Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.

Lu Hua thought she had finally escaped the twisted obsession of the boy who had tormented her when she was shot and killed. However, she was surprised to find that she had been transported to an ancient world, inhabiting the body of a girl who had been married multiple times before. People said she was unattractive, which is why her past husbands didn't want her. Despite this, Lu Hua was told to marry the sixth prince, who happened to be a cripple. She decided to take care of him and be a good wife. But when the married couple was invited to attend the emperor's birthday celebration, Lu Hua made the decision to not wear her face veil. To everyone's surprise, her true beauty was finally revealed. Suddenly, all of Lu Hua's former husbands wanted her back, sparking a fierce competition for her affection.

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

Story not entirely mine. This story was created with some assistance. Grateful for the support and creative suggestions that helped shape this narrative. The ideas, and plotlines are the result of an interactive collaboration, enhancing the storytelling experience. This is a work of fiction (FanFiction, to be exact) - a Harry Potter x Peaky Blinders crossover. Hope you all enjoy it!

Rikki was tired of fighting. She won the War but she decided she was sick of being treated like she didn't have emotions, so she left her world. Moving the Gold Coast, she starts the her Junior year in a Muggle high school and tries to live normally, until one day, she becomes something else magical. So very sick of magical bullshit, Duchess Maleficent Rikki Lilith Potter-Black lets herself be a teenager for once. Now she has a tail, what more could go wrong? WHY DID SHE ASK THAT?!

Alstromeia Potter never expected to end up in Hell since she died an old maid. It doesn't help that the Hallows and her wealth haven't let go either. Looks like she'll have to adjust being the adoptive daughter of a 1920s flapper demon, and helping out in the ritzy club they own. No one mentioned the Overlords that would take an interest in her.

Li Yao, a retired assassin, woke up one day to find herself transmigrated to ancient times and became a famous shrew far and wide. With hands on her hips, she wailed loudly. Villagers called her the bane of ghosts, and even dogs would circle around when they saw her. She had four children, her husband had passed away, and it was a disastrous year, leaving them poor as church mice. Fortunately, River Bay Village was nestled against a big mountain, with wild chickens, wild boars, wolves, tigers, herbs, spices, corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes... it seemed to have everything. Rely on the water to eat, and rely on the mountain. With her skills that exceeded the times, Yao Li quickly became the wealthiest person in River Bay Village. She was determined to stick to her original aspirations - retire and live out her remaining years in peace. But as a widow, there were many things at her doorstep. Her maiden family coveted her wealth; local ruffians lusted after her beauty; the magistrate admired her talents; the prefect wanted to rely on her to build up his political achievements; the scholar admired her literary talent; the chancellor respected her breadth of knowledge... Wave after wave, wearing down her doorstep. Even a Prince was amazed by her, finding all kinds of excuses to frequently visit and neglect his palaces. Li Yao adapted to the circumstances, sparring back and forth, just wishing her retirement life would remain undisturbed. But unknowingly, the world was changing because of her.

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 /𝘸ɪ𝘵ʃ/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 1. 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴇꜱᴍᴇ" "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ"

Heaven and Earths Collide Princess Eleanor is the youngest daughter of Queen Charlotte and King George III-a princess raised among crowns, expectations, and carefully kept secrets. While her brothers and sisters leave the palace to begin lives of their own, Eleanor remains within its walls, watched closely by a mother who fears the truth she cannot change. Because Eleanor carries the one thing her parents prayed none of their children would inherit. A mind that does not always obey her. At times the world becomes too loud, too bright, too alive with whispers she cannot silence. Yet beyond those moments, Eleanor is curious, intelligent, and determined to understand the world around her-even if that world was never meant to understand her. In a society that demands perfection from its princesses, Eleanor must learn how to live with a mind that refuses to follow the rules. Because some battles cannot be seen. And some secrets, once revealed, could change everything. 🐝🐝🐝

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.