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Famoura Felòenz: The Cursed Town

PROLOGUE Born into royalty, Famoura Felòenz has lived her entire life inside a palace that shines with elegance… and rots with silence. Her kingdom is beautiful, but the air is heavy with unspoken fear—because some names are never spoken without trembling. Among them, one name is whispered more than any other: Margaret. Famoura’s grandmother. A woman whose past still stains the history of the royal bloodline. As Famoura grows older, she begins to notice something strange. Certain doors in the castle remain locked. Certain books are forbidden. Certain questions are punished. And the more she asks… the more the kingdom tries to quiet her. At the age of eleven, Famoura and her closest friends begin meeting secretly in an abandoned town library—far from the eyes of the palace guards. It becomes their hidden world, a place where they can speak freely about forbidden knowledge, forbidden truths… and forbidden dreams. But one evening, something happens that was never meant to happen. Something hidden awakens. And from the darkness of the library, figures appear—mysterious guardians who don’t behave like humans… and don’t speak like ordinary beings. They give the children only one warning: Leave. Or forget everything. Famoura escapes—but she doesn’t return home the same. Because soon after, a gift arrives at the palace—something that was meant for her long ago, something that was never supposed to reach her hands. A strange book. No words. No ink. Only silence trapped inside maroon pages. Until one morning… the pages begin to change. And when Famoura realizes the book is responding to something no one else can see, she understands one terrifying truth: This isn’t just a book. It is a key. A key to something the kingdom buried. A key to a history that could destroy everything she believes about her bloodline, her identity… and even her destiny. When Famoura returns to the abandoned library, the guardians appear again—this time not with anger… but with fear. And in that moment, Famoura learns that she is not just a princess. She is connected to a secret far older than the kingdom itself. A secret tied to a world that exists beside her own. A world people call… “The Veiled Realm” But the truth is not free. And some entities do not want Famoura to ever reach it. Because if she steps onto the hidden path… she won’t just uncover the past. She may awaken something that was never meant to return. And the moment she takes that first step— her real story begins.
Mehrin_khanjada · 47.5k Views

Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 196.2k Views

The fate of the shadow

Story Brief: The Fate of the Shadow Genre: Russian Dark Romance / Psychological Thriller Themes: Mafia Underworld, Power Dynamics, Forbidden Obsession, Secret Missions. Characters: Alia (The Strategist Warrior) & Viktor (The Ruthless Enforcer). ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is strictly intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains mature themes, intense emotional conflict, and dark psychological elements. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author. Story Overview The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance & Psychological Thriller Mafia & Criminal Underworld Dual Lives & Secret Missions Intense Chemistry & Power Struggles Character Profiles Alia (The Operative) Skills: Highly trained in Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, and advanced hand-to-hand combat. Expertise: Sniper rifle precision, cyber espionage, drone operation, and strategic psychological warfare. Viktor (The Enforcer) Skills: Master of close-quarter combat, tactical strategy, and intelligence operations. Expertise: High-stakes manipulation, intimidation tactics, surveillance, and commanding the criminal underworld with an iron grip.
orinskha_shadow · 723.3k Views

