Being a bastard in the north, or in Westeros, isn't the most pleasant thing you can be. As for the twins that were given to Lord Eddard Stark, warden of the North, are still treated as equals in Lord Eddard's eyes. However, this is for songs of ice and fire has been sent. --- She is known as Helena Snow, twin of Jon Snow, a greater beauty in the north. The bastard daughter of Ned Stark. But her entire world changes once she and her family travel to King's Landing for the very first time to marry off Sansa and Joffrey. Helena's path takes a big turn and expect nothing else but a surprise in King's Landing. The bastard daughter will find herself facing more threats than she could think of and how she handles it amazes her people. -

"I WON'T BURN MYSELF TO KEEP YOU WARM, BECAUSE I THRIVE IN THE ICE"

Welcome dear readers to an interesting story. A young girl is welcomed into society and into the Viscount's heart. Lady Katherine Basset of Hastings, the daughter of the late Duke and an unnamed mother, is now to be welcomed into society. The perfect daughter of the late Duke now finds herself wrapped up in scandal and love when sinful territory is explored with a certain Viscount. Will she find love or be exposed as ruined? Yours truly, Lady Whistledown ° Based on: Bridgerton season 1 °

Ellarian is a young elf from the palace of Greenwood. She works hard as a soldier in King Oropher's army. The only one that knows she is a female in the army is the king. But one day in battle, her helmet is kicked off her head in front of Prince Thranduil. She also saves his life. Thranduil falls in love with this stubborn and reckless female solider. His father doesn't permit them to marry. But one day, fate decides to change that. Oropher is killed in battle and Thranduil is made king of Greenwood. Ellarian becomes his queen. She knows fate changes in the blink of an eye. She knows what it is like to face death. But is she ready to die for the thing she loves the most?

A prophecy will come to fulfillment. A cursed race of elves exists in the desolate places of middle earth. Loriel has always had an interest in Mirkwood. The cold king that lives in isolation there in particular. She has fought in the war of the ring. She now volleys for the alliances and acceptance of other races. When she is asked to visit Mirkwood and give the king time to decide if her race is worthy of allegiance. She shares a long history with the king of Mirkwood. Can Thranduil accept her cursed self? Can she learn to trust the man she has loved for so long?(M for later chapters and violence)

'In the end it's just me and her me and her against the world hand in hand.' ••••• In which, Tommy and Lucie balance business, misfortune and love. All the while, carrying a gun in their holsters and a peaky cap on their heads. Thomas Shelby x O.C. ••season 3 - season 4•• published 1st March 2020 completed ------

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

❝I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in someone else's blood, I have no problem with going out the same way.❞ ivarhoegh © 2017 BOOK ONE OF THE WRATH SERIES. contains mature & violent content as well as foul language