Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

FEATURED on @Retold & @MythsandLegends Murder, betrayal, rivalry and a divine curse. When the King of the Mountain Dwarves breaks an oath he pledged to Odin, the All-Father retaliates with a curse that destroys the royal house and stretches well into the realms of humans. Fafnir, the oldest and strongest of the sons of the Mountain King knows that better than anyone else. Falsely branded a dragon and a murderer, Fafnir tells his story to Siegfried over a goblet of mead when the hero comes looking to decorate his sword with Fafnir's blood . . .

Heroes aren't born, they’re shaped by the events that both create and destroy their lives. Forced into an ancient war between powerful races, David Constantine must come to terms with death and destiny while trying to balance what he was, and what he has become. Personal vengeance ensues on a journey of reclamation, and acceptance of what is forever lost. At what point do you stop trying to be human again? How far until you let go of everything you ever knew? David was normal; shaped by world-shattering events in a struggle to survive, he changes into something else entirely. Something new, something dangerous. Welcome to Valhalla, and the end of the world as we know it.

Welcome to the twin worlds of Ramnor and Rimnor: lush, beautiful, and magical. They are also the center of the Maker's universe, the cornerstone on which all of Creation is built. If one, or both are destroyed, then Creation itself will begin to unravel. And destruction of those worlds is the goal of the Lords of the Abyss, masters of the shadows that haunt the edges of Reality. To that end, they long ago gathered a vast army of demonspawn and made their war on Reality, defeated at the last possible moment by an alliance of mortal races and by the hand of the Creator themselves. Despite their defeat, the Lords have not given up trying to destroy all of Reality. And now, tens of thousands of years after their initial defeat, they once again threaten to destroy everything that ever was. Except this time even fewer will stand against them. And they themselves don't even know who they are, and what they are fated to do. Can this meager handful discover their destiny before it's too late and all of Reality dies in demon fire? Join heroes from the Humans, the Elves, the centaur-like Quada, the cat-like Muraan, and the fish-like Picea as they learn of their fates and struggle against the vanguard of evil that threatens to wash them away in the first book of the Sons of Ironstorm Chronicles, 'Griffon's Rise'. I hope you enjoy.

As Arthur Pendragon, the once and future King, lies dying in Merlin's arms, the Great Dragon makes a promise. "One day, when Albion's need is greatest, Arthur will rise again." And so he will. Time has passed since the Kings death but the newly formed Kingdom of Albion is struggling without him. For a new threat has arisen. More powerful than Morgana ever was. Without Arthur's help, Albion will surely fall. And so, as always when he is needed, Arthur returns to do what he does best. Fight for what he loves. A long and difficult journey begins in the world of the BBC series "Merlin".

This is the old version of this story, last updated in 2017, which I have decided to keep on Wattpad for the time being. Please see my profile for the 2020 version- which will be finished! Or click here https://www.wattpad.com/story/210712207-the-other-elizabeth-new-version Upon her brother's death, Elizabeth de Scales learns that she shall become an heiress, at the tender age of seven. Although born into a pro-Lancastrian family, when Elizabeth is sent off to live with Lady Isabel, the sister of the Duke of York, she soon must choose where her loyalties lie. Caught between her Lancastrian blood, and her Yorkist heart, Elizabeth finds herself swiftly growing up amid the Wars of the Roses- and deciding on the sacrifices she must make. By an unexpected twist of fate, she soon finds herself entangled with the enigmatic Wydeville family, and is raised to a status beyond her wildest imagination. However, the closer to the crown, the heavier the price Elizabeth and those dearest to her must pay... This is the untold story of a woman hidden from history, and at the heart of the Cousins' War. © The Other Elizabeth Copyright starz00

Aethelwin is a Peaceweaver. Niece to the King of Northumbria, she is married at the age of 13 in order to strengthen support against Aelle, the would be usurper of King Osbert's throne. But guaranteeing the support of strangers who have their own agendas is no easy task. Aethelwin finds herself not only on the wrong side of the debilitating civil war, but at the mercy of a family and a village who blame her for their hardships. Then, just as she finds the means to change her fate, history intercedes. Ivarr the Boneless and his two brothers, Halfdan and Ubba, have laid claim to York. Aethelwin is flung into a world of chaos and panic as she fights against the Danes and even her own people, to bring her brother out of his stronghold in the north and restore her beloved Northumbria. But at what cost will she fight for a Kingdom in the final throws of death.

What would you do if your world was turned upside down in the blink of an eye? When Astrid's peaceful home is raided by the Vikings at only fifteen, she is taken as a slave for the Earl in Norway, where she grows into a fierce, independent young woman, who remains in bondage. In preparing to raid, the Earl calls for additional forces from Sweden, led by his powerful and selfish son. Upon his arrival, he bargains with his father, whom he soon buys Astrid from, making her a promise of freedom under one condition-to fight in the upcoming raid. After agreeing, Astrid soon learns what the price of freedom really is... Go with Astrid as she fights the battles within her wits, life, and love to survive in the brutal Viking world. ----------- *This story is completely fictional. The story, along with any names and dates, is entirely made up from my imagination. It is also unedited--mistakes will be found. **THIS IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING RE-WRITTEN. ***I wrote this in 2015 when I was sixteen, so it is in desperate need of revision. (Please overlook the mistakes.)

We are farmers. We are fighters. We are families. We live. We die. We are Vikings. This is the honest truth of our lives. This is everything I've ever been taught about who we are laid out in a few short sentences. There were never any lies. There were never any secrets. Everything is about to change. ---- (Completed)