a predatory interest. And the enigmatic Mage Faction, wielders of arcane arts, recognize the potential power within him, but their motives remain shrouded in mystery. Angel struggles to control his burgeoning vampiric instincts and maintain his humanity. He faces a relentless gauntlet of challenges: mastering his powers, understanding the nature of the curse that felled Cain, and surviving the machinations of these powerful factions who see him as either a threat or a tool. As Angel delves deeper into the vampire world, he discovers that Cain's legacy is more than just power; it's a curse, a responsibility, and a target. He must confront not only the external forces that seek to destroy him, but also the darkness that threatens to consume him from within. Will Angel forge alliances with any of these dangerous factions? Will he succumb to the monstrous nature of his inheritance, or will he forge his own path, defying the expectations of a legacy he never asked for and facing the opposing forces that threaten to destroy him?

The Story begins after the events of HTTYD 2 movie. Zoya, the MC of this fanfic, was reincarnated as a young Night Fury. Follow her as she adapts to her new reality and faces adversity to find a place for herself in the complex dynamic of humans, dragons and everything in between. --- This is my first story on this platform and any overall that I publicated in any way, so do keep that in mind. I also write it most for myself so don't expect regular updates. Anyways, if you're staying, then have a nice read. --- Also this is not my original idea, but my take on a fanfic by Majo_Kuro_Akuma that has been dropped for around one year as I write this (title: Not so tamable). Therefore first chapters are quite similar. Book Cover by GoT-God from Pinterest

In a fractured multiverse where ancient bloodlines rule hidden empires of impossible wealth, one young man’s fate is about to ignite a war that spans worlds. Eryndor Kael, a sharp-witted survivor from a ruined city, stumbles upon an artifact of unspeakable power the Astra Mourn, a sentient crystal that bonds with his very soul. Its whispers promise realms beyond imagining and riches that could buy gods, but also shatter the balance of the known universes. Hunted by cloaked assassins of secret dynasties and watched by councils whose coffers overflow with gold stolen from entire planets, Eryndor finds his only refuge in the arms of Seris Amara, a fierce princess of a hidden royal lineage who might hold both the key to his salvation and the dagger to his heart. Together, they are drawn into a labyrinth of floating cities made of sapphire, deserts where spirits trade futures for breath, and courts where jeweled masks hide conspiracies older than time. With every realm Eryndor conquers, new mysteries unfurl and new enemies rise to tear him and Seris apart. Yet destiny is not merely to sit upon a throne of emerald and shadow. A darker truth beckons: The Astra Mourn did not choose him to rule it chose him to remake the very fabric of creation. Will love endure when kingdoms crumble and reality itself begins to break? Or will Eryndor’s thirst for answers and the power to protect those he loves unleash a cataclysm that no realm can survive?

Countless stories will pass you by becoming stories of the past, history yet to be recorded. History is the imperfect record of the past. Knowledge lost within the vast sea of passage. Yet one man, yearns to learn them all, Zixin, Zixin of Longevity. An ignorant child, pawn of the stars, and disaster's appetite. But Fate's cruelty has different plans. Unable to use his ability, he continued to work, breaking down, until one day, the seed he had planted, would grow, ready to be harvested.

Remake: En el corazón de la existencia, Jehová, el creador supremo, se enfrenta al caótico Karla'k, el dios del caos. Una batalla épica entre orden y destrucción desata energías inconmensurables, moldeando y desbordando la realidad misma. A medida que sus poderes colisionan, las dimensiones, los multiversos y las lógicas de la existencia se transforman en un frenesí de creación y caos. Esto empieza cuando Dios, crea la vida. Estos somos nosotros, nosotros somos la esperanza que cubre el mundo con el manto divino de nuestro Dios. Teoría del "Combate Cósmico": Dios, el Big Bang y la Lucha Eterna El Origen Divino: En el principio, existía un ser supremo, Dios, que trascendía el tiempo y el espacio. Dios deseaba crear un universo vibrante y lleno de vida. Sin embargo, no quería simplemente pronunciarlo en existencia; quería que surgiera de una lucha épica. El Combate Primordial: Dios se enfrentó a un ser igualmente poderoso pero oscuro, llamado "Karla'k". Durante eones, Dios y Karla'k libraron una batalla titánica en los abismos del no-tiempo. Sus choques crearon ondas de energía cósmica. El Nacimiento del Big Bang: En un momento crucial, Dios reunió toda su fuerza y golpeó a Karla'k con una explosión de luz y energía inimaginable. Ese impacto fue el Big Bang. El universo nació de la colisión entre la divinidad y la oscuridad. La Creación en Expansión: El Big Bang liberó partículas, átomos y energía. El espacio-tiempo se expandió rápidamente. Las galaxias, las estrellas y los planetas surgieron como escombros de la batalla cósmica. La Herencia del Combate: La radiación de fondo de microondas es el eco de la lucha entre Dios y Karla'k. Los agujeros negros son las cicatrices donde la energía divina y la oscuridad se fusionaron. La Vida y la Conciencia: En algún rincón del universo, la energía liberada por el Big Bang se organizó en moléculas, luego en células y finalmente en seres vivos. La conciencia humana es la chispa divina que recuerda la épica batalla y busca comprender su propósito.

