If you had two days to save the person you love before waking up to a world that never remembers either of you - what would you do? Everyone dreams until they turn eighteen - visions that act as blueprints for their future, a foundation built to fulfil their destinies or death. Anos never did. Labeled incomplete and removed from the system, his mind doesn't receive instructions, it causes disturbances, blank dark spaces that swallowed him in for seventeen years. With only two days left before his eighteenth birthday, Anos is running out of time he never understood. Then, beneath a moon that never changes, he sees a girl the world refuses to remember. A presence he recognises before he can explain it. The crimson eyes. The soft hands. And in a blink, she's gone, forgotten, as if she was never meant to exist at all. Will they find peace amongst all odds? Or will life just be a nightmare, meaningless and forgotten? And beneath all of that, nightmare fuel is brewing, and through a touch, the world is plunged into chaos. (New Chapters Every Week) Disclaimer: (Cover is AI! It is only a temporary Place Holder as we work to create a better cover to fit your desires!)

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ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟʏ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ. · · • • • ✤ • • • · · All Princess Rosalyn wanted to do was read every book in the royal library, ride her horse beyond the Castle Grounds, traipse around the gardens under moonlight, and run barefoot into the sea. Yet time and again her father and mother, the King and the Queen respectively, insisted on shoving her back into the same old gilded cage. Forced to preen and gossip with petty courtiers. To dance at balls with dull suitors. To play the part of pretty, refined, well-behaved, and most importantly witless princess. Meanwhile, all Sir Geralt wanted to do was get a good night's sleep. Plagued by nightmares from a bloody crusade that left him with more than a few scars, the young knight merely longs for peace, solitude, and a warm hearth without any threat of violence. Or worse yet; noise. When called upon by the king himself to serve as the princess' sworn protector, it was the highest honor a knight of his station could've ever dreamed of. An honor he wished with all his heart had been bestowed upon anyone else. For the princess, however fair, was the living antithesis of peace and quiet. A flame of wild fire given beautiful form. Always dancing, always flickering, always threatening to devour whatever gets close enough to catch. And Geralt was mere kindling in her path. When the knight was commanded by the King to escort the princess in secret to a not-so-nearby kingdom, with the intent to marry notorious rake Prince Sebastian, he will be tested to his very limits. Both as a knight and as a man. The air smells of incoming war and the knight must decide what comes first; his oaths, his faith, or his heart. He must also decide to whom they belong. Lest the life they know may go up in smoke. And he may not be the only one burned.

After a devastating accident claims the lives of her parents, Xara is left alone in the wreckage of a life she no longer recognizes. Grief hollowed her world, and she is certain nothing could ever fill the silence they left behind. She is wrong. A voice begins to call to her from the depths of her dreams-ancient, urgent, and hauntingly familiar. As the visions intensify, reality itself begins to fracture. Shadows stir with purpose. Time falters. And Xara discovers that her sorrow is tied to a truth far more dangerous than she could have imagined. The boundary between worlds is weakening. Drawn into a hidden legacy she never asked for, Xara must confront the mystery of her own existence and the power awakening within her. But destiny is a cruel inheritance, and accepting it means facing the darkness threatening to consume everything she has left-including the fragile connections, unexpected allies, and first stirrings of love that are teaching her how to live again. As night closes in and the fate of the world hangs in the balance, Xara must choose: remain a girl defined by loss... or rise as something far greater. Because if she fails, the light will fall-and the world will be swallowed by eternal night.

The story of a forgotten kingdom.