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When an orphan is passed on to the grandfather she thought was dead, her life gets weird. Her grandfather is a Yakuza boss: Even weirder. Assigned a rather complicated bodyguard... her life goes to hell.
When Voldemort was killed, no one suspected the tragedy that he might leave behind. An Heir, a girl no older than six, raised all her life by the serpentine whispers of the Dark Lord. Can she learn to stand within the light?
Paralleling the world of Maximum Ride and her Flock, another Flock of Bird Kids is on the run. (because the last one can not be accessed.)
Telepathy, telekinesis, empathy. Three types of psychic power. Three types of psychic warfare. All categorized by the name Henriette. And a society that does not trust them.
Four years have passed since that battle. Since Kaname and Yuuki left, for good as far as we know. Now we, the students have Cross Academy, have rebuilt, and are once again fighting for peace between human and vampire.
A band of adventurers travels in a quest to save the world. What else is new?
Paralleling the world of Maximum Ride and her Flock, another Flock of Bird Kids is on the run.
A pack of wolves has escaped from the heavily-populated expanses of the Great Plains, leaving settled land and long traditions behind them. They have claimed the great Valley of the Rivers as their own. But now they have to survive...
In a land where only boys can become the High Sorcerer and rule, the lonely daughter of the High Sorcerer must learn to make her people believe that she is, in fact, a man. This is more easily said than done.
Before Voldemort. Before the love, the pain, the death. The Marauders were children once. Students. These are their tales. This is their story.