"Işığa ulaşmak için önce karanlıktan korkmamayı öğrenmen gerek. Çünkü şafak karanlığın içinde. Karanlıktan uyan, gözlerini aç, geceyi terk et, şafaktan kaç." ☼ Çeyrek Vurgun Serisi'nin birinci kitabıdır.

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

THE DANCE OF DRAGONS tells the story of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half-brother, Aegon, who waged war for control of the Seven Kingdoms. Both believed they deserved the Iron Throne. Brothers faced brothers. Dragons faced dragons. But what of those who had no choice? In the footnotes and on loose pages of Septon Eustace's records, there was a name that had been forgotten by many. Aella Targaryen. Daughter of fire, raised across the sea, she carried a fragile heart and a soul made of steel. The shadow of war never seemed to reach her-until it did. She didn't ask for crowns. Or wars.<br /> But fate never asked what she wanted. And it was this same fate that crossed her path with the Lord of Winter. Where fire met ice, amid ash and chaos, through letters exchanged over years, a love was born. This is not a story about thrones. It's a story about choices. About everything the books forgot to tell.

Daryl was always a cold person. But that day when I said 'I do', I knew that there was a caring and selfless man inside him. And I hated to admit it, but I missed him. I gazed ahead into the scenery beyond the RV, of criss-cross dirt roads, lush trees and misty night skies. 'I miss you so much, Daryl Dixon.' I confessed to the stars. ** What if Rick wasn't the only coma patient left to die in the hospital at the start of the apocalypse? What if a woman who was beaten into a coma awoke in the very same room as Rick a few days before him? And what if that woman just happened to be Daryl Dixon's newlywed wife? Follow Erin Dixon, previously Erin Leigh, as she joins Rick on his quest to find his wife and son, and finds her long lost love along the way, with many unanswered questions, lies and secrets threatening to tear them apart... again. *Important - I do not own any of AMC'S The Walking Dead scenes, dialogue, or plot lines used in this fanfiction. I only take full rights of my original add ons to the scenes and dialogue, and all my original characters *

Targaryen. A name that smallfolk and highborn feared. A name that represented and symbolized dragons. Every time a Targaryen is born. The Gods flip a coin as the world holds its breath. A daughter was born, white hair, cunning purple eyes and pale skin. Just like her mother and father. She was a true Targaryen. The true heir to the throne, a heir that everyone would respect. She would surpass her mother and father combined. She was unique, a treasure. But as the throne was giving to the unrightful heir of the seven kingdoms. Vaelyra Targaryen seeks help from her mothers demand as she search's for help along with her brothers. But, what Vaelyra doesn't know is that she finds two very handsome men that help her claim her birthright. Aenar Celtalar and Valar Celator help the young princess out. One even falling in love with her. What happens when Vaelyra goes back home with Aenar and Valar? OC x OC -Warning this is just a fanfic, none of this is real. I came up with the ideas by myself. All rights go to the creator of House of the Dragon. Along with the House of the Dragon characters. -This book may mention the following: ~Gore ~Blood ~Death ~Depression ~Mature Language -Please comment! I love if you give ideas and I love reading my followers/readers thoughts! It gives me the courage to write more and to continue my stories. -Also, Vaelyra is the aftermath of Daemon not leaving the Whore House. Him and Rhaenyra actually done it and Vaelyra is the after math. Rhaenyra was 21 at that time not 17. I had to age her and Daemon up just a tad to make the story line! But other than that! Enjoy! -Enjoy the story!

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ , ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ" [ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴏᴄ x ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ] 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯.

