𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

Se amaron antes de que el mundo tuviera nombre. Desde entonces, cada vida exige que una mate a la otra. En Orthevra, las palabras no describen la realidad: la sostienen. Un juramento puede sellar una herida, un nombre puede condenar un linaje y una frase pronunciada por las voces correctas puede alterar las leyes del mundo. Averis Saerath, heredera de un imperio construido sobre la sangre y la memoria, ha sido educada para obedecer a la corona incluso cuando obedecer signifique destruirse a sí misma. Nhalyra Veyl, princesa del reino enemigo, domina las sombras, desaparece de la percepción y convierte cada gesto de cortesía en una amenaza exquisita. Cuando Averis recibe la orden de ejecutarla, espera encontrar a una adversaria. En cambio, al rozar su sangre, ambas recuerdan. Nueve vidas. Nueve amores prohibidos. Nueve muertes compartidas. Y una lengua perdida que solo despierta cuando hablan juntas. "Vael thar en saevra, il'naeryn." "Habéis entrado en mi sangre, mi ruina." En una corte donde el deseo entre ellas es un delito político, las dos princesas deberán decidir si pertenecen a los reinos que las convirtieron en armas... o a ese amor oscuro, feroz y antiguo que parece reconocerlas antes que sus propias conciencias. Pero cada palabra verdadera exige un precio. Y esta vez, si vuelven a elegirse, quizá no sea una de ellas quien muera. Quizá sea el mundo entero.

In a fractured world ruled by warring clans and ancient legends, a blind girl born with the power of a sacred stone is abandoned as a curse. Unable to see or speak, Musha survives through relentless determination, mastering the sword until she becomes an unmatched dual-blade warrior. As whispers of the legendary White Shadow spread across the land, powerful empires, ruthless warlords, and forgotten spirits begin hunting the girl whose existence could reshape the world. But the sacred power within her comes at a price. Every battle pushes Musha closer to a terrifying darkness that threatens to consume everything she fights to protect. To uncover the truth behind her birth and stop an ancient war from rising again, Musha must confront enemies beyond imagination-and decide whether destiny will make her the world's greatest protector... or its final destroyer. Some legends are born from victory. Others are forged in darkness.

"I... I want to live till I die of old age so... so w-what the heck is this!? And who is this!?", I shouted in my mind while I looked in the mirror to see an unfamiliar face.

There are twelve Royal Constellations. Every child in Elarion knows this. Every kingdom was built upon it. Every history confirms it. Every one of them is wrong. When Princess Lyra Ashvale witnesses an impossible thirteenth light burning above the Astrarium, she begins an investigation that unearths a truth someone erased four thousand years ago. But some secrets have survived because someone has spent millennia making sure they never came to light. Because history wasn't forgotten. It was rewritten.

Sadhana Fushiguro has never been the kind of sorcerer people expect to save the world. One year older than Megumi, she drifts through Tokyo Jujutsu High with an easy smile, and Ten weapon technique, and a habit of caring far more deeply than she lets on and chaotic teasing, While the events of Jujutsu Kaisen unfold around her, Sadhana finds herself caught between missions, friendships, losses, and the quiet moments that make survival feel worth it. But even small choices can change the future. As bonds deepen and canon begins to shift, Sadhana must decide how much of herself she is willing to give to protect the people she loves, including the strongest sorcerer who slowly becomes impossible to ignore. Canon-divergent JJK with action, humor, traumedy[comety+traume],emotional slice-of-life moments, found family, and a slow-burn Gojo/Sadhana romance.

Chitose Mari has always known her place in the world. Or at least, that is what the Gojo Clan wants her to believe. Born into a powerful family and bound to Gojo Satoru through a marriage arranged by the clan, Mari was never meant to live an ordinary life. Unlike her husband, she possesses no cursed technique, no supernatural strength, and no way to see the world of curses that surrounds him. What she does possess is intelligence. As the head of the Gojo clan's financial empire, Mari becomes a force the clan elders cannot easily control. Behind her glasses and perfectly composed exterior is a woman who has survived loss, manipulation, and years of political games while quietly protecting the people she loves. Especially Satoru. To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest. To Mari, he is the reckless, infuriating man who destroys property, wastes money, disappears without warning-and somehow always manages to find his way back to her. Their marriage may have begun as nothing more than a contract, but beneath the arguments and indifference lies something neither of them is prepared to confront. Because Mari has spent years hiding the truth about what she feels for him. And Satoru has spent years failing to see it. As the secrets surrounding the Gojo Clan begin to unravel, Mari is forced to confront the man responsible for destroying her family, while Satoru finds himself drawn closer to the woman he once treated as nothing more than an obligation. Between clan politics, old wounds, dangerous enemies, and a world where strength determines who gets to survive, Mari must decide how much she is willing to sacrifice to protect the people she loves. And Satoru must finally ask himself a question he has spent years avoiding: What happens when the strongest man in the world realizes that the one person he should have protected was the woman standing beside him all along? He can see through every illusion. But can he finally see the truth?

❝ 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅. ❞ ༉‧₊˚✧ ˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 . . . illuki, the eldest child of the zoldyck family becomes the phantom troupe's web. ⓒ @-𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗮

↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. ●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·●·○·● [hunterxhunter x bnha] highest rankings-#9 in anime #2 in bnha #2 in myheroacademia #1 in midoriya #1 in crossoverfanfiction #11 in mha #10 in hxh #4 in killua #1 in myhero started: july 23, 2026 finished: tbd... 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗽 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗯𝗼𝗸𝘂 𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗮 𝗯𝘆 𝗸𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶

Killua only meant to save a stranger. Bloodied. Breathless. A man collapsing into his clinic at 2 AM, half-dead and wrapped in violence. He knew something wasn't right about him, but he couldn't let him die at Pawlight under HIS watch. He never knew this stranger was the Don of THE Lucerna Famiglia. He should've called the police. Instead, he stitched Gonzalo Freecss back together. Held him down through fevered shivers. Watched those dark eyes burn through the dim light - not with gratitude, but with hunger. - "I didn't catch your name," Gon said, eyes narrowed just slightly. "But I want you to remember mine." Killua swallowed, throat bobbing. "You didn't give it." Gon smirked faintly - a crooked, half-formed thing, like someone remembering how to do it. "Gon Freecss." He let the name sit in the space between them like a blade laid gently on the table. "You must remember it." Gon smiled. Slow. Dangerous. As if he had already decided. Killua is his. ••Notice: Explicit Scenes will be skipped on Wattpad. Release Date: July 22nd, 2025