In a fractured world where ancient power and political bloodlines rule, Liora an orphaned warrior with a mysterious past has spent her life hiding from the prophecy that marks her as both a savior and a weapon. But everything changes the night she crosses paths with Selene, a cunning heir to the High Order, veiled in secrets and magic of her own. Bound by a destiny neither asked for, their connection sparks more than rebellion it ignites desire. As kingdoms collide, forbidden truths unravel, and war brews between the old gods and the rising chaos, Liora and Selene must decide: will they destroy each other, or remake the world together? Power, betrayal, and slow-burning passion clash in this sapphic tale of fate and firewhere love might be the most dangerous magic of all.

[this is the reboot/remake to Nevermore Zero]

In a world ruled by machinery and steam, Albert Forsken awakens in a body that is not his own — that of Lloyd Arnyth, a battle-hardened mercenary on the run from a past shrouded in shadows. Haunted by fragmented memories and hunted by forces he doesn’t yet understand, Albert must navigate a realm where magic is fading, metal reigns, and secrets lie buried beneath rust and ruin. His mission: uncover the truth behind his rebirth and find a way back to his former life… before the world remakes him entirely.

Abandoned at birth in a humble stable, Shirone was raised by commoners—but he was anything but ordinary. Blessed with remarkable insight, he taught himself to read at a young age. A fateful visit to the city introduced him to the wonders of magic, igniting an unshakable dream of becoming a mage. Yet, beneath the city's dazzling facade lurked a ruthless social hierarchy, where power and privilege crushed those who dared to rise above their station. As Shirone uncovers the world's darkest secrets before even coming of age, one question remains—can he defy fate and claim his destiny as a mage in a world determined to keep him down?

She was never meant to be his bride—just a stand-in, a desperate decoy for the sister who vanished on the day of her wedding to Lord Yu, the merciless ruler of the Five Empyrean States. A man whispered about in fearful reverence, a sovereign with a heart colder than steel and beauty so cruelly divine, they called him the devil cloaked in silk. But as the ceremony ends and days pass, it becomes clear—her sister is not coming back. She is no longer a placeholder. She is his wife. And with that title comes a throne of thorns: the weight of court politics, the gaze of enemies, and the looming shadow of a man whose touch commands nations and whose temper could shatter her world. Yet in the quiet between his fury and silence, she begins to see the man beneath the crown. And in the heart of the devil, she discovers a dangerous kind of love—one that could ruin her, or remake her entirely.

**"A UNIQUE EXTRA"** follows Austin Rosford, a once-normal boy who dies in a bus accident, only to be reborn in the world of a web novel he had read as a child. In this strange fantasy world, many possess unique systems, including the hero who holds three powerful ones. Austin awakens in an orphanage, having taken over the body of an unknown boy, with no knowledge of his past. Now, as an extra in a world full of heroes, villains, and hidden powers, Austin must navigate his new life and uncover the secrets of his new identity.

Fue un one-shot que hice hace algunos años y quise hacerle un remake, bastante corto pero espero que sea disfrutable.

