𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑶𝑹 𝑵𝑶𝑻? ! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 !

"𝕳𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒..." ᴵⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ : The Maia Valaina is sent to Middle-Earth and gets involved with the infamous Dark Lord, getting caught in a web of lies and deception. Although this one might just be a little sweeter. "𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊." Annatar x fem!Oc Rings of Power s2 Started: 10/7/2025 Finished: - DO NOT REPOST. THIS STORY IS ONLY ON WATTPAD IF YOU SEE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE PLEASE INFORM ME. Best ranking so far: #2-annatar (17/7/25) #3-halbrand (3/9/25) #1-annatar (13/2/26)🏅 #2-sauron (13/2/26) #1-halbrand (13/2/26)🏅 #3-tragiclovestory (13/2/26)

The Eye once watched. Now the Shadow begins to move. Morena, daughter of Númenórean blood, has awakened from the fall that should have ended her life. Yet survival has only drawn her deeper into the designs of powers far greater than herself. In the halls of the Eldar she learns that the darkness she once glimpsed was only the beginning. For in the East the Dark Lord gathers strength. Armies stir beneath black banners. Ancient relics of terrible power are sought once more. And whispers spread that a new dominion is rising beyond the mountains. But Morena carries within her a bloodline older than the kingdoms of Men. A lineage bound to secrets long buried by both Elves and kings. Secrets the Enemy may already know. As the Wise prepare for the coming storm, Morena must choose where she stands in the war that is beginning to awaken across Middle-earth. For the Dark Lord does not simply conquer lands. He conquers destinies. And before the end, Morena may learn a terrible truth. Some are meant to fight the darkness. Others are meant to stand at its very center.

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𓇼 ⋆.° 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.° 𓇼 "Did they hurt you?" "Wha- ow! No they didn't" "Sera, you have bruises." "They just scared me." "I'll kill them." "No, besides you are already behind bars." "Oh I'm sure not for much longer." 𓇼 ⋆.° 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.° 𓇼 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ (rings of power) {season 1-2} [Halbrand/sauron/annatar x fem!oc)

IN WHICH Holly Lilian Potter flees to Gotham, a city no one would suspect she would find solace in.

"His fingers scraped like frostbite against your skin, frigid and chilling. You were almost tempted to look and see if the places he touched had gone black and blue." ༶☆ The unshakable feel of adventure always wracked through your bones as though you were meant to face danger. Barely dodging death, you never quite lost your daring, only suppressing it to save Forks from your terror. Cue, the arrival of the Cullens. You hoped the Nice-Vegan-Vampire Family down the block didn't mind a bit of blood on their doorsteps. Unfortunately for you, the Debatably-Mean, Definitely-Not-Vegan Ones certainly had. ༶☆ ○ you / marcus / caius / aro. ○ gender neutral, no y/n. slow burn. ༶☆ beg. sept 5. 2021 fin. ☆ unedited.

Inside the hall, Alice suddenly stilled - her vision locking onto something no one else could see. She saw it clear: two souls, Alec and Eliana, existing in the same world, destined to find each other even if they had never met until now. Curious, Aro reached to touch Alice's hand to see for himself. As he read her thoughts and the images of Eliana, his expression shifted from intrigue to delighted realization. He looked up, eyes gleaming, and asked the question that hung in the air: "Who is this girl? The one whose presence alone has stirred even Alec's stillness, and whose path is bound so closely to his?" Alice hesitated, her gaze cautious and protective, knowing well what this bond could mean for the human girl. After a long, tense moment, she finally spoke the name that would change everything: "Her name is Eliana Swan." Outside the castle walls, Eliana remained unaware - laughing or talking with Emmett and Jasper at the hotel - while inside, the fate of her life had just been spoken aloud. And Alec, standing silent among the guard, felt that strange, undeniable pull grow stronger, knowing only one thing for certain: the girl he had never met, never known existed, was already a part of him.

When the fox hears the rabbit screaming, he comes running. But not to help.

The world had ended for her once before -shattered in a blaze of green light and a final, defiant stand. She'd been Harry Potter then, the Girl Who Lived, the Chosen One, a witch forged in fire and loss. But death, it seemed, was not the end. The universe had a strange way of rewriting stories, and hers was no exception. When her eyes fluttered open again, it wasn't to the cold stone of Hogwarts or the echo remnants of a prophecy. It was to the damp, misty air of Forks, Washington, and a name that felt foreign on her tongue: Helen Lily Swan. Reborn as the twin sister of Isabella Swan, Helen carried the weight of two lives-one etched in magic, the other tangled in the quiet chaos of a small town hiding secrets deeper than the forests that surrounded it. She was still a witch, her power simmering beneath her skin. But this world was different. It wasn't just vampires and werewolves that prowled the edges of her new reality-it was something more primal, something that called to her in a way magic never had. Paul Lahote was a storm wrapped in human flesh, a wolf bound by instinct and fury. The moment their eyes locked across the rain-soaked reservation, the world tilted. Imprinting, they called it-a bond unbreakable, a thread tied by fate itself. For Paul, it was everything. For Helen, it was a complication. She hadn't fought Voldemort, survived a war, and clawed her way back to life just to be tethered again. Yet, there was no denying the pull, the heat that flared in her chest when he was near, and the way her magic seemed to hum in his presence. Bella's arrival created its own complications by drawing the attention of the Cullens. Helen was no stranger to monsters, but these ones glittered in the sunlight and drank blood instead of souls. And then there were the wolves-Paul's pack-fierce, loyal, and tied to her in ways she had yet to solve. And she was no damsel, no pawn in someone else's story. She was Helen Swan, and this time, she'd write her own ending.

Third time the charm? Guess again! Harriet Potter learns the hard way she can't die after being struck by another killing curse. After waking up in in some back alley of London - quite clearly alive and not... Dead like she definitely should be, she goes on a conquest of her own to test her mortality theory. Several fatal death stunts later - Harri has concluded she's some sort of thing that just can't die properly. Fearing what that might mean for her should the Ministry find out, she decides that she'll be better off saying "Too-da-loo, bitches!" and fuck off into the blue. Aro - unlike his brothers - likes to leave the piazza on the rare occasion so while on the hunt for his next meal, he caught a whiff of something mouth-watering, something spicy and sweet all at the same time. It brought back memories of his life in Greece, memories he thought he'd forgotten. The blood didn't sing to him but it did make him ravenous. It was coming from a young red-headed woman with striking green eyes too ethereal to be entirely human. Aro waited until she was alone when he struck. He wasn't assaulted with the girl's memories or emotions upon contact - he didn't much think about it as he drank greedily, unable to get enough. Only when her body dropped did his mind clear. She was divine. He licked his lips and cocked his head after placing her on the bed. When he went to leave... He was struck by a blast that sent him lurching into the bathroom door and crashing into the wall. He turned. "What..." He gasped. "Oi!" The girl was a whirlwind of fiery anger. "Do I look like some bloody fang banger to you?" "How--" "YOU BIT ME! Do you know how long it's going to take me to stop looking blue? A fucking WEEK!" Aro was stunned... And intrigued.