Hermione Granger has never belonged-not in the grand houses of distant relatives, nor in the silent corridors of her father's best friends cold estate. When a mysterious illness claims her parents, she's sent to live at the ancient Malfoy Manor, a place steeped in magic she doesn't understand and secrets no one will speak of. Spoiled, sharp-tongued, and entirely alone, Hermione finds herself intrigued by the manor's forbidden corners-especially the locked garden gate hidden behind years of overgrowth. But nothing is more curious than the pale, bitter boy hidden away in one of the upper rooms. Draco Malfoy is ill, angry, and just as trapped as she is. As Hermione begins to uncover the truth behind the manor's mysteries and the spell-bound garden, she also begins to unravel Draco's guarded heart-and maybe even her own. In a world where magic is both wonder and wound, two broken souls might just find the strength to heal... together. "Hazel Eyes" is a wistful, romantic retelling of The Secret Garden, re-imagining Dramione in a world of forgotten magic, locked doors, and second chances.

Darkness is beckoning. War is game. Magic is forbidden. And one girl is the only hope. Eighteen year old Kaira Blackwood is a scavenger in the kingdom of Eldarath, hiding from the ruthless Emperor Marcellus. A death sentence hangs over her head, a bounty worth thousands and more wrings her neck. Eleven years ago her family was murdered for the same reason she is wanted, for possessing magic. Luck isn't on her side. She holds two kinds of magic, shadow and storm, both of which she has no control. Cursed is what she'd call herself. Life takes a turn when she gets aid from a mysterious hooded figure, a rebel. Kaira is thrown into a war she doesn't want any part of and given a title she doesn't want to bear. There's more to the Emperor than meets the eye, a dark collective working behind the scenes, and a secret her parents fought to keep hidden. Kaira has to make a choice. Accept the title she's been given and train her power and strength to destroy the threat, or stand back and watch the world burn in darkness. Best Ratings- #1 in stormmagic #17 in darknessandlight #3 in evilking

When the cat loses eight of its lives, what happens when it's on its last? Alia Pathridge is a criminal of ten years, hiding from the government and authorities. With seven prison escapes under her belt, she's the most feared and wanted human alive. Her life of crime, however, takes a turn when she's nearly caught again, suffering from three bullet wounds, and takes a hostage for leverage. They escape to an abandoned town, a ghost town. But someone lives there, someone Alia once trusted with her life. Soon, crime isn't her concern. The reason she's so wanted and hated by the government unveils itself, bringing secrets she never knew were possible. Lives are on the line, human existence is threatening to be extinguished. And Alia is the only one who can prevent it. But she herself is on the line. She's on her last life, last chance, and if captured, she's being sent straight to electric chair. And this time, there will be no escape.

One sister held captive. The other locked in her home. War's game is playing. Adira Hawk has been held captive by Maeve for over a month. How much longer she doesn't know. The only thing that's on her mind is survive, keep Kai alive, and pray they both can make it through in one piece. Trapped in her own home, Lyn Hawk is trying to balance both leading the group on her own and keeping the village safe, all the while trying to find where Adira is being held and save her. But with eight people in her home-seven and a half, if being technical-the simple act of focusing is proving to be harder than understanding what's happening to her. When Brock begins to show where his loyalties lie, Lyn finds the people of Berk are in danger by both him and Maeve. And with the disappearance of dragons, including the Alpha's sister, Lyn realizes that the rescue for Adira will take longer than she wanted. Both Adira and Lyn have to battle their own fights in the war, but when the sisters are torn apart, will they be strong enough to endure and survive them? ---------------------------- This story is geared towards an older audience. Content warnings consist of graphic descriptions of blood, death, mentions of SA, torture, murder, trauma, and war. Viewer discretion is advised.

Nyra Thorne's origin wasn't forged by tragedy, but rather betrayal. She had everything, gained what she fought for. She was a prodigy; celebrated, admired, feared. Nyra was the warrior the kingdom loved. She gave them every victory...until she was blamed for the blood that followed. Slandered. Banished. Seemingly forgotten. Now she calls herself the Dark Arrow, the Hollow String, the Shadow Archer. She disappeared for a time, just long enough to let the world relax. But she's done hiding. Nyra has returned. Not with vengeance. With purpose. The kingdom fears her, and she lets them. She's become what they think of her, stepping into the position without hesitation. If being the villain is the only way for them to hear, she'll do it. Sometimes, truth isn't found in light. It's found in the darkness by those who wish to stand in it. Best Ratings- #31 in sacrifices #78 in yafantasy #1 in villainpov #1 in wickedqueen #36 in truthbetold #2 in fightfortruth

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. Copyright 2025 AnemoneMarino. All Rights Reserved. Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.