The Vaelor name carries weight in Navarre. General Aldric and General Mila Vaelor command respect in the Riders Quadrant, their political and military influence reaching the highest halls of power. What few know is that their loyalty has always walked a quiet line-supporting the rebellion from the shadows, long before the execution of Fen Riorson. Their children grew up in a world of secrets. Summers were spent alongside the marked ones: Imogen, Bodhi, Garrick, Liam, Quinn... and Xaden Riorson, whose name alone is a curse in most of Basgiath. But their childhood was not only with the children of traitors. She and her brothers also ran through the halls of Navarrian estates with Violet Sorrengail, Rhae Varrish, and Dain Aetos-a bridge between two worlds that were never supposed to meet. Now, at twenty, Soren enters the Riders Quadrant. Her parents prepared her for more than one path, but the moment she steps onto the parapet, she knows there is no turning back. Waiting in the chaos is Xaden-squad leader, shadow wielder, and the one person with whom she has always danced an invisible line. Close enough to know his silence. Distant enough to never name what passes between them. As whispers of a coming war grow louder, Soren must navigate a quadrant that would destroy her if it knew where her loyalties truly lie. Her family's hidden support of the rebellion, her friendships with the marked, her unspoken bond with the most dangerous man in Basgiath-all of it threatens to surface. Some marks are written in blood. Others, in shadows.

Under Amarantha's iron rule, life is a constant battle for survival. The fae, once proud and free, have spent the last 49 years adapting to the bleak new reality she's imposed upon them. This story weaves together the lives of Marian and Orenga, two fae from very different worlds, both grappling with the challenges of Amarantha's cruel dominion. As the two fae face their own battles, they fight not only for their survival but for the hope of a future where they can live in peace once more. "A Court of Ice and Glory" is a tale of bloodshed and heartbreak, of love forged in the harshest of conditions, and of hatred that threatens to consume all. It's a story of endurance, where every victory is hard-won and every loss cuts deep. In a world where hope is scarce and danger lurks around every corner. Will Marian and Orenga find a way to overcome the struggles that Amarantha's reign has wrought? Can they carve out a place of peace in a world torn apart by tyranny? And in the face of their own personal tragedies, will they have the strength to survive? Trigger warnings: Death, Depression, Drowning, Panic Attacks, Sexual Assault, Sexual Content, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence

"It was pretty easy. To get lost." What was it again? Ah right. She had no idea. Elodie wasn't sure why she was with Elena even to begin with. Well, it didn't matter now. All that did matter was how Elena and she could escape. Oh and of course the little issue with Elodie making sure she didn't bleed to death. But no biggie, right? Yeah right... ------ Thrown into the world of the supernatural she tries to stay alive. And if that isn't already enough? She somehow manages to get herself involved with the Originals by accident. ------ A story starting in season 2 of The Vampire Diaries. I do not own any of the characters except my OC. English is not my first language! Cross-posted on Ao3 There is a TW for this book! Violence, mentions of rape, death, alcohol abuse and some possible graphic descriptions of gore. Read at own risk!

Y/n is a halfling from Sol, the Mother's Chosen, who lost everything after she let her guard down. The rebellion she leads urges her to flee, and as the eldest of 6, she listens. Guided to Prythian for a fresh start, she seeks allies and a safe home for her family. Azriel, already falling in love with someone else, has his world turned upside down when he finally meets the woman the fates have chosen for him. A story of betrayal, twists, and fae who've already learned the consequences of trusting too soon. (Y/n is 30 btw) Hope you enjoy :)

She crossed the Parapet. Her sister didn't. Now Beatrix Voss is quiet, lethal, and untouchable-by design. The last person who knew her died screaming her name. But two cousins see through the silence. One challenges her. One understands her. At Basgiath, being seen is dangerous- & Beatrix Voss is about to be impossible to ignore.

