Death had a plan. The magical war had ended. Queen Alicent was moments away from giving birth. All the pieces were in place-until the Fates intervened. They demanded a preview. Not a full revelation-just enough for soul resonance to stir when the moment of convergence truly arrived. And honestly? The gods were bored. The Lord of Light, the Many-Faced God, the Old Gods and the New, the Seven, even Mother Magic herself-bored out of their divine minds. So they did what any ancient cosmic forces would do: They put on a show. A literal show. A gathering of two realms-those of magic and of fire and blood. The witches and wizards. The kings and queens. The dragons and the wand-bearers. None of them remember this afterward. Not entirely. But somewhere deep inside, something changes. And at the center of it all is one soul. Sitara Evangeline Potter Black-a girl who died in childbirth only to rise again, reborn in another world, another body. She will become Alicent Hightower, mother and protector of the Targaryen Dynasty, But she was once the Girl-Who-Lived. If you're ready to witness what even the gods wanted to watch... Come along. The show is about to begin.

The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood. but, they cradled me, yes? When Percy gets his memories removed, and is sent to the Roman camp instead of his Greek camp, a lot of things go wrong. But not all the way. Percy was grateful that Hera removed his memories and sent him away. Benny was worth it that way.

Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene. (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

★ ⋮ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ⸝⸝ everyone knows that alexander saint lazarus is something special, childhood spent dragging lacklustre australian ice hockey teams into victory year after year with nothing more than sheer willpower and a distinct distaste for any other medal than gold. an nhl legacy is basically written in the stars as the trajectory of his existence barrels towards being one of the greats. that is until he meets shane hollander and ilya rozanov outside of an ice-rink in saskatchewan and his entire life is spun off course. ★ ⋮ 𝙤𝙧 ⸝⸝ prodigies rarely do anything by half, even if that means secretly hooking up with both of your biggest rivals for the majority of your star-studded ice hockey career (shane hollander x male! oc x ilya rozanov)

When Carlos Mendoza decided to be a hockey player, he didn't think he would end up with two boyfriends. Now, he had to explore the hockey world with two big guys who are completely in love with him. Thank god he was a middle child and not the older, he didn't need to worry about kids. Whatever, he will just enjoy life. Based on the HBO Series. Ilya X M!OC X Shane

DISCONTINUED Lia Dunbar was a lot of things she knew that, one thing she didn't know she was Klaus Mikaelson daughter. TVD x TEEN WOLF S4 - THE MOVIE (Female) Liam Dunbar x Theo Raeken

Esther Black would do anything for her boys. James Potter / Original Female Character

Charlotte had a vision of Cousins beach at twilight. Golden waves and a golden boy. The water cool against her skin as the sky began to bleed pinks and oranges. No words. Just his hands, caressing her waist, pinching playfully at her hip. Just his lips, pressed against the side of her head, fighting back his smile. Because Conrad Fisher had to fight everything. - Original Female Character x Conrad Fisher - Exes to Friends to Lovers - Steven Conklin Twin - Belly Conklin Older Sister

Veronica "Vee" Mercer had a plan-a career in the music industry, a fiancé, a future that made sense. Then she walked in on him cheating, and just like that, everything was gone. With no job, no reputation, and no reason to stay sober, she moves to Detroit to crash with her best friend, thinking she'll figure shit out. Instead, she starts drinking too much, partying too hard, and slipping into a world she never thought she'd belong to. She wasn't trying to be a groupie. She swore she'd never be that girl. But after enough bad nights and worse decisions, somehow, that's exactly what she becomes. That's how she meets Marshall. Arrogant. Cold. Completely full of himself. He doesn't do attachments. He doesn't give a fuck. Women are distractions, leeches, nothing but trouble. And Vee? She plays the role-shows up, stays in his bed, but never acts like she needs him. Where other women fall at his feet, she doesn't give a shit. Where others wait on his calls, she ignores them. And suddenly? Marshall's the one losing it. When she's with someone else? He snaps. When she dodges his calls? He spirals. He swears he'd be so much better off without her. So why the fuck can't he let her go? A toxic, addictive push-and-pull love story built on obsession, arrogance, and the one girl who refuses to play by his rules.

She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.