✴︎ From the Elder Chronicles, preserved in the Sanctum of Eldor Six centuries ago, a new force breathed itself into the world — a power not born of incantation nor drawn from relics, but awakened from within. The ancients called it Maind, the First Pulse — pure, unfiltered life-force. In time, it came to be known by a simpler name: Hit. Across the scattered kingdoms of the realm, magic had long flickered in the hands of the few — charms and rituals, arcane glyphs, elemental whispers. But none could compare to the concentrated brilliance of Hit as it bloomed within the borders of Miravalia. It was here, in lands closest to the Source, that the first wielders arose. Two brothers: Justice Lee, whose heart beat with purpose, and Matteo Lee, whose ambition eclipsed reason. Bound by blood, divided by vision. Justice sought to unite and protect; Matteo hungered to remake and rule. They were the first to awaken to Hit — and they were the first to nearly shatter the realm with its full fury. In their final battle, in the Cave of Galmoria, Justice struck down Matteo at the cost of his own life. But he did not vanish. His soul, burning with all he had become, poured itself into the Eternal Flame — a spectral ember waiting to pass to one deemed worthy. That ember now stirs again. And so begins the tale. The tale of nations on the edge of war. Of bloodlines that carry secrets. Of one boy who inherits the mark. The Hit. The Eternal Flame. Will he succumb to the darkness or harness the Eternal Flame power to protect the kingdom and it's people?

Forty-Thousand Years ago, the six gods created the world in their image. Life sprang from unknown origins; however, throughout history, many figures have come and gone, influencing the times as they existed. In modern times, the world is divided into hundreds of different species and races, with the most dangerous and most peaceful creatures moments away from destroying civilization. Soon, the world will know of a new figure, one that is feared by both his own kind and enemies alike. All of this in a lore-rich, action-packed world that will never see a dull moment as our MC navigates this treacherous world, so intent on controlling him. I truly hope you enjoy this story, and I am having a blast writing it! This book is the Remastered version of Tenario: Realm of Blood, with a new sequence of events, better storytelling, and much more. The first version of the story was always supposed to be the draft version of the book. I knew that it was a work in progress, and that I was expecting to make a second book. So much so that just like the inspiration for this book, I planned to remake it; this time, it will be so much better.

In a realm where magic defines destiny, Eryk Thorn is a cursed anomaly. The only person in history incapable of casting even the simplest spell. He was meant to be a prodigy—heir to a powerful bloodline, son of fire and stone. But when he was born without a core, the pulse of magic that fuels all life in the kingdom of Veldros, his existence became a shameful secret. Cast into the Grand Magnus Academy under a lie, humiliated, and ultimately exiled to the crumbling Ashen District, Eryk is left with nothing… except a void. But the void hungers. When an ancient grimoire awakens in his hands, Eryk discovers a terrifying power: the ability to absorb magic, to break it, twist it, and remake it in the hollow space where his core should be. It is a power long forgotten, feared, and forbidden. the mark of a Spellbreaker. Now hunted by the world that cast him aside, torn between loyalty to a family that buried the truth and a growing rebellion in the shadows, Eryk must decide: Will he become the monster they fear? Or the savior they never saw coming?

Kieran was nothing. A gutter orphan in the lowest ring of Draewyn—a decaying city where ancient magic is currency, and the powerful hoard relics like gods. In a world ruled by elite Arcanists and tyrant Houses, he had no future… until a failed relic activation tore open reality and gave him one. Now he hears whispers. The Nameless System doesn’t show stats. It doesn’t grant quests. It simply rewrites the world—and Kieran with it. Sometimes it grants him power. Sometimes it takes things away: memories, time, even parts of himself. The worst part? It never tells him why. Hunted by relic hunters, manipulated by arcane factions, and stalked by other system users corrupted by madness, Kieran must master his unpredictable gift—or be consumed by it. Every choice he makes reshapes the rules of existence, but the more power he gains, the more he wonders: Is the system helping him rise? Or is it preparing him for something far worse? In a city built on lies and ruin, where magic has teeth and the gods have long since vanished, Kieran’s only hope is to rise from the rot—and remake the world before it remakes him.

In a world bound by an ancient pact known as the Accord, peace is preserved not by armies, but by the voice of one girl. Each generation, a child is chosen — the Voicekeeper — blessed with the power to renew the Accord through spoken word and divine authority. But when seventeen-year-old Lira Valenti is chosen, the world is shaken. Lira has no voice. Born mute, raised in a coastal village forgotten by kings and prophets, Lira’s silence is seen as a curse... or worse, a sign that the Accord is beginning to fracture. As nations prepare for war and old rivalries resurface, whispers rise of a sixth nation — one erased from history — and the possibility that the truth behind the Accord has been buried with it. Armed only with a glowing scroll of ancient runes and a constellation that haunts her dreams, Lira must journey across a divided world to uncover the secrets that silence has kept hidden for centuries. But in the shadows, enemies stir — including a rogue assassin with secrets of his own and eyes set on Lira’s every move. Will she be the girl who breaks the Accord… or the one who remakes it in silence?