Prince Aerion Targaryen and Princess Aelora Targaryen - cousins, rivals, reflections of each other's worst ambitions. From the first time they met as children, the air between them burned. He called her vain. She called him mad. They were both right.

They were born as twins of ruin beneath a blood-red sky, two cries echoing across the same storm. Aerion and Vaeyra Targaryen. Aerion was known for being cruel, arrogant and sadistic his sister Vaeyra was known for being more curious, sarcastic and delightfully unhinged but not in the way Aerion was. Where her brother was more sadistic and controlled with the madness Vaeyra was known for her mischievous nature and her bemused, apathetic and unpredictable behaviour. !18+! Toxic, violence, dark romance and sadistic behaviour.

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

She was born to be perfect. Avrora Torrance - daughter of Gabriel, masterpiece of Natalya - a ballerina sculpted into porcelain. Graceful. Obedient. Untouchable. But porcelain cracks. Behind the satin shoes and the flawless pirouettes lies a girl who smokes on rooftops, hides poetry in her journals, and dreams of escape. And then there's him. Will Grayson. Chaos in sneakers. Fire wrapped in laughter. The storm she was never meant to touch. Snow White or Black Swan - every fairytale has a curse. And every curse has a price.

A Killer. A Nobody. That's who she is; these are the things she knows about herself- or at least, what had been drilled into her since she can remember. Who is she to dispute it when she doesn't even know her own name? In a chain of events that lead her back to Prythian, back to her true home, she begins to remember. But it will prove to be a difficult task to figure out who she is now and if she can be the person she was before. It seems she has a part to play that has yet to be revealed. *Trigger Warning for implied/referenced SA* I do not own any of the ACOTAR characters or original storyline included. Those belong to our Queen, SJM.

KNIGHTFALL "The King & His Knight" She was never meant to stand at his side. She was meant to fall behind, break quietly, fade unseen. But the King looked down- and he was the one who knelt. Now Serena Knight walks the halls of an elite London academy, quiet and bruised, trying to survive a world that never made space for girls like her. But Aiden King is still watching. Distant. Unfeeling. Unforgiving. And he remembers everything. Some stories begin with crowns. This one begins with surrender. Disclaimer: The world of [Royal Elite Series] belongs to Rina Kent, I only own my OCs and their plot. The world of "Fast and Furious" belongs to its creators, and I only own my OCs and their plot.

God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑, Andromeda Delacroix was born to break, forged in war's relentless fire, and molded into a weapon bound to serve. A dragon rider scarred by the love she could not save and the ghosts that cling to her, she wears loyalty like a noose, sharpens secrets into daggers, and twists love into a blade that carves through her own heart. She survived off the idea that one day, one day her rage would be witnessed by those who poisoned her with it in the first place. But as power whispers her name and the boundary between ally and enemy fades to ash, she must decide: command the fire, or let it devour her soul. 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒? [OC / BRENNAN SORRENGAIL] [FOURTH WING - ] [COVER: @strtdusty]

Eleanor was never meant to survive this long. But now that she has-she's not sure who she is anymore. The war has reached a breaking point. Navarre is crumbling from the inside out, tangled in bloodshed, backroom politics, and betrayals disguised as strategy. Len was forged for battle, trained to kill-but nothing prepared her for this kind of war. The kind where words are as sharp as blades, and allies might be enemies in disguise. As time runs out, Len finds herself walking a path her mother once warned her about. The lines between hero and monster are blurring. The darkness inside her-once caged-is waking, hungering, changing her. With Nox at her back, and Garrick at her side, Len is a weapon ready to be unleashed. But love is no longer her anchor-it's her weak point. And in this war, weakness is fatal. As gods reach down and monsters rise up, Len must choose who she's willing to become to survive. A savior? A destroyer? Or something far, far worse. Because the phoenix doesn't rise to save the world. She rises to remake it.