Vera Rollins, the daughter of the notorious Pekka Rollins, has lived a life defined by trauma and silence. She wears gloves to protect herself, to shield the world from the scars her father left behind. Kaz Brekker, a man forged in the streets of Ketterdam, has made it his mission to destroy her family. But when their paths cross, the two enemies find themselves locked in a game far more dangerous than either of them expected. In a world where touch is both a weapon and a curse, they will have to confront their pasts, their demons, and each other-whether they want to or not. "The touch of α hαnd ıs never just α touch. It's α promıse, α ɯound, α betrαчαl."

"Crowns topple easily. Thrones crumble like dust. Hearts cease to beat. Thorns draw blood." In a country torn into two, there should have been no room for mistakes. Especially not at the very core of the royal family. That was what she was. Yes, a Lantsov but a witch. Bloodletter. Grisha. In the darkness he longs for the country that had been his home for a great many years. A country that had branded him a heretic, a monster driven by greed, a traitor. Even in hiding, he yearns and yearns. For what, he did not know. But he soon will. A stain of red in an otherwise pristine white cloth. Either cut it out or cut yourself. ▪︎•▪︎•▪︎• The events of this book take place generations prior to Shadow and Bone. A few generations after the Fold was created. (Based on the books from the Grishaverse)

༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ "You really want me to shy away like I used to? Like your little mouse?" I pierce him with every word. The Darkling stares back and for a while the only thing that moves in the room are the shadows. "Alina, you misunderstand me. I have waited centuries for someone like you. Centuries, Alina, alone. I do not need to answer your question. You know what I want." Please don't say it, I think. "I want you to be my Queen, Alina." He pushes off from his chair and I shiver in my seat as he pauses by my side. The Darkling's hands find my chin and he holds my head tenderly with both hands. My power sparks at his touch like fire to kindling and I have to clench a hand in my dress skirt to keep control. He makes sure my gaze is entirely on him when he says, "And you know you will." I shake underneath the pressure of his words and he strokes my chin to calm me. Fine, but he has no idea what he is asking for. I shall be a queen, but not his. And he will regret the day he forced me back at his side like a dog. Aleksander, I think, bow. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ It starts with burst of light, like it did in the beginning. Every time a Sun Summoner dies, there is a burst of light. With every flashing death, Alina can feel a strong hum of power return to her. Fearing the loss of her new life, she sets out on a mission to the Little Palace with hopes her old friends could help her. Little does Alina know, a familiar shadow sits on the throne of Grisha. As a whirlwind of events sets her right back on square one, Alina makes a vital decision to change everything. Still, she finds herself teetering in the edge of letting the Darkling and her powers swallow her up. The Sun Summoner has grown and she can no longer be a saint. She has to be a queen. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ This is a Grisha trilogy fanfiction that takes place after Ruin and Rising. All rights belong to Leigh Bardugo. VERY SLOW BURN Darklina!

Blood is thicker than water. For some, this is a truth that can never be overcome. Yet nothing is infallible when burdened by unimaginable hardship. Her whole life Svetlana Starkov has only had one desire: protect her twin sister Alina. Similar in many ways, they have always shared everything. Yet, Svetlana has one secret that she hides even from herself. A power has buzzed through her veins since the moment she first learned that the lights in the sky were called stars. In order to make Alina happy, Svetlana has ignored the spark for years. However, when their regiment is attacked while traveling through the Fold she is forced to release the power within. Golden rays of the sun and silver-blue starlight come to their aid. The people of Ravka have waited for ages for the Sun Summoner but no one knows what to make of Svetlana's unique abilities. However, she herself is more concerned about protecting her sister and fighting the connection she feels to the man who changed everything. Svetlana has always lived by the saying that blood is thicker than water, nothing has made her waiver and nothing ever will. Or will it? [OC- Svetlana Starkov/The Darkling]

