Salt & Black Flags: The Open Horizon The sea remembers. Seventeen-year-old Rowan Ashcroft lives for open water, stolen horizons, and the thrill of pushing just a little too far. Captain of a lean, scarred ship and a crew barely old enough to be called pirates, Rowan believes the sea rewards those bold enough to challenge it. He's wrong. When a reckless theft in Tortuga draws the attention of something ancient beneath the waves, Rowan's crew finds themselves marked by forces older than piracy itself. The wind shifts. The tides pull wrong. Songs drift across the water that no one should hear - and never answer. Caught between freedom and consequence is Maeve Calder, sharp-eyed and steady, whose instincts warn her long before danger shows its face. She trusts the sea only as far as it allows, and she knows some debts can't be outrun. Then there is Elliot Fairwind, a principled sailor who still believes in doing the right thing - even when the world refuses to reward it. As myth bleeds into reality and legends rise from the depths, Elliot must decide how much goodness can survive in a life built on theft and defiance. As sirens stir, old pirate names cast long shadows, and the sea begins to collect what it is owed, the crew is forced to confront a truth no sailor escapes: Freedom always has a cost. Set during the Golden Age of Piracy and steeped in sea mythology, Salt & Black Flags: The Open Horizon is a coming-of-age adventure about choice, loyalty, and the thin line between daring and damnation - where the ocean watches, remembers, and never forgets.

June Mayari always believed her childhood maladaptive daydreams had simply matured into lucid dreams. Bored with the monotony of her life, she thought her mind was only weaving elaborate stories while she slept. But when her dreams grew too vivid-too real-she began to wonder if something more was at play. After a night of drunken stargazing, June awakens in the body of a feared and envied empress whose every step is shadowed by assassination attempts from dark forces coveting after the throne. She has unwittingly crossed dimensions through astral projection, landing in the perilous world of Elementum Cultivari-a realm ruled by magic cultivators. Now trapped in a life of silk and steel, June must navigate palace intrigue, unravel the mysteries of her reluctant betrothed, General Rhyuu, and conceal the truth of her identity before she's exposed as an imposter. But as conspiracies tighten their grip around the empire, she discovers her arrival is no accident. The threads of fate have bound her to this world far deeper than she ever imagined.

...𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞... ⧫︎steamyromance ⧫︎enemiestolovers ⧫︎slow-burn ⧫︎reincarnation ⧫︎GoodOmensbutSexy *** When you've lived only to suffer, you learn why some souls refuse a second chance. Clark Parker dies a Saint－ and is offered reincarnation. A perfect next life. Peace. Bliss. Everything a pure soul deserves. Everything... except a 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. Because she doesn't have one. Or at least－ that's what they told her. But someone in the Veil remembers her－ a man she was never meant to forget. And to find him... she must become a 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳. #1 Veil #1 Grim reapers #1 Ghosts #1 Afterlife [First draft - Completed 11 Apr 2026] [Currently undergoing rewrites, expect the in-line comments to be gone]

The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

Life and death were separated... and the world is paying the price. The Tree of Souls is withering, and with it, the magic that sustains the realms of Primordialis. Children of magic are being born without power, the clans are fading, and ancient prophecies speak of an inevitable end. Kalithea Neralyth, heir to the lineage of Life, refuses to accept the extinction of her people. Her search will lead her beyond forbidden boundaries, into the human world, where a faint echo of what Death once was still lingers. There, she will uncover the truth hidden for centuries: the exiled lineage still exists... and with it, a man who was never meant to return. © All rights reserved.

