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Persephone por golden_specks
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"I am only my own- half blooming creation, half blazing hellfire." Some romances are legendary. <<A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone>>
Dead Girls Tell No Tales por kaloned
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[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.be/2OSjakJrUeo
The Glass Coffin por __melpomene_
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Lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow - the princess in a fairytale we grew up with. Now let me tell you another one. This girl with the bloody lips and silver eyes rewrites her fate and watches kingdoms burn. ALERT: minimum romance (so if you're looking for a lot of smut and fluff this mayn't be the book for you 😅) ✨Highest ranking: 23rd in #fairytaleretelling✨
A Crook In The Sand por truthteller-
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"YOU FOOLISH GIRL, NOT EVEN YOUR STORIES CAN SAVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL THROAT." Khai killed 1000 girls before he got to her. And he would make sure she would die like the others. His beautiful hands demand blood on them. Mazeeda would make sure that she'll be the last girl Khai would ever kill. Her beautiful neck will not be touched by a blood-coated blade. She will take her friends place. If Mazeeda cannot save her own life with trained hands, she will do it with her quick mind and sly mouth. During the night, she weaves stories never told before to Khai; in the morning, she roams the palace to escape. With each tale she tells, the more she realizes these aren't just stories; but something much greater. Something that Khai is keeping from her, things he does not want to be let out. Somewhere a 1000 miles across the sand kept land, three brothers are plotting something that'll end the reign of the monster and save their sister.
A Thousand Burning Masks por seventhstar
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CHINESE ARYA STARK meets THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. *A Wattpad Featured story* When everyone wears a mask, who do you trust? In the unforgiving empire of Erden where the Imperials reign supreme, Sarna is a slave. After escaping the brothel where a man burned half her face, she is determined to lead a new life by joining Zichuan Theater as a performer. When an assassination attempt on the crown prince casts suspicion on Zichuan Theater, the fragile foundations of that new life begin to crumble. Incarcerated with a death sentence in line, she is offered a dangerous deal: the crown prince's head in exchange for Zichuan Theater's freedom. To save her theater, Sarna journeys to learn the dark art of Facechanging from a forgotten god, hides herself behind borrowed beauty, and uses her new identity to infiltrate the Jade Palace. But no godly transaction comes without a price. Not only does she find herself trapped not only in a web of court intrigue, but in a battle for control of her body and her life. As time ticks down for her theater, she must decide between her heart and her freedom, or risk losing everything she has ever loved and worked for - including her identity. Highest ranking: #54 in Fantasy (14/2/18) Cover trailer by @Abyss-of-Crazy
1001 Nights por ellechanel
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❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016
YAGA | ✓ por makovea
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2018 • [ A CROOKED TALE, a phantom's whisper, watch it burn, feel it blister. ] • A forest. A hut on chicken's feet. A fence of blood and bone. Before she was Baba Yaga, she was just a girl. Fuelled by spite and hatred for the world around her, Yaga Izeva has always had two faces. A beautiful one, the tailor's girl and a perfect wife, and the other, far darker than anyone could've ever imagined. Because things like that didn't happen in their village - until they did. With the blood of her village on her hands and nowhere to turn to, Yaga runs to the open arms of the forest, where the water runs black and the trees are haunted by ghosts of the past. Power is a pretty thing - before it consumes you. Go to sleep, children. And watch out for Baba Yaga. (cover by @wanderess_4) •1st place Morningtides Awards Winner •Reader's Choice Winner - Best Story Description •Chaos Awards 5 - 2nd Place in Fantasy •Youngblood Awards - 1st place in Fantasy
Clockwork por mountainy
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Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.
MERCURY por tsvritsa
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"..and just so you know, old sport, that boy eats hearts." copyright © donnastartt 2016
Ichor por Trish_DW
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{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink