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Aetheron: Core - Awakening

This is technically my second fanfiction work I'm doing, and this is meant to be a fun book; don't expect regular updates, as I'm in college and writing this. -----------------Summery------------- Long ago, something shattered. Not a world. Not a galaxy. A truth — too vast to survive. What remains is Terra, a scar on the skin of a forgotten cosmos. To its children, it is a cradle and a grave. To distant civilizations across collapsing stars, it is a holy wound, the origin of all things. They whisper of the Ancients — beings of fire and thought, who shaped reality with will alone. They do not know they speak of... Across dimensions and broken timelines, across species who pray to the wrong names, it walks. Searching. Remembering. Becoming. The multiverse is watching. Aetheron: Core has awakened ------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: - AI tools such as Grammarly will be used for spell checking - Aetheron: Core is my original work. However, any references, inspirations, or crossover elements from other franchises are the intellectual property of their respective owners. I do not claim ownership of any external characters, worlds, or lore that may be referenced for creative purposes. ----------------------------------------------- Crossover elements (used purely for fun and narrative inspiration) may include references from works such as: - Halo - Warhammer 40k - Marvel - DC - And other fictional universes These are fan-based nods and homages — I do not claim ownership of any of these properties.
Pendantbear_3467 · 11.2k Views

CROWN OF ASH AND MOONBLOOD

In Iruwa, magic is not inherited the way land or titles are. It is taken,paid for, Survived. Zalira Nembara knows this better than most. She is the last daughter of a fallen royal house, raised on what was lost rather than what was promised. She keeps her head down, her power hidden, and her name unspoken. In Iruwa, women born with moon-bound magic do not get choices. They are married into usefulness, silenced into obedience, or erased entirely. Zalira has spent her life avoiding all three. Then the Ash Crown awakens. A relic older than the kingdoms themselves. A crown that does not belong to bloodlines or tradition. A crown that chooses. Its choice places Zalira at the center of a prophecy no one agrees on and no one trusts. One kingdom calls for her execution. Another demands she be bound by marriage before her power can grow wild. And somewhere between politics and fear, a man who has never needed permission decides he wants her loyalty. Prince Kadeem Ayorun of Kisiwa is known for ending wars without apology. His rule is built on shadow, fire, and the kind of power that leaves no room for mercy. The magic in his blood reacts to Zalira’s in ways neither of them understand violent, dangerous, and far too intimate to ignore. As alliances fracture and magic begins to change its own rules, Zalira is forced to decide what she is willing to become. A queen. A weapon. Or something far more dangerous. Because in Iruwa, crowns are never taken gently. And love has never been harmless.
MeedahNoire · 36.5k Views

Book One — I Am Not Sarah — The Wrong Name

She had no voice. He had no mercy. And neither of them knew the truth that was going to destroy everything. She is mute. She is trapped. And she is living inside a dead woman's life. Elena Brenette is twenty one years old and in love with a man who was never truly hers. On the night of her wedding she discovers the devastating truth — her fiancé and her own sister have been in love all along. She was never the girl he chose. She was simply convenient. Betrayed and broken, Elena drives into a storm soaked night in her wedding dress. She never arrives anywhere. On that same road two other women are running from their own disasters. Sarah Venzagrase — twenty one, pregnant, covered in blood — is fleeing a husband whose people have been sent to kill her. Phiona — also twenty one, bearing the exact same face — is on that road for reasons nobody yet understands. Three women. One face. One blood. One catastrophic collision. When the wreckage clears Phiona is dead — her body mistakenly identified as Elena Brenette. The world believes Elena is gone. Sarah vanishes into the darkness with her unborn child. And Elena — unconscious, still in her wedding dress — is pulled from the flames by the most dangerous man she will ever meet. Lucas Venzagrase. He calls her Sarah. She cannot tell him otherwise. Elena wakes up inside the wrong life. Trapped behind the iron walls of the Venzagrase estate — the most powerful family in the state — she faces a husband who despises her, a family that wants her gone, and a household that has already decided who she is. She cannot speak. She cannot explain. She cannot say the three words that would change everything. I am not Sarah. Every attempt to communicate the truth is read as guilt and madness. The more she fights the deeper she sinks. She is a prisoner without chains — held captive by a name, a face, and a silence no one bothers to understand. But Elena Brenette did not survive a collision that killed one woman and swallowed another just to disappear quietly inside someone else's story. She will find a way. Even if she has to do it without a single word. What no one knows yet — not Elena, not Sarah, not even the man hunting for answers — is that the three women on that road were not strangers. They were triplets. Separated by a broken past. Reunited by a catastrophe. And someone powerful made sure they never found each other. That someone is still watching.
DaoistPpwHlh · 13.5k Views