Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect. Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman. Affect: I am now bonded to her. But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted. Cause: My attack triggered her curse. Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.

Maeneth considered becoming Thranduil's personal seamstress after the death of her grandfather, her last blood relative, as her salvation. But as every Sindarin elf knows, the king is a very difficult person to deal with. Young Maeneth encounters obstacles that she will have to endure, such as the king's wrath and poor judgement, and including having the king fall in love with her. A ThranduilxOC fanfic. The title of this story is inspired by "Your Hands Are Cold", one of the songs from the Pride and Prejudice (2005) score, composed by Dario Marianelli, and performed by the English Chamber Orchestra and Jean Yves-Thibaudet. I thought the song could be the perfect theme for my story, and I recommend that you listen to it as you read! The story is set during the time after The Hobbit, and just before and during the LOTR era. Warning: this story contains a mild rape scene.

The Blight has ended. The Breach is sealed. The mages and templars are at a standstill, waiting on bated breath for the newly crowned Divine Victoria to exact her decree. For the first time in twelve years, Thedas is quiet, but the heroes that have rose from its strife and war know all too well that the only calm Thedas is associated with is that of before a storm. When a mage queen powered by revenge embarks on a rebellion to pluck the last string tethering the mages to an ancient oppression, Thedas is once more torn asunder. Standing upon the precipice of change, the leaders of the world are forced into a choice - fight this change with every fiber of their being, or leap into the abyss?

A KING WHO HIDES BEHIND THE SHADOW OF HIS THRONE. Adoriel Crowe was born to be king. Raised to become a great leader, everyone was so certain he would be just like his father. They were wrong. The moment his father was assassinated and his mother murdered by his sister, he became a recluse, hiding in the shadows his throne. A throne that will soon devour him one lie at a time... A PACIFIST HEALER WHOSE HEART COWERS BEHIND A PAPER WALL. Verona Harbin was born to be a warrior but desired to be a healer. Born under the constant pressure of a Dragoon Commander and a Daemic Warlock, Verona is determined more than ever to prove to them that she belongs in a healer's tent. But her paper heart falters every time... A DARK KNIGHT WHO NEVER FALTERS IN THE FACE OF DEATH. Nyx Jupï never knew anything than what his near death experiences have taught him: to never fear when his time comes. Raised with a sword and spear in hand, he fights the king's battles for him and swears a vow to never die anywhere except the battlefield. But even swords bend and ,eventually, break... In a world protected by dragons and songstresses, three people live, all in different positions of power and different situations of birth. All of them different, but more alike than they will ever know. And they will pay the price for saving the world.

❝AS SOON AS THE SUN SETS, LOVE, GUARD YOUR HEART.❞ When a ballet dancer is betrothed to a demonic future king, she alone must beguile him and contain his thirst for blood. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

❝BUILD AN EMPIRE AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND.❞ The evening prior to the spring equinox, soothsayer and witch, Maarit Pheraios, has an earth-shattering vision regarding the future of Bonvalet. The prophecy speaks of the Infernal Prince, who takes the throne after the death of the king. It is only when King Tevenot is murdered the following day that Maarit comprehends the urgency of the situation. Relying on her prophecy for truth, she notifies as many villagers as she possibly can about the peril that awaits them in the near future. However, when he learns of the warnings she has been giving, Maarit finds herself imprisoned by the Infernal Prince himself. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved. Featured on October 11, 2017.

❝I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL.❞ Prince Landon Vaughan has always been told that he needs a wife; a princess, who will be his queen when the time comes, and bear his children to pass on the royal blood. His father, the king, has assured that only the richest and most beautiful woman will be betrothed to his son. However, is not his betrothed's heart and soul that he falls for, but that of her brother. And nothing has ever ignited Landon's desire to sin as Maven Restault has. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

I was meant to disintegrate to stardust; but instead, I was reduced to rubble of old buildings and broken skies. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

❝RUIN ME. BURN ME. I'M YOURS.❞ Kadar al-Din Rumi, Caliph of Khorashtar, is a cold-blooded murderer, and is known by the people of his country as such. Every dusk, he marries a new woman; and by dawn, he has slit her throat. It is a vicious cycle of murder and torment of girls and their families. When the ruthless king sets his sights on the sister of Zeinab Nejem, Zeinab knows that she will never let a monster win. She decides to take her sister's place, to survive longer than any other one of King Kadar's wives, and then, when the time comes, to murder him the way he murdered so many. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

❝THEY WILL BURN YOU, LITTLE LISIANTHUS PRINCE.❞ Amidst the purple lisianthuses, a knight and a prince exchange kisses, entirely unaware of the ruination transpiring nearby; for just above the palace garden, three royal children fall to the floor without their souls. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved.