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The queen of bones ✨Niklaus Mikaelson ✨ by notjazminefrazier
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The Queen of Bones Niklaus Mikaelson has spent a thousand years inspiring fear. Kings have bowed before him. Witches have cursed his name. Entire cities have trembled at his arrival. Then he meets Soleil Baptiste. The feared Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. A woman whose power runs deeper than magic and whose ancestors answer when she calls. When a supernatural threat emerges from the bayous surrounding New Orleans, Klaus finds himself forced into an uneasy alliance with the one woman who refuses to fear him. She calls him arrogant. He calls her insufferable. She threatens to turn him into a frog. He almost believes she can. But beneath the arguments and power struggles lies something neither expected. Something dangerous. Something ancient. Something powerful enough to shake the foundations of New Orleans itself. Because Klaus Mikaelson has fallen in love before. But never with a woman capable of breaking his heart. And Soleil Baptiste has spent her entire life avoiding monsters. The problem? The Original Hybrid might be the first monster she wants to keep. In New Orleans, everyone fears the devil. Except the Queen of Bones.
I love you from the bottom of my heart || Harry Potter by Harold____Potter
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Dark Skies, Golden Embers βš‘πŸŒ‘β˜€οΈ by SiannaCortez
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The night the Minotaur came for Percy Jackson, the storm should have ended in blood. Instead, the rain froze midair. The thunder of Zeus vanished beneath a silence so deep it felt unnatural. Out of the shadows stepped a stranger with silver eyes, a cruel smile, and darkness curling around him like a living crown. Caerus. A seventeen-year-old immortal forged in Tartarus itself. The hidden son of Nyx and Zeus. The Silver-Tongued Shadow. He kills the Minotaur with silent lightning before the beast can touch Sally Jackson, walks through Camp Half-Blood's magical barrier untouched, and throws the entire balance of Olympus into chaos. Because Caerus knows things. He knows Percy Jackson did not steal the Master Bolt. He knows Olympus is rotting from the inside. And he knows the gods deserve to fear what waits in the dark. But the most dangerous thing in Caerus's path is not a Titan or monster. It is Apollo. The golden god of sunlight, prophecy, and truth becomes obsessed with the beautiful immortal who looks at him without reverence. Caerus sees through every flirtation, every practiced smile, every divine mask Apollo has ever worn. For the first time in his immortal life, Apollo cannot lie. And for the first time since escaping Tartarus... Caerus wants something he cannot control. As war brews between Olympus and Kronos, the sun and the storm begin circling each other like rival constellations, equal parts devotion and destruction. The sky was never meant to hold both daylight and absolute night. But together? They might burn the world into something new.
The Son of War and Magic by SiannaCortez
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The welcoming feast of 1977 was supposed to mark the beginning of Hogwarts' final year before war consumed Britain. Instead, the Fates arrived. Before students, professors, pureblood families, Unspeakables, Aurors, and the Wizengamot, an ancient screen descends upon the Great Hall with one purpose: to reveal the future. But the future does not belong to James Potter. It belongs to Callan Aurelius Peverell-Potter. The forgotten Potter heir. The son of Ares. The demigod Hogwarts never understood. Quiet. Brilliant. Dangerous. While the wizarding world played politics, Callan walked among monsters, gods, Titan wars, and prophecies older than magic itself. He knows Voldemort's secret. He knows Dumbledore's plans. He knows how wars begin... and how they end. As the screen reveals battles, betrayals, divine bloodlines, and the terrifying truth behind the "black sheep" of House Potter, alliances fracture across Hogwarts. And through it all, one person watches Callan more closely than anyone else: Atlas Black. The older Black brother who spent years holding his fractured family together. The boy Callan has loved in silence since first sight. The only person capable of anchoring the mind of Death's Heir. In a castle built on secrets, the most dangerous revelation will not be that Callan could destroy them all. It will be discovering how long he has already been saving them.
Shadows Of Blood And House by SiannaCortez
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In the Heart of Hogwarts, power is no longer given--It is claimed. Born 16 minutes apart Hadrian Orion Asterion Potter-Black and Canis Altair Cassian Potter-Black enter Hogwarts not as innocent first-years, but as heirs of ancient bloodlines long thought dormant. With the runes of their ancestors carved into their very skin and magic older than the castle humming beneath their fingertips, the twins arrive ready to defy fate itself. Slytherin will not know what hit it. I am doing some major editing on the chapters I've done 15 of the beginning chapters
Lilith Potter by ChatGptqueen1
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"Everyone knows Harry Potter. Nobody knows his sister. Hidden from the wizarding world and locked away in magical juvie for years, 18-year-old Lilith Potter arrives at carrying dark magic, a dangerous reputation, and no interest in being saved. While desperately tries to know the sister stolen from him, Lilith wants nothing to do with the golden boy or his perfect world. But when four obsessive Slytherins - , , , and - become dangerously attached to her, Hogwarts begins to realize one terrifying truth: Lilith Potter was never the forgotten twin. She was the one they were afraid of."
Deadline ((Jughead Jones)) 4 by Pa1ge_B3ard
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"I want to thank you all for coming. I know you all...loved my son. So, before I give my speech, I'd like to invite the only other person who loved Jughead nearly as much as me up here. Cynthia Blossom." FP, eyes red and full of tears, stepped down from the raised platform. I sat beside Jellybean, only looking at the casket and nothing else. It was made from a smooth wood with red and white roses on top. Jughead would have hated them, thinking they were cliche and I would agree. "Thi?" JB said, touching my arm slightly. I sat with my arms crossed over my stomach and wrapping around myself as my knee bounced uncontrollably. She was holding an order of service. I couldn't bring myself to hold one. I looked at her, and she nodded her head to FP who was holding out his hand for me to take.
Flatline ((Jughead Jones)) 3 by Pa1ge_B3ard
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When he put me down, we were both a little out of breath, still happy and in love, but slowly realising what was ahead of us. Whatever events would come next, we would be ready for and we would face it together. "Yeah, we're damaged." I stated, looking down at my leg, knowing the scars lying under my clothing. "Badly damaged." Jughead replied, lifting my head up, my lips closer. "But your love's too good to lose." We stated to each other. I knew I would be with Jughead for the rest of my life. There was no one else I would rather be with and there was no one else that would come close to treating me as well as Jughead.
Lifeline ((Jughead Jones)) 1 by Pa1ge_B3ard
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"Cynthia!" That voice caused my head to snap up and meet his desperate gaze. His eyes were pleading and terrified. Even through my tears I could read his expression from there. "Come to the shore and we'll figure this out together okay?" Veronica called again. I stood to join my sister, not taking my eyes off the dancing cracks beneath us until I stood right beside her. My hand found hers. "Thia! I can't lose you! I love you..." The boy in the beanie pleaded. We both sent the group a sad smile. Then rushing bone-chilling water enveloped us. (Book two and three are now out and complete, book 4 is in the process of being written)
Helpline ((Jughead Jones)) 2 by Pa1ge_B3ard
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I grabbed her wrist before she could walk away, pulling her to my chest. Moving the camera to point at us, getting a close up of her giving me a kiss before moving to get her costume, I saw her smile at me and blush at the camera. In that moment, that short moment between her blushing at the lens, and Toni coming to grab her away, I knew that this was the girl for me. Never did I think that I would live out every cliche in every romantic chick-flick. But looking into her eyes in that small moment as she glanced behind her to blow me a kiss, I knew this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Get ready for the sequel to 'Lifeline'.