On the eve of a fragile ceasefire, warrior Kaelin watches her adoptive father fall beneath the enemy's blade. Grief hardens into fury, and her world narrows to a single purpose: vengeance. But in her path stands Sol, second heir to the throne-a prince forged by the same relentless war. Their clashes ignite a perilous bond of defiance and desire, even as Kaelin's hatred threatens to consume her. When long-buried truths about her origins come to light, Kaelin must face a devastating choice: cling to vengeance, or surrender to a love that could destroy them both. ──── ୨୧ ──── ꨄ This story will be published on Wattpad, AO3 and Royal Road. ꨄ

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶, 𝓚𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂, 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓐𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮... Verona is trapped in the icy Northern Ridge, a brutal taiga where no one can survive on their own for long. Scarred, lonely, and forever altered by her own magic and Kieran's, she's running out of options. Her closest friends think she's dead, a victim of her own powers. When Kieran makes an offer she can't refuse- to help her with the revenge she's craved since her parents' murder- she has difficult choices to make. But there are truths that remain buried beneath the shifting sands of the Rihlian Steppes, and the snows of the taiga. And they might be best left uncovered.

[𝐌𝐌] 𝐇𝐲𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 Love knows no crown, no rules, no limits. Some songs are meant to be heard.

𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵. 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓮... Words Verona has heard in her nightmares, ever since the death of her family at the hands of the monstrous Cearnian Empire. In between trapping game and fishing for a living, she spends all of her time in The Soggy Crow- a run-down tavern at the edge of her town of Everthorn. When a handsome stranger arrives at the Crow, the nature of her reality is thrown into chaos. Bolero is a firehawk- a red-tailed hawk shapeshifter with an affinity for fire magic. Hailing from The Eyrie, a civilization of avian shapeshifters, he is a masterful hunter, and a furious warrior. But something is missing. Something that tugs at his chest every time he wanders into the Nithra Forest that borders the cliffs of his home. When he has a run-in with the Sidhe - the fae of the Nithra -he realizes that there are some secrets better left unknown. #WattpadWritersShowcase