Following the Bolshevik Revolution in 20th century Russia, the Romanov family was sent into exile. On July 17, 1918, Tsar Nicholas Romanov and his family were brutally murdered. It is said that there were no survivors, but when the graves were uncovered, a body was reported to be missing. In a remarkable display of survivalism (or maybe just luck), Anastasia Romanov narrowly escaped death. As the sole survivor of her family, and the last remaining member of the Romanov dynasty, she fled to America. Having no belongings but the few jewels and family heirlooms sewn into the corset of her dress, Anastasia now has to maneuver a foreign world. She is no longer a duchess, but a ghost. New York City, an unwelcoming place to lost princesses, is the battleground, and she is the lowly foot soldier. After seeking protection at the estate of a wealthy family, Anastasia quickly develops an entirely new identity. As she builds a life around a person that does not exist, she experiences friendship, first love, betrayal, and uncovers secrets that are best left buried. Just as her new life is unfolding, the man who ordered the execution of her family is nipping at her heels, and he is sure she won't slip through his fingers again. For Anastasia, living the lie will be difficult, but protecting her true identity is even more risky - one mistake, and she'll join her family in the ground. // beautiful cover by @irwinthegod //

When the souls of the dead start appearing in the mortal world again, the campers at Camp Half Blood start to get worried. But when two souls show up together, they don't know what to think. This calls for the OG team. Heyyyyy so this is just basically a PJO/HOO TSoA crossover fic All rights go to Rick Riordan and Madeleine Miller

We are not what other people say we are. We are who we know ourselves to be, and we are what we love. That's okay. _Laverne Cox Every person has a right to be who they are, and what they want to be, and no one else can judge them for that, and It's not only about one's sexuality. But there are very few percentages of the whole world's population, who believe in that statement, and spreading this realization has become one of the greatest reasons for hosting this award. No one, as an individual, can be stopped from growing strong, which is what 'Tyrell - Celebrating pride month' is about, and stories, are the best way of spreading any message, be it about LGBTQ+ empowerment, or self-love, and thus, we bring forth this award, in order to find the stories which have the sense of 'pride' this month is all about. Do you think your story has potential? Do you believe that your story has that pride? Well, then you'll HAVE to join, cause WE think that your story DOES have that pride, that growth, that message. What are you waiting for then, go ahead and join, cause we believe in you! (Pst...pst...Many hidden surprises inside ^-^) COVER BY @AlexVonnG | BANNERS BY @newsies- | BLURB BY @AlateSchmetterling

Welcome to the life of a 16 year old high schooler, who finds out that his school is overrun with creatures who are bent on destroying the world as he knows it. He must get help from his friends to put a stop to it. But will this team of nerds be enough to stop the end of the world?

[currently unedited] Thea Amaris' world is about to change forever. When the curator of the National Art and Science museum receives a shipment straight from Egypt containing the broken shards of three vases and one canopic jar, she assumes it's just going to be another work day. Little does she know that her reality is about to unravel, leading her on an unknown path filled with danger, death, and perhaps most importantly, love. Will anyone believe her when she starts to have dreams of a time long ago, dreams that seem to be more than just dreams? Thea fears for her sanity; she doesn't know she should also fear for her life. **Please note this is currently unedited** ~ My entry in The Golden Writers Writing Contest. Held by @TriciaDehler. The story idea is a prompt from her; the story will be my own. NaNoWriMo entry ~IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS** #2/344 AncientEgypt #23/6.1k stories Writingprompt

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 (𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆) 𝐨𝐫: 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 i will be posting these poems on tiktok shortly at seaofsoulsxx. 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙚 & 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙖

The High Priest was never in love with the Pharaoh's concubine and future wife, but indeed, the Priestess of the kingdom and the pharaoh's daughter. Since Priestesses were never allowed to marry, Imhotep and Princess Asernath of the Temple of Asa had to keep their love a secret. Until one dreadful day when another jealous priestess found out and condemned poor Imhotep to an eternal living of death and poisoned the Princess Asernath Priestess of Asa so that she may be eternally reincarnated and to never fall in love again. Will love conquer all? Even death? Find out in this Fanfic of The Mummy.

"I've been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me Well, little one, I don't want to admit to something If all it's gonna cause is pain Truth and my lies right now are falling like the rain So let the river run"

AU in which Peter is a HYDRA 'experiment' that gets saved by Steve and Tony.

"Steven..." Steve's arms wrap tighter around his wife as she stirs and he smiles when she yawns and turns over to face him. He loves how she says his name in her sleep and how she buries her face in his chest. She hums a little and he kisses the top of her head while her breathing steadies once more and he closes his eyes, letting his lips linger on hers. It's so late, well- early- in the morning but he's ready to get up and go, not being able to sleep for the past few weeks. Not since he'd last seen the one person that he'd told himself that he would stop thinking about. Kat... He thinks, her name the only thing that comes to mind. A FIC FOR MY BEST FRIEND SHE WANTED THIS AND IS THE ONE WHO MAKES MY COVERS SO... WHEN THE COOL COVER GOES UP- YOU KNOW THAT WAS HER. @a-ancksunamun