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Trapped within the cut-throat society of the vampire elite, Elisa is accused of being a half-breed after she is attacked one night. She is handed into Lord Syrus’ custody. Soon a deal binds his fate to hers; he helps her find her family, and in return she cooperates with an ongoing investigation. It was supposed to be strictly business, but Lord Syrus can’t help becoming protective over the half-breed. Across the land of Mesomia, the death count rises and with increasing rituals something is brewing, and the witches are behind it. Why are they creating half-breeds? What are they planning? At the heart of it all lies Elisa, a hybrid who can walk under the sun. Who is she? What role is she playing in all this? Will she end the war… or aid it?

Year 1054. The Grand Prince is dead. Rus' is left without will - without the hand that held the sword. Torn between boyars, ambition, and foreign hands, the land craves power. But it receives no hero, no warlord - only a stranger in a prince’s skin. Alexander remembers a world that never existed here. He has seen empires fall. And he swore - not to repeat their mistakes. He has no army. No allegiance. Only knowledge. And will. Every boyar is a wolf. Every word - a blade. Every choice - a duel on the edge. He did not come to conquer. He came to hold. And to build not the Rus’ of the past, but a realm worthy of being the future. This is not a story of war. This is a story of power. And the price paid by the one who dares to take it.

A princess who is warrior in the dynasty. And the princess title is the sword princess. Who battle for her dynasty. When she married a general for dynasty and she slowly fell in love with general.

Seventeen years have passed since the four received a command before birth, from a being Incomprehensible to them. With the King dead, the realm is ready to explode, being held together by a fragile peace. On a continent that struggles to know peace, the four move forward, willingly or unwillingly guided by their command. Tristan Cosmaton, a princeling of the Cosmaton dynasty, resides at the Everlight Palace, a place where everything is a performance. After the late King Elias III's death, the realm elects a new ruler, fearing the civil war that could erupt under normal succession rules. After seventeen years of blending into the background, with the sole goal of survival, he finally decides to step out of the shadows, not through ambition but a belief that it was the next step for what he had always done. After seventeen years, Alice is finally granted the title of Magi and given the freedom she has always craved to explore the Mad House and learn of the horrors and wonders that exist beyond the doors lining the magical tower. Charging ahead, she slowly delves deeper into the world's forbidden truths, pursuing a goal she doesn't truly understand the cost of. Arriving in Kript, Isis decides to leave Veston after seventeen years and head west. Landing in Oros, she sets out on a mission to return a holy icon she comes across, only to be pulled into the horrors of Oros and have her faith in the world shattered. Even as her faith in the world crumbles, her journey never ends, and through it she is drawn closer to the choice she must make. With one prophecy before birth, 'Defend the Dove of Salvation, ' Oliver rises from a Lordless Knight, searching for a liege he doesn't know to become the greatest sword in the realm. Oliver travels, fighting battle after battle, serving men he hates, desperately trying to rise within Veston, just so he can find the one he is destined to serve. ----------------------- Other than the first short arc, which introduced all the characters at once, each arc will focus on a person's story unless they meet or are in close proximity to one another. Each arc won't just solely focus on the MC POV, but characters around their immediate orbit or are extremely important to the plot, but if it ever switches away from the MC to another character, it will be for a brief time. The only character who won't have a second Pov and it will always follow the character is Alice ----------------------------------------------------------------- Will have character portraits created over time, but that is a lot of money and will take time. In the meantime, they will be left blank.

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naive Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin. With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago, right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there was only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime, too.” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

“In my last life, I was a corporate shark. I settled million-dollar lawsuits before breakfast. Now? I’m scrubbing the floor of a Prince who behaves like a spoiled toddler.” When CEO advisor Elara dies from overwork, she wakes up as a low-ranking maid in the Palace of Oakhaven. Her boss is Prince Bastian—the infamous "Trash Prince." He’s lazy, he’s drunk, and he’s the laughingstock of the Empire. But Elara’s sharp eyes see the truth: The "Trash" is a mask. The Prince is playing a dangerous game of survival against his murderous siblings. Armed with a mop and the coldest stare in the kingdom, Elara decides to "fix" the Prince. If he wants to be King, he’ll have to listen to her. And if he doesn’t? She’ll just have to slap some sense into him first.

