I Am Harry Potter

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.

"Who am I?" Waking up in an unfamiliar room with no past memories, an unfamiliar man greets him, claiming to be his new guardian, Ifeus Lero, who then tells him... "Your name is...Topaz Oriole." A world of Magic and Monsters, where those who wield Magic are known as Mages. Every Mage, without exception, falls under one of eleven Classes, each with their own unique forms of Magic; Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Light, Dark, Space, Physical, Support, Tamer and Sneak. As for Topaz, his amnesia isn't his only concern. His Class isn't one of the eleven established Classes, something that's completely unheard of. The Wrath Class, a mysterious Class absent in the history books. Advised to keep his abilities hidden for the time being, Topaz avoids using his Magic in front of others. However, Ifeus's secrecy soon becomes a growing point of frustration for Topaz...it's clear that Ifeus knows about his past, but refuses to tell him anything about it, along with hiding the real reason why it's imperative for Topaz to keep his Class hidden. Even as Topaz settles into his life post-amnesia, forming friendships, rivalries and romance, the dark shadow cast by the mysteries of his forgotten past continue to haunt him. With flashes of fragmented memories, and some common sense, Topaz comes to the conclusion that, whatever he went through pre-amnesia, was likely far from pleasant. And unfortunately for him, the dark, broken past he has no memory of isn't the only issue to contend with. An organization bent on world domination makes its presence known, and operating in the shadows, is a dangerous cult determined to resurrect a powerful, malicious entity who nearly destroyed the world centuries ago and was sealed away. And at the center of it all...is the Fractured Mage, Topaz Oriole.

Herbert Halloway was a political and high-profile criminal (mafia boss) whose malevolent acts were with zero traces. He was wanted by the Nigerian government - five Supernumerary (SPY) female Police disguised as cocotte at the Oriental Hotel. Herbert Halloway fell head over the heels forthwith he caught sight of them. The five Supernumerary female police executed the duty. Herbert Halloway’s Achilles heel had been gripped. Amidst the police plan to apprehend him, one of the Supernumerary police discovered that Herbert Halloway was her father who saved her mother, Ma’am Akwete from being murdered years ago. She was coerced to disclose the police plan to Herbert Halloway and he was on the run with his daughter.

I never thought betrayal would hit me this hard. I caught my girlfriend cheating on me with the most popular guy on campus. I stood there, frozen, watching as she laughed in his arms—like I never even existed. And when I confronted them, I was the one who got blamed. Me. Because I was poor. Because I had no influence. She didn’t even try to defend me. And when I was at my lowest, when I thought I was about to die, something impossible happened. A screen appeared in front of me, glowing with strange letters. [Spend one million dollars within three days to unlock a greater prize.] It was a system—one that could give me unlimited wealth, but only if I played by its rules. With this, I could have anything. I could crush the ones who humiliated me. I could make them pay. But I quickly realized that money alone wouldn’t be enough. The man I was up against wasn’t just some rich playboy—he was dangerous, and he wasn’t going down easily. If I wanted to win, I had to be smarter. I had to use every trick, every advantage, and push the system to its limits. The question is—do I have what it takes?

My name is Joe Mzalendo. Mine country is Credonia, a third-world country. Born and raised here, I loved my country just like every other patriotic citizen. As I grew up, all I ever wanted was a good degree and a good job with the government. All that I looked forward to so that I could help others and see to it that things went the right way. I had a dream of transforming my country through fighting and nipping Corruption by the roots. I thought getting in was the right move and the only way to make a change. In the end, I was all wrong. I found myself imprisoned by powers I couldn't control and forces I could not break. Without options, I watched people suffer as I did nothing. It was a stab through my heart. I had to live with the knife through my heart and in pain. It was either that and try to help those I could or die. I not only walked with death but saw it most of the time. It was then that I learned; some things are better done from a distance. I learnt never to put out a conflagration from inside a blazing house.

I was the last one left, I watched as humanity's greed took over, as brothers killed brothers and fathers turned on sons. I watched humanity end and with nothing left to live for, I ended my life. Now I'm back to a month before the apocalypse, I've been given a second chance and I will not waste it. I'll prevent the death of those I love and make sure humanity survives. If the world can't control itself, then I'll conquer it and lead us to survival.

I thought Sofia was a faithful wife. She was always gentle and acted as if I was the only one. But when I went to surprise her on our anniversary, I was more surprised. I saw her making love to another man in our room. They even continued making love after they saw me. I was heartbroken and completely humiliated as a man. And what broke my heart even more was the reason she gave for cheating on me. She said I was just a poor man who couldn't make her happy. We divorced on the spot and I left angry and disappointed. On the way I passed through a very thick white fog and was instantly transported. I was in Smoky Hollow, a place in another dimension. I was given a system that changed my life. I had to hunt around Smoky Hollow to get coins that could be exchanged for money. I was suddenly a billionaire and I was going to make everyone who insulted me regret it.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.