An escape tactic gone wrong leads to Abel Iscariot the Good Hunter, and his Doll waking up in a strange world with an even stranger moon. The Hunters Dream might have faded and the Hunt ended, but finding ones worth in the waking world is harder than it seems.

His plans to insert himself within the guts of the Ministry of Magic have been highly successful, his apprentices are proving to be both talented and intuitive, and his efforts to consolidate his position within the mundane world are proceeding nicely. But as he knows all to well, all plans disintegrate on contact with reality...and what is English Heritage anyway?

What do you do when a monster of some sort kills your friends and family? You do what Leo does, hunt for the creature even if it costs you your life.

Now he has been officialy declared an adult Inquisitor Carrow can start to implement his plans, turning Ancient Terra in to the God-Emperor fearing world he knows it should be, and what better place to start than with the Wizarding World? Be afraid, be very afraid...

Sick of the Chosen Undead terrorizing them for nearly three years, the bosses and npcs of Lordran have gathered to discuss and share their own stories, and think of a plan to deal with the chosen Undead. Permanently. (T for swearing)

Sonic is enrolled in Hogwarts. What happens next is the plot of this story and saying anymore might deter people from reading so this will probably be all I say here in hope that it will be enough to make people say 'hey i want to know what is happening in there' and they will click in and not pass me by. though, in hindsight, that is rambling, and i should delete it now how do you

The Wizarding World is devastated when Harry Potter disappears from his relatives' house in mysterious circumstances during the summer after his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Desperate to have their boy-hero back no matter what they really should have heeded the Muggle saying "be careful what you wish for". Crossover HP/WH40K.

The Death Spectres of the Adeptus Astartes have served the Imperium for nine thousand years. They are the thin line of resistance between eternal damnation and humanity. Now, one Space Marine finds himself stranded on a world called Azeroth.