Elara Sorrengail has always been the rebellion's favorite sunshine girl. Born Tyrrish, raised between Aretia and the Navarre, she grew up with three dangerous boys at her side-Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis, and Xaden Riorson. One of the was her best friend. Two of them became her lovers. One of them graduated and became her secret husband. But when the rebellion fell, Elara was torn away from them all. Now she's back at Basgiath, marked, deadly, and done hiding. Her arrival sparks a storm: -Xaden is the Wing Leader who can't afford to break. -Garrick is the second-in-command who still bleeds for her. -Bodhi, her best friend, and chaotic other half. -Violet, her cousin, bonds the dragon whose mate belongs to Xaden... which means Elara's husband has to protect Violet to protect the dragons. (Yeah. Awkward is an understatement.) But Elara didn't come to Basgiath to play nice. She came to reclaim her men, survive the parapet, and earn her place in the Riders Quadrant-not as a Sorrengail, but as a Riorson. And when her signet awakens? It's stronger than anyone expected. Stronger than Violet. Stronger than Xaden. Stronger than Basgiath is ready for. Powerful enough to expose secrets...and destroy anyone who threatens the people she loves. War is coming. Dragons are choosing sides.

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of the dead loves me He bows before me on his knees He offers me a crown of thorns And calls me his queen And maybe you did love me, mother But he loves me, darkness and all He knew that I was meant for more Than being your silly, fragile doll ---------- "Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes. "No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet." OC x OC!Addams Wednesday @madebyrach , 2023

Y/N didn't transfer to Hyakkaou Academy to gamble. He came for peace, good grades, and maybe the vending machines. Instead, he walked into a school ruled by gambling maniacs, sadists in blazers, and a girl with a gambling addiction who won't stop following him. He doesn't play their games. He doesn't care about money. He doesn't even know the rules half the time. But he keeps winning. Somehow. Now the entire student council thinks he's a threat. Yumeko Jabami thinks he's interesting. And Y/N? He just wants to go home. A chaotic, deadpan, and slightly unhinged ride through a world where bluffing is survival-and Y/N is the accidental king of it all.

When a new boy lands in East Highland, everyone notices him: handsome, tattooed and an intense gaze. No one would ever guess that behind his fuckboy aesthetic hides an adorable nerd, raised in poverty, tragedy, and impossible dreams. He just wants to start over, leave behind a painful past, and focus on his goal: getting into MIT. But everything changes on the first day when he crosses paths with Maddy Perez - and that's when the chaos (and chemistry) begins to spark. Where love is born in the darkest places and blooms through glances that say everything. Because sometimes, what starts as a game... ends up being everything you were looking for. ------------------------- Disclaimer: The characters and much of the storyline in this fic are based on HBO's Euphoria. The main character and some secondary characters are original and belong to me. This story explores controversial themes such as drug use and life in marginalized neighborhoods. Many of the situations and settings have been exaggerated for entertainment purposes and are inspired by real events that took place mainly during the 1990s and early 2000s, especially in places like Compton, which at the time was considered a dangerous city. I do not intend to portray the current reality of these environments, as I'm unfamiliar with their present conditions. Therefore, I want to make it clear that this work is entirely fictional and is not meant to reflect the current state of these communities.

With the war against Hybern on their doorstep, the Night Court is desperate for allies that can help to turn the tide. While Feyre hunts down monsters to join the fight, Azriel's mission is simple: find the Soul Stealer. The only problem is, the Soul Stealer hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Raven is the bastard daughter of the previous High Lord of the Winter Court. She possesses a power so rare, that whoever doesn't want her dead, wants to use her as a weapon. She is the Soul Stealer many believe to be myth, in hiding for hundreds of years. Her terrifying power allows her to rip souls right out of bodies, something she refuses to do unless absolutely necessary. Raven has been in hiding for hundreds of years for her own protection, but when a handsome Shadow Singer crosses her path asking for help, will she abandon everything she believes in and risk her own life to unleash her terrifying power? ACOTAR Fanfiction. Set during the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin. Ranking History: #1 Azriel #1 Shadowsinger #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOWAR #1 ACOMAF

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

Rosalie Hale x Female OC (Book 1 of 5 of the "A Dance of Shadows and Stars" series) In the quiet town of Forks, Washington, Athena "Thea" Duvant arrives with a heart full of hope and a past she's still learning to understand. At 18, she is the embodiment of talent, beauty, and mystery-a gifted artist, an athlete, and an incredibly bright student with a passion for life that few understand. But beneath her calm demeanor lies a fierce loyalty to those she loves and a deep well of pain from the loss of her father, a British Special Forces officer. When Thea's world collides with the enigmatic Rosalie Hale, the world of the Cullens, and a series of strange, otherworldly events, her life in Forks becomes anything but ordinary. As she navigates a new life in a town full of secrets, Thea must decide where she belongs, who she can trust, and just how far she'll go to protect those she loves. "A Dance of Shadows and Stars" is a tale of passion, self-discovery, and the dangers of falling for someone who is as untouchable as they are irresistible. With her artistic spirit and her unwavering heart, Thea will have to face a world that's not as it seems-and fight for the future she's determined to create, no matter the cost.

"In Basgiath, survival is a battle. But when dragons dictate the bonds of fate, some battles are already lost." Lydia Evermore has spent her life fighting to survive-first in a home that sought to break her, and now in the deadly halls of Basgiath War College. She didn't come here to win glory. She came for one reason: to live long enough to never go back. But Basgiath doesn't reward survival. It devours the weak. The Parapet, the Gauntlet, the dragons-they're all designed to cull the unworthy. And somehow, she endures. When a fierce green daggertail chooses her, Lydia thinks she might finally have a chance to carve out a future for herself. Until she realizes her dragon is bonded to Chradh, the mate of a second-year's powerful scorpiontail-binding her to Garrick Tavis, a soldier as unreadable as he is dangerous. Their connection is an accident. A risk. A mistake that should never have happened. Because when Lydia's signet finally manifests, it's something rare. Something forbidden. 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬. She can shield herself. She can shield others. But most terrifyingly...she can shield HIM.

Evelyn was the only daughter of a very well known and respected vampire hunter. She looked up at him and wanted to be just like her father. But, her dreams were crushed when a mission went wrong and she was turned. After that, everything went downhill from there. A year later, after escaping where she was imprisoned, Evelyn bumps into a woman and finds out she's mated to not one, not two, but three of the most powerful, pureblooded vampires known to mankind. Will she accept them, or lose herself to the bloodlust?

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...