(Game Of Thrones Alt-History FanFic) "The Storm" is about the United States of America and the landmass of the North American Continent being transported to another world during a major Solar storm that Earth has never faced. Cut off from her friends and allies. The nation must tread into this strange and new world alone. Cross dangerous uncharted seas and meet foes who want to destroy her-changing the political landscape in the nation for the better, to a small few for the worse. I own nothing is related to ASOIAF/Game of Thrones. I do this as a labor of love and a hobby. Plus this refines my writing skill.

Beneath bitter skies, redemption rides with the restless. ----------------------------------- 1863 Fresh from the war and nursing a wound that won't heal, Jesse Dunning rides home to Texas - only to find his town burned to cinders and his family gone. His mother's grave is fresh, his brother Cole's is missing, and that's enough to send Jesse back into the wild with nothing but a horse, a bad shoulder, and a promise. When a fever nearly kills him in a border town, he's saved by Emmaline McGraw - a sharp-tongued, soft-hearted woman with her own ghosts and a brother out west. Together, they set out across a country, still bleeding from war, chasing rumors, wagon trails, and hope through dust and danger. From the ashes of Texas to the mountains of Oregon, Jesse's search for his brother becomes something more - a fight to outrun his past, a test of the man he's becoming, and a reckoning with the love he swore he'd never want again. Under bitter skies, every mile brings him closer to the truth: some things lost can still be found - if a man's willing to bleed for them.

The last thing US Marshal Jasper expects to find after a gunfight with a band of outlaws is a woman. She's dressed like a man, she swears like a man, she's and deadly with a gun, and she's gorgeous. But Clara has a past she's been running from, a name on her kill list, and she won't let anybody, handsome lawman or not, get in the way of her revenge.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. But to her, he was just Bob. The quiet boy with shadows in his eyes and a storm in his chest. The one who never said much, but made her feel like the world was holding its breath when he looked at her. Calla was supposed to anchor him. A psychic tether. A control mechanism. Nothing more than protocol. But what started as duty became dependency, and what was meant to be clinical unraveled into something desperate and human - a bond deeper than blood, forged in stolen glances and unsaid things. When the shutdown order came, they ran. But she was the key to breaking him. So they killed her. At least, that's what the file says. Now the program is buried. The project silenced. But the Void remembers. And so does he. He was built to destroy. But for her? He would burn Eden itself. 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝙵𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊_© & 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