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Skylar Velcourt is betrothed to Lord Caspian Everus, sentenced to a political marriage she never asked for. They knew each other as children, and when they meet again after years apart, Skylar immediately despises him. She begs him to refuse the marriage. Caspian ignores her pleas out of duty. And so they marry, bound by politics, resentment, and a shared vow to keep their distance. Thrust from the warm gardens of Astros, to the cold fortresses of Xoras, Skylar struggles to adjust to her new life. Her marriage is a performance by day, and a battlefield in private. Skylar and Caspian try to destroy one another, with every glare and argument. Yet beneath the hostility lies something neither of them can explain or ignore. But when Skylar uncovers a truth far more terrifying than an unwanted marriage, everything changes. House Everus has plans for Skylar and her family; it was never about saving Astros, but about stealing it. But Skylar has no solid evidence, nor any allies. No one will believe her. If she speaks, if she runs, every path she takes will doom her parents and Astros, with it. Except one. Skylar must make her husband, Caspian Everus, fall in love with her. But affection is harder to fake than hatred. Even as the lines between act and reality begin to blur, and tensions rise between them, Skylar wonders if the man she vowed to hate can truly save her, or will he become her greatest threat of all?

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Murong Jin is the empire’s undefeated goddess of war. On the battlefield, she has crushed every enemy, earning glory, power, and the fear of her foes. But her greatest challenge awaits in the capital—not an enemy army, but an imperial decree. Her reward for victory is not honor, but a forced marriage to the Fifth Prince, Xue Liulan. To the world, he is the useless prince—a tyrant of taverns and gambling halls, drunk, shameless, and disgraced. To her, he is humiliation incarnate. Yet beneath his mask of vice and laziness lurks something dangerous. Behind the smile of a wastrel hides a man with sharp fangs: a secret vendetta, a war fought in the dark, and ambitions that could shake the throne itself. Now, the empire’s strongest general is bound to its most despised prince. One seeks freedom, the other revenge. But in the palace, where every smile hides a blade, their union will light the fuse that could consume the dynasty. Can Murong Jin tame her useless tyrant husband—or will she find herself trapped in his deadly game?

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.

Eleanor is barely surviving—drowning in bills, deadlines, and a life going nowhere. Every night, she dreams of a man called Death, chained to a black throne in an ancient world, with an old diary resting beside him. Every night, she reads the diary. Every morning, she writes it down as fiction. The diary tells a forbidden story—the story of the Queen of Faith, a woman who could write fate itself, and her husband Death, a king prophesied to destroy the earthly gods. The Queen betrays him, writing him into eternal bondage. By chance, Eleanor’s friend—a publisher—comes across the manuscript and persuades her to publish it. The story becomes an overnight obsession. Readers worship it. Fear it. Demand more. But the diary ends. Under crushing pressure to continue the story, Eleanor writes the one ending that she regreted— Death is freed. In that moment, Eleanor is pulled into the ancient world she thought existed only in ink. Now trapped in the underworld, sharing a bridal chamber with the god she unchained, Eleanor must face Death’s growing hatred for women—and uncover the truth behind his betrayal—while desperately searching for a way back to the world she left behind. 3 chapters daily update, Monday-Friday

Nicole Johnson. History teacher. Sharp. Disciplined. Unforgiving. She taught empires how they fell. She taught children how not to repeat them. She believed knowledge was power. She believed effort could change society. She was wrong. — A classroom. A lockdown. A knife. Her throat slit in front of the students she tried to save. Blood on her hands. Screams in her ears. A girl she pushed to “do better” smiling as she bled out. "This school will burn with me." And then— Silence. — February 20th, 1515. She opened her eyes again. Not as Nicole Johnson. But as Morgan Le Fay de’ Queen. Eldest daughter of the Grand Duchy of Queens. Pawn in a political marriage. A kingdom built on stone, fragile trade routes, and rotting alliances. Yorkania. An 16th-century North American throne wrapped in Arthurian bloodlines and colonial ambition. No magic. No divine system. No second chances. Only knowledge. Only politics. Only survival. — They want her married to a piggy king. They want her silent. They want her useful. But she has studied fallen dynasties. She knows what destroys empires. And this one is already cracking. — In her first life, she died powerless. In this one? She will build. She will manipulate. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

Lyra thought she was just a survivor—an orphan scraping by in the shadows of a kingdom at war. But the night she’s captured by Raiden, the infamous Dragon Prince of the Fire Nation, everything changes. He is ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly magnetic. She is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and hiding a secret even she doesn’t fully understand. Together, they are forced into a journey of trials, quests, and betrayals—where every step pulls them deeper into danger… and closer to each other. As Lyra’s hidden powers awaken with terrifying force, Raiden becomes the only one who can push her through the fire without letting it consume her. But passion is as dangerous as battle, and the storm building between them may be the greatest threat of all. As kingdoms march to war and enemies close in from every side, Lyra and Raiden are forced into a dangerous bond—one that blurs the line between hatred and desire. But the deeper their connection grows, the more perilous the truth becomes… Because falling for the Dragon Prince might not just break her heart. It might burn the world to ash. Steamy tension. Fierce banter. Heartfelt moments. Deadly quests. In a world on the brink of ruin, Lyra and Raiden must decide if their bond is a curse… or the only thing strong enough to save them both.