▪︎ "Seus olhos, eles brilham tanto Quero guardar esta luz Não consigo fugir disto agora A menos que você me mostre como" ▪︎ YELENA NÃO É UMA GRISHA COMUM, ela é uma conjuradora das sombras assim como seu irmão mais velho, o grande comandante do segundo exército grisha e considerado o homem mais perigoso de Ravka, o Darkling, mesmo que pra ela, ele não se resumisse a tudo isso. Todos esses anos sob asa do irmão, ao seu lado em todos os momentos, ela achava que estava protegida. Mas ela era diferente dele, ela nunca quis morar no palácio mas sabia que estar no exército garantia sua sobrevivência, ser grisha não era nem de longe sinal de segurança. Yelena ansiava por liberdade, não por grandeza, por paz, não por poder. Alina Starkov representava a tão aguardada liberdade. A conjuradora do sol, a esperança de Ravka que veio na pele de uma órfã mestiça da raça Shu que negou seus poderes inconscientemente por anos. Alina Starkov chegou no palácio como uma órfã assustada, mas conforme ela alcançava o sucesso e aprendia a usar seus poderes mais era visível seu brilho, e não apenas a luz conjurada. Yelena obviamente notou isso, ela só conseguia admira-la e quere-la, protege-la, mesmo que soubesse do desejo de seu irmão com a mesma pessoa. Darkling e Yelena podiam estar apaixonados pela mesma garota, mas de longe a amavam da mesma forma. . •grishaverse/shadow and bone •OC×Alina Starkov •darkling sister

───𝗘𝘂 𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗼 𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝗲́,𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗼 𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝗳𝗼𝗶 𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗼 𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗮́... ᴇᴍ ᴜᴍᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ᴍᴀʀʏᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇᴠɴᴀ sᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ,ᴇ ᴇʟᴀ ᴇ sᴇᴜ ᴍᴀʀɪᴅᴏ sᴀ̃ᴏ ᴇxᴘᴜʟsᴏs ᴅᴇ sᴇᴜ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʀᴇᴇɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀʀ ᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴀs ᴠɪᴅᴀs ɴᴇssᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ,ᴀʟɪɴᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋᴏᴠ ᴛᴇᴍ sᴏɴʜᴏs ᴛᴇʀʀɪ́ᴠᴇɪs ᴅᴇ ᴜᴍᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ǫᴜᴇ ᴠᴇɪᴏ ᴀɴᴛᴇs,ᴀssɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ ᴀʟᴇᴋsᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴏᴢᴏᴠᴀ 👿 Escrita por Penthepoet 👿001 Capa by banner MichikoFritz 👿002 Capa by Thamysilvah 👿Shadow and bone; 👿Concluída

O Darkling se apaixonou por Alina Starkov, a Conjuradora do Sol. Mas, infelizmente ela morreu ao Destruir a Dobra. E agora tudo o que o Darkling quer é ter seu amor de volta. Acontece que Deus é bom e misericordioso. Pode este amor proibido superar a morte?

[Contém spoilers do último livro da trilogia grisha!!] "Esse poder é meu" disse tomada pela raiva. A luz era minha. Assim como as sombras. Assim como Aleksander. Assim como Ravka. Eu havia reivindicado esse poder. "Isso pode nos arruinar" Nikolai enfatizou com o julgamento transbordando na voz. "Então eu me torno a ruina."

Alina estava disposta a fazer uma aliança, ela tentaria de todas as formas mudar a mente daquele ser imortal, mas não contava com a desgraça que aconteceria no meio do caminho. Sequestrada, torturada, humilhada. -Ele a encontrou -Ela estava quebrada -Ele juntaria seus pedaços -Era vez da escuridão salvar a luz. -Eles eram semelhantes, eram iguais.

Após a derrota de Darkiling, Alina desistiu de tudo e de todos, ela sabia que de alguma forma Darkiling continuava vivo, porém ela preferio guardar este segredo consigo do que o espalhar para o mundo, no fim ela soube que ele tinha razão, ela estava fadada a ficar sozinha para sempre. Todos morreram, todos menos ela... Mas talvez ela não tivesse tão sozinha quanto pensava.