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.

"Die a pathetic nobody, Deborah. You never stood a chance against me." Those were the last words Queen Deborah heard before dying in a freezing prison cell. She was stripped of her crown, betrayed by her husband, the King, and replaced by a cruel, bewitching new woman who stole her entire life. But death refused to keep her. Waking up with a gasp, Deborah finds herself back in the past. It is the exact day her husband returns from the battlefield, proudly holding the hand of that same vile, gorgeous mistress. History is repeating itself right before her eyes. In her first life, she begged for his love and paid for it with her blood. In this life, she refuses to be the victim. Deborah faces a thrilling, dangerous choice: Force the king to fall desperately in love with her just to break his heart... or abandon him to ruin and take her ultimate revenge. Will she make him fall, or watch him burn?

Teras, The Son of The Snake, has been forced to face a world his predecessor's sought to end. Now his only goal is to cleanse this world, one enemy at a time.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

His sister. His mate. She can only be one… and either choice will destroy them. Metheea Feylisse was raised in exile, hidden from the Dragon Prince who should have been her brother. Now she’s back in Katarthan under a false name, forced to train as a future bride… under his watch. Azrayel is powerful, ruthless, and impossibly drawn to her. If she’s the lost princess, she’s forbidden by blood. If she’s his fated mate, she’s forbidden by destiny. Either way, the closer they get, the hotter the fire burns— and when dragons burn, they burn for their bride. But when blood and destiny demand opposite things… which one will they betray? WARNING: Forbidden Relationship Trope Dub-con

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.

The court believed Yi Baek, known as Woran Wang or Nunmeon Wang, was blind to everything—and he let them. It was safer that way. Then Park Seon-in slipped into the royal library in the dead of night, disguised as a maid, stealing books for a brother who still dreamed of serving a country that had already broken their family once. She wasn’t looking for trouble. She wasn’t looking for him. The third time she came, Yi Baek took the letter she’d left behind—just to see what she’d do. She noticed nothing. Kept reading. Unhurried. Unafraid. As if the palace held no power over her at all. He told himself he was only watching. She told herself she would only come once more. They were both lying. Born into a family that loved recklessly and paid for it, Seon-in knows the palace punishes the heart. Every whispered desire, every stolen glance, can be used as a weapon. Yi Baek knows it too—sees it in her, and in the secrets she doesn’t even realize she’s leaving behind. In a court where weakness is lethal and curiosity more dangerous than swords, wanting her may be the deadliest choice he has ever made.

"We are like dominoes—I fall for you, and you fall for another." BLURB: But I don't know why still I have a little sympathy towards the one hurt me most. I stood against all the wounds, all the odds. I could smile only for the attempt I took to save my breathe. Maybe it could be the chapter with the summary of my life. I always told myself, under responsibility I had done every bit. Sometimes, life was holding me with a thin rope, sometimes it kicked me harshly. I did stand and walk. I did dive and swim. And I learned swimming after diving in his ocean. Full of mysterious substances, wild sharks. I was saving my attempt to take chances. I survived. But at the end, I can say. I never wanted to cross the sea and reach to the shore. What was never meant for me, I would never ask for it. Nor did I need. I might pass the time, inferencing how the shore look like. From far away, eyes could capture the daintiness. I felt the wind of tranquility. I closed my eyes and perceived the provision. I wonder the subsequent inquiry. If I hear a melody, I would return the echo without anticipation. The waves were the utmost reliance to me. The loyalty shows subtle empathy. The shore is beautifully decorated. I just know who has been there. ---- 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.'

Separated from his family only days after his birth, Leon grows up completely ignorant of his past. Spurred by a childhood fairy tale, he embarks on a quest to uncover the legend behind it. However, the journey forces him to confront unavoidable truths that unravel his understanding of the world—ultimately tangling him in a high-stakes position he never wished to hold.