Lord of Mysterious Wizard - Chapter 476 - 453 - : Cooking_2

I am Uchiha Shirou! I represent all bloodline families in the Shinobi World. This is a world that values the power of bloodlines!Under the true Will of Fire, the rise of Konoha has brought about an unprecedented revolution in the entire Shinobi World!Studying medicine won’t save the Shinobi World!This is the story of my struggle!

I’m Kuna, a former countess’s daughter, working at the café of the Adventurers’ Guild “Shield of the Silver Wolf.” Together with my Carbuncle, Lulu, I spend my days serving customers with special drinks infused with healing power!One day, a customer from my own White Wolf tribe visits…With the newly joined companions, I find myself facing my family, who is trying to take me back to the Kingdom of Aluda!The happiness everyone in the guild has given me—I will protect it this time!This is a life-reversal story filled with fluffiness and healing power!

Strange not only becomes the Sorcerer Supreme after being reborn and possessing that body, but he also forms unexpected bonds with the Avengers, takes part in epic battles, and manipulates time and reality to prevent critical alterations in the timeline. However, despite his power and wisdom, his life is constantly interrupted by duty, leaving him no time to enjoy the youth he longs for.Just when he thinks he has gained complete control, in his sacrifice for the world, he is reincarnated again—this time in the Harry Potter universe, where he is reborn as Stephen Flamel, the adoptive grandson of the legendary Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel. Now, with a second chance to enjoy his childhood, Stephen embarks on a new adventure in a world full of magic.Notice: It contains yuri from a secondary character who shares prominence with the main character in later chapters.And no, it is not NTR. No problem.English version of my main work. On my Patreon I will upload the translations every day until I reach one chapter a day. I will post 5 chapters in advance on patreon. You can also watch the chapters of the Spanish version, and maybe you can use a translator. Remember that the worlds where the story takes place are not mine, they belong to their respective owners, only this story is mine.I'm not very good at English, so I have to use the help of ChatGPT for corrections. Please be patient.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.