Seven Swordman master slayer dragon

Adi pati Amardipura Arya Kemuning is a renowned sword master in Ame Village. Before achieving this status, Arya was a disciple of Raterasu, one of the five knights nicknamed the Sword God in the Milky Way Dragon Kingdom. Shinta embarks on a journey to find seven servants who will fever from the Dragon God. Alongside these servants, she faces numerous challenges. Together, Shinta and her seven companions confront Kaguya Akemono Yume and the legendary Seven Dragons. Their epic battle, known as the Battle Through the Heavens, tests their strength, will, and determination as they strive to achieve freedom and justice Arya Kemuning, a Prince of the Sundanese Primordial Kingdom. He is a son of Primordial Emperor Dewa Niskala and Primordial Empress Void Larasati Candra Kirana. Arya Kemuning met Dewi Ningrum Maharani, a descendant of a great ruler on the Ancestral Continent. Her kingdom was destroyed by a foreign invasion, leaving her homeless. Abandoned on the Foreign Continent, she met the handsome young Duke Sosok, Crown Prince of the Great Primordial Kingdom. The son of the Light Emperor, the Niskala God, and the Chaos Empress Larasati. Dewi Ningrum Maharani, once known only as a symbol of splendor and wisdom in her homeland, was a direct descendant of a great ruler who had ruled the Ancestral Continent for thousands of years. The continent itself was not simply a geographical region, but a center of ancient civilization that held the secrets of the universe and unparalleled supernatural powers. The rulers before her had built a peaceful, prosperous kingdom, respected by all the surrounding nations—with advanced science, dazzling art, and a system of government based on justice and harmony with nature. However, this happiness and prosperity were short-lived. During an unforgettable rainy season, the kingdom, once as sturdy as a mountain, was devastated by a massive invasion by a foreign nation with malicious intentions. Their forces carried the never-before-seen Dragon God's Heirloom weapons, as well as cruel and merciless war tactics. Although the kingdom's forces fought with all their might and the supernatural powers at their disposal, they were ultimately cornered and utterly defeated. But the Duke had a plan to turn the tide and help Dewi Ningrum rebuild her kingdom. "The Invincible System" This is Book 4 From 15 book Saga Lima Pendekar dan Seekor Naga
MuhammadFauziInsan · 34.3k Views

THEIR MISTAKE, OUR AUTHORITY

...This country is on the right path," he said, his voice carrying across the hall. "And with this young Princess, we have a clear future. But we also need a competent King. And so — the wedding will be held." The room nodded in agreement. I froze. My eyes cut sharply to my father. He was already looking at me — wearing a smile I had never seen before. Foreign. Practiced. Political. "She will be married," he said calmly, "on her eighteenth birthday. To the third Prince of Britain." The words hit me like cold water. "What nonsense." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "It's not possible. Dad, you told me I could—" But his expression didn't change. And that was when I understood. This had already been decided. Long before today. Long before this room. I was simply the last to know. I walked out before the ceremony ended. I didn't want to see their faces — not my father's satisfaction, not my mother's guilt, not the strangers who had just traded my future over a conference table. Back in my room, Matilda, my maid, entered quietly. "I'm sorry, my princess. Your parents are outside waiting. They want to see you — you should let them in." "Go away." My voice was steady. Controlled. "I don't want to talk to them. They betrayed me. And I'm powerless to stop them." Matilda hesitated for a moment, then nodded with understanding. She stepped outside and I heard her speak politely to my parents. "She can't talk to you right now. She's very sorry." I heard my mother sigh. Good. My other maid tried to console me. I stared at the ceiling until her words became background noise and sleep finally pulled me under. I dreamed of an outstretched hand and a voice saying "I'll love you forever" — and then cold water hit my face. "Wake up, miss. You have lessons to take." I sat up slowly. The events of yesterday flooded back in full colour. Fresh tears burned behind my eyes but I refused them. I pressed them down, deep and hard, until they disappeared. I have to be strong, I told myself. That is the only way to go through this and survive. The lessons were dreadful. How to walk as a wife. How to speak as a wife. How to sit, smile, defer, and disappear as a wife. I sat through every session with my jaw tight and my hands folded, learning a language I despised — and I was a linguist. Language was my birthright, my gift, my weapon. But this language? This quiet submission? It sat in my mouth like ash. My father visited one afternoon, his apology rehearsed and hollow. "Baby girl, how are the lessons? I'm sorry, but I tried my best to stop this — just manage. You could always divorce when we get the alliance." I laughed. Hard. Until my stomach hurt. "Dad — no offence, but I never knew you were a comedian. I didn't want to get married in the first place, so just leave me and stop apologising." My smile vanished the moment he left. I got back to my studies. Days turned into months. On my eighteenth birthday, I stood before the mirror again. This time the gown was white — royal, majestic, and beautiful in a way that made me furious. It would have been the most stunning thing I had ever worn, if I wasn't being forced to wear it. I picked up the scissors. I cut slowly at first — deliberate, precise — removing sections of the skirt in jagged lines. Then I found the red paint. Then the black. I poured both across the fabric and stepped back to look at what I had made. It felt like the first honest thing I had done in months. My maids saw but knew better than to stop me. I walked down the aisle in it — late, unhurried, with not a single trace of royalty in my steps. Let them stare. Let them whisper. I was done performing.
ExparanzaOkoeM3 · 13.4k Views

Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 405.6k Views