| FANTASTİK KİTAPTIR / SERİ ADI: YANSIMA SERİSİ | | KİTAP HİÇBİR ŞEKİLDE 1919 YILINDA GEÇEN SIRADAN BİR YUNAN VE TÜRK KIZI ARASINDAKİ AŞKI ELE ALMIYOR. | | OLAYLAR TAMAMEN FARKLIDIR. | | BU KİTAPTA TANRI VE TANRIÇALAR VARDIR, ONA GÖRE OKUMANIZ TAVSİYE EDİLİR. | | İLK DÖRT BÖLÜM OKUNMADAN KURGUNUN ANLAŞILMASI ZORDUR. | Firuze, 1972 yılında; alımlı, azimli, güçlü ve milli duygularını doruklarda yaşayan gençlerden sadece biridir. Zorlu yaşam koşullarının getirdiği azim ve hırsla bulduğu her işte çalışan Firuze, yirmi beşinci yaş gününden sadece birkaç gün sonra bir yaşlı bakım evinde işe başlar. Yirmi beşinci yaş gününün hayatının dönüm noktası olacağına inanan Firuze, girmiş olduğu işte yaşlı bir adamdan sorumlu tutulmuştur. Herkese karşı soğuk, mesafeli ve bunaltıcı olan adam ona gelince daha ılımlı ve hoşgörülü olmuştur. Zaman geçtikçe ihtiyar adamla daha da yakınlaşan Firuze, bir gün onunla birlikte gittiği mezarlıkta hayatının olması gerektiğinden yanlış ilerlediğini ve yanlış zamanda doğan doğru insan olduğunu öğrenir. O günden sonra hiçbir şey eskisi gibi değildir. Zira Firuze, yanlış zamanın kelepçelerinden kurtulmuş ve kendi zamanı olan 1919'a kelepçelerin ezici izi ile ulaşmıştır. ____ 1919 yılında bir Türk'e yardım ettiği için idam kararı verilen Yunan subayı Andreas, dönüm noktası dünyaya geldiği zaman tarih çizgisinin yeniden şekilleneceğini ve o zaman her şeyin farklı olacağını söyler ve kimse inanmaz... İdam ettrilmeden birkaç gün önce ise gizemli bir Türk kızıyla karşılaşır ve tarih çizgisi yeniden şekillenir. [Bu kitap 2019 yılında kurgulanmış ve yayınlanmaya yeni cesaret edilmiştir. Aksilik çıkmadığı takdirde yeni bölüm haftada bir geliyordur. Bölüm haberlerinden ve kitap hakkında spoilerden haberdar olmak için instagramda @mrsstarlice1 hesabın

"Bana ocüymüş gibi bakmayı kes. İnsanım." Derin bir nefes aldıktan sonra dolunaya baktım. Bu gece beni aydınlatmak ona düşmüştü. "Ayrıca göbeğin sana pek yardımcı olmuyor. O ağaç senden birkaç beden daha küçük." Beklediğim gibi birkaç homurtu duyduğumda ağacın arkasına saklanan genç çocuk kendini açık etti. Titreyen bedenini gördüğümde sıkkın bir nefes bıraktım. "Şu gözlerini çek üzerimden velet."dişlerimi sıkarak söylediklerim onu daha da korkutmuş gibi titremesi arttığında kendimden bir kez daha iğrendim. Üzerimde üniformam ile birçok çocuğun hayalini süslerken başka bir çocuğu benliğimle korkutuyordum. "Korkacak bir şey yok. Bir tanıdık." Kaşlarımla arkamdaki mezarı işaret ettiğimde çocuk kalkan kaşları ile bana sanki bir hayaletmişim gibi bakmaya devam etti. "Ne var ulan?! Babamızın mezarına ziyarete geldik işte! Niye mezardaki benmişimde dirilmişim gibi bakıyorsun?" Sağ elinin işaret parmağı titrek bir şekilde havalanıp arkamdaki açık mezarı işaret ettiğinde "Babanın mezarını mı kazdın yani?"diye sordu. Sanki çok normal bir şeymiş gibi sakince omuzlarımı silktim. "Senin mezarını mı kazmalıydım?" "Hayır tabiki de!"diye cırladığında diğer eliyle hızlıca ağzına kapattı. "Abla Allah'ını kitabını seversen senin akşam akşam başka işin yok muydu ya?!" "Niye lan? Bu akşam müsait değil miydi?"

The girl who thought that she lost everything, but maybe she gained more. A 14years old Theia has good life. She tries her best at everything. But one day something happens, and she now knows that she needs to learn more about her past. What happens when the Earth's mightiest heros are on a mission to take down another hydra base and meet Theia? MCU | Pre-Age of Ultron - Age of ultron | Book one of three I only own my own plot and my oc's I obviously dont own the actors, characters and everything created by nyone else. Everything related and created by marvel is owned by Marvel Entertainment TRIGGER WARNING: Violence

||𝐓𝐖𝐃 -- "I'll be yours forever. Just tell me when to start." 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 (n.) - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳． ꧁✩꧂ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐀 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