Thessaly has spent her life haunted by nightmares of a shadowed male and a beast prowling beneath her skin. But her visions are not the only pieces of herself she cannot trust. Her memories have been stripped from her again and again, her past stolen and her origins buried, until one violent night forces her to unleash the darkness she has spent her life suppressing. Dragged into the hidden world of the fae, a realm divided between the radiant Seelie Court and the shadowed Unseelie, Thessaly learns her nightmares were never only dreams. They were warnings. Invitations. A door opening between her and something ancient enough to recognize the magic waking inside her. Riven, heir to the Seelie Court, is the first to see the woman beneath the prophecy. Ruthless, guarded, and bound by secrets of his own, he should be her enemy. Instead, he becomes the one person capable of anchoring her to the humanity she is terrified to lose. But fate has another claim on her-one that has been waiting in her nightmares. Kael, commander in a rising dark army, does not fear what Thessaly is becoming. He reveres it. As her power grows, the dreams that once haunted her become something far more dangerous: a connection. Where Riven offers control, Kael offers release. Where Riven loves the woman she is fighting to remain, Kael worships the weapon she could become. And to a girl whose life has been stolen, sealed, and buried, being worshipped might feel dangerously like being seen. As war stirs across the realms and forgotten bloodlines begin to wake, Thessaly must uncover the truth of what was taken from her before the darkness beneath her skin convinces her to surrender the last fragile pieces of who she was. Because the prophecy the courts fear may not be warning of a savior at all, but of the hidden heirs whose choices could save the realms-or end them. ~~~~~~ A special thank you to @ToWolfKin for creating the cover.

Imaginez, que votre maison soit un tas de métal de plusieurs kilomètres de long, traversant l'espace à une vitesse complètement déraisonnable, en priant pour qu'une planète au bout du chemin soit vaguement respirable. Ajoutez à ça que vous et vos amis êtes envoyés explorer l'épave fantomatique d'un vaisseau géant, en quarantaine depuis des années. Sans équipement digne de ce nom. Sans plan. Et avec pour seule consigne : « Sauvez l'humanité SVP». Bienvenue dans la vie d'Alice, Alphonse et Horizon. Trois ados, derniers espoirs d'une humanité mal barrée, embarqués malgré eux dans une mission suicide. Avant d'atteindre Avalon, ils vont vite comprendre deux choses : 1. Les cauchemars sont moins flippants que la réalité. 2. Dans l'espace, personne n'entend les ados hurler. Couverture par Amandine Gimenez https://www.instagram.com/lapetitepieuvre_illustrations?igsh=OHg1YnBuaWZtc280

​Her doctor calls it grief. Zaia calls it terror. ​For three months, Zaia has tried to bury the guilt of the Blackwood Gorge accident that killed her three friends. But the haunting is far from over. When impossible threats of blood and violence begin to manifest only inside her home, Zaia fears her grief has finally fractured her mind. The line between reality and hallucination becomes thin when her next-door neighbor, Kyron, witnesses the same escalating terror. Suddenly on the run, Zaia and Kyron realize they are either sharing a psychological breakdown-or being actively hunted by something that defies the laws of nature. With every road leading to a dead end, their only chance for survival is to head straight back to the one place Zaia swore she'd never see again: the scene of the trauma. To escape the darkness, they must dive into the madness.

#Hisyearningseries1 "In his claws, love is a dangerous cage" A girl name elora smith gets into a car accident and transmitted into the unknown world where she find herself in a someones arms almost looking like a devil having long scary wings and fangs. Read to know more... Thankyou....

𝜗𝜚／﹒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 207 ┆ trafalgar law x fem reader 　　 ◞ ◟　　。 college au slow burn ⠀⠀ ➥ in which, ﹒ [l/n] [y/n] is an absolute mess of creativity, always juggling multiple art projects- whether it's a film assignment, her personal projects or a painting. the artist always had a secret passion for singing- for music. one day, she decided to form a silly little band with her childhood friend, portgas d. ace. they went on to form a chaotic, random but somehow endearing band of talented gremlins with all very different majors. but this one person was different- trafalgar d. water law. a future surgeon, somehow into music, and terrifyingly good at guitar with a jawline that could kill. what's even worse? he made her act like a depressed poet who couldn't stop yearning and writing about heartbreak at 2am. © eiichiro oda - one piece ˏ none of the characters are my own except [y/n] and other ocs in the story.