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Morgan Le Fay

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.H 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.
BOOKBRINGER · 218.1k Views

Greatest Of All Legends

“Who is the football GOAT?” A question that has been asked countless times in the last decade. Is it Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi? To be fair, the question actually depended on what one wanted from a player as they were two different people and they played differently from the other. This was also the case with every other legendary player to grace the game. As a diehard fan of the game, Jason Bolu also had someone he thought to be the goat, but unlike most people, he harbored the desire to not only become as great as them, but even greater than any legend that ever graced the game. He wanted to become the Greatest Of All Legends… the GOAL. Unfortunately, fate has never cared about people’s hopes and dreams, and just like every other unfortunate human, she hit him hard across the face with a broken reality and sent him flying in another direction from his goal, yet he didn’t give up and continually persevered but, in the end, he didn’t ever make it. He wasn’t even halfway near his goal. He thought it was over… but it wasn’t. He got another chance at his dreams, and this time he was going to do more than his best to achieve his dream. *disclaimer* There is no system or cheats, just plain hard work and a past life of experience.. Also, despite the use of real-life characters, places and things, this is an artistic creation in which things wouldn't be as they are in real life so don't be surprised at some things that are unrealistic and out of place e.g. exact details, attitude of characters etc. This is a slow-paced novel. Join my discord channel and let's have fun together... link below, https://discord.com/invite/QpbCdNZW
Sphire1707 · 2.7m Views

Radiance Of The Fallen World

I still remember that day as vividly as if it were yesterday—perhaps even more so. According to Elias, it was a blessing bestowed upon me; Ignacius agreed. But I could only see it as a curse. I witnessed parents turn on their children and children on their parents. I watched my loved ones devour one another's flesh while I huddled behind the sanctuary of my home, peering out through a small window as the horror unfolded. Strangely, I wasn't overtaken by the madness that gripped everyone else that day—the madness that drove every living thing to attack anything that moved. I heard incoherent murmurs of prophetic voices, all speaking in unison in a peculiar tongue that, oddly enough, I understood. They foretold great treasures and foretold catastrophes that would befall Earth, other planets, and even the universe itself. In total, they recited seventy-three events destined to occur. Despite not yet possessing an eidetic memory, I retained every single one of those prophecies with uncanny precision. You might wonder how I can be so sure they were genuine prophecies and not mere lunatic ramblings. The reason is simple: out of those seventy-nine thousand eight hundred and seventy-three predictions spanning the last sixty-four thousand years, seventy-two have already come to pass. Some prophecies my party and I exploited to our advantage, others we thwarted, and some—even we could not alter. We have migrated across planets, galaxies, and even entire universes in the name of survival. But this final prophecy is different. We cannot escape its fate by fleeing to another realm, for it heralds the complete destruction of our very existence. Before I continue, you must understand the whole story from where it all began, from the first day of Stellar Year 0—the day everything started; the day we now call the End of Time.
Ellington_Zephyrus · 6.8k Views