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

Laenor Velaryon was a disappointment. Heir to the richest house in Westeros, Dragonrider, Knight of the Seventh Kingdom, Consort to the heir to the throne, and yet he was dead before his thirtieth birthday, left no heirs of his body, and was forgotten in less than a generation. A man from our world gets the chance to right those wrongs. He is the firstborn son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen. He is the seadragon, and the world would hear his roar.

The Sultan's daughter. The Prince of an oppressed nation. A marriage forged in hatred. Almila was betrayed by the one person she should have trusted most: her father. Now, she seeks only one thing,revenge. Victor is a prince whose people were insulted and assimilated by the Sultan. He doesn't just want justice; he wants the Sultan’s throne. His offer to Almila is simple: "Marry me. Help me take the crown, and I will give you the revenge you crave." It was supposed to be a cold, calculated contract. But in a palace built on lies, can a bond born of vengeance survive? Victor wants the throne, but Almila’s heart is a labyrinth of shadows. If she betrays him to return to her father, Victor loses everything. In a game of love and betrayal, who will be the last one standing?

This is the story of one Georgian man called Davit Manvelashvili.He was born in the family of peasants in Kvemo Kartli region of Georgia.He was separated from his parents and brothers at the age of 5.This happened because he was kidnapped by thugs who traded with slaves.These thugs took him to the Ottoman capital-Istanbul,where he changed several masters and eventually ended up with the man called-Mustafa.He bestowed 11 year-old Davit to the governor of Iraq-Suleiman pasha the Great,who was Georgian.This governor named him Davut and send him to the islamic school-Madrassie.There he learned islamic law,Quran and oriental languages:Arabic,Ottoman Turkish and Persian.He learned all of these subjects very well and as a result,his master paid him special attention.Suleiman personally taught Davut horseriding,swordsmanship and archery.After finishing his studies Suleiman released Davut from slavery and made him free man.Davut became his official bodyguard.At the age of 27,Davut got married with Suleiman's daughter-Rabia.They had 3 sons and 1 daughter. In 1822,he officially became the governor of Iraq.He made Iraq flourish with irrigation channels and wells.He constructed libraries,mosques,silk factories,public bathhouses,hospitals and bridges.He also founded the very first publishing house in 1828-1829.Besides,he had extremely strong army that consisted of 100 thousand Georgian mamluk soldiers.This army was divided in 3 units among his 3 sons.In 1831,he attempted to make Iraq independent from Ottoman empire,but he failed and was captured by Ottoman forces with his family.The Ottoman sultan-Mahmud II exiled him in Bursa(City in Turkey).

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. -------------------------------- 40 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

The stories that this series is made out of is not for everyone. The freedom to freely understand them will not be enough for those that lack creativity. It's a hard read but at the same time the easiest one, cause it is mine as much of yours mind-playground. Any speculation one may have or understandment of the story will be correct, as there is no wrong answer to the question "What is this story about?" and be open to any arguments and thoughts of others.

Loki Althaus was born as a human. Abandoned at two years old when his father — a baron secretly coerced by the Demon Cult — was executed along side with his mother for treason after repeatedly failed attempts of assassination. Despite having his parents getting killed—he remains neutral, Loki isn't like others who only live for revenge. All he wished for is Peace and Freedom But the world will not let him have it. Every time Loki finally finds a quiet corner to disappear into… someone comes to drag him back into the fight. A human who only ever wanted to be left alone, in a world that refuses to forget him.

Catherine Isabelle Eurin of The State Of Eurin was the eldest of five royal siblings. Catherine had long understood that her life was not her own. A princess first, a daughter second, she carried the quiet weight of securing her nation’s future, and so she accepted her marriage to the Crown Prince of Aurora Vale Empire as she accepted all things—with grace and obedience. On the day of her wedding ceremony, everything turns into a chaos when the groom disappears and Catherine is left standing on the altar alone! Now, what will become of Catherine? Follow the tale of a reserved princess who knows her boundaries and duties too well, and doesnot believe in fairytale love.... NOTE: This is a spinoff short story of the novel "Lady Evelyn: A Tapestry Of Fate" following the story of Evelyn's parents!!

His only sin… was noticing her. In a kingdom ruled by silence and power, King Morfin makes a choice he cannot undo. He sees what no one else dared to see. Saelis — a maid who does not bow like the others. A woman who does not tremble. Married to Thorn, loyal and fiercely devoted, she never seeks attention. Yet attention finds her — and once it does, it refuses to let go. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. What feels like admiration becomes possession. And when a king desires what is not his to take, the cost is never paid by him alone. Thorn will bleed for a sin he never committed. Saelis will stand between love and survival. And the palace will learn that power can command obedience— But it can never command the heart. In a world where being noticed is more dangerous than being loved, one question remains: When a king falls… who will fall with him?

When faced with either death or suffering, what would you choose? I was forced to make that decision, and it left me stranded in the marvel universe, under the thumb of the all-powerful Heavenly Dao. Now, I spend my days running from death; seeking eternity. (This is being crossposted from QQ onto other sites, so if you see it elsewhere under the username 'Mayschoss', know that It's me.) New chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. Armed with modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West.