Vesper Sitara was raised to be a legacy. Daughter of two infamous Tyrrish assassins, she arrives at Basgiath War College with one goal: to make her parents proud and ensure their name is never forgotten. While others fight to survive the Riders Quadrant, Vesper intends to conquer it-blade, bone, and fire. Placed under the command of Xaden Riorson, the ruthless wingleader tasked with keeping the marked ones alive, Vesper quickly becomes a problem he can't control. He demands restraint. She was raised for rebellion. Every clash between them burns sharper than the last-and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to stay away from him, even when she knows exactly how dangerous that is. As her first year unfolds, Vesper gains power: a dragon as savage as she is, and a place in a quiet rebellion growing beneath Navarre's rule. But chasing her parents' legacy means stepping deeper into blood, secrets, and a war that is far from over. Vesper Sitara didn't come to Basgiath to survive. She came to become a legend-even if it kills her.

Hermione Granger wanted to lose control. And Draco Malfoy wanted to take it. : Takes place in HBP. Enemies to Lovers. Dark, possessive, smutty, and everything you want it to be. ;)

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ The fall of Hybern should have been the end of it: the bloodshed, the violence, the strife. But all kingdoms come with a failsafe. An Heir rises, and an assassin wakes. She is a walking myth, a legend from nightmares. When the Deathbringer finds her way into the Night Court after centuries of dormancy, the Inner Circle sees her for what she is: not an omen, not a weapon, but a girl. She just might be the key to saving Prythian -- if she can first find a way to save herself. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. It seems like a fair enough trade: her shattered soul to take down the Heir of Hybern. And yet, the Inner Circle has another method in mind. The guilt of her past weighs like a world on her shoulders, though Fallon can't seem to deny it: this Court, these people... they're worth dying for. But they just might be worth living for, too. There's one in particular. One who speaks to shadows, one whose darkness seems to whisper to her own. There's a word hidden in that whisper, one she could never fathom until now -- until him. slowish!burn. plot-centric just as much as it is romance-centric, or at least imo.

"Open your legs Lina," he said as he tried to pry them open. I shook my head, trying my best to control my nerves. I was confident seconds ago trying to get into his pants and now here I was shaking like a leaf. "Open your legs and let me taste you." My heart was hammering away, and I was sweating like crazy. I exhaled before slowly opening my legs. My hands gripped the sheets when his eyes went between, them taking everything in. "Beautiful," was all he said as he pulled me down and rested his chin on my belly. ______________________________________ Nalina (Lina) Romirez wasn't your typical nineteen-year-old. She had a secret that only those closest to her knew: her right hand was missing. Her parents had always known life would be different when their only daughter was born different. By the time she was eight, Lina had already mastered the use of a technologically advanced prosthetic hand. It was so well-crafted that no one could tell it was artificial unless they looked closely. Brairwood Haven was home to both humans and werewolves. The Pack lived deep in the woods, and stepping foot on their territory was an instant death sentence. Lina had never encountered the higher members of the Pack or the Alpha. She didn't care to, as her only focus was finishing her studies and getting out of town. But as fate would have it, her path crossed with the reigning Alpha, something she never expected. Not only was he the embodiment of strength and dominance, but his striking features were impossible to ignore. He knew that she was his other half. But Lina wasn't planning on ever stepping foot on their territory again or meeting the Alpha for a second time. At least, that's what she thought. [UN-EDITED & HAS ERRORS]

(Book One in the Celestial series) ⚔️ She didn't remember much of her former life---except for perhaps the cool scent of the ocean breeze as it filled her nose, or the hard-set lines of her brother's face, maybe even the tune her mother had used to hum. And yet all else was a faded blank. Memories seemed to fall away in the Salt Mines of Endovier. Her old life began ripped and torn just as she was. Yet, stolen from the mines, bartered if only to gain her friend's alliance, things slowly begin to fade into focus. Piece back together. ⚔️ Throne of Glass Fanfic - Cover's the events of "Throne of Glass" Throughout this series, multiple OC's will be pared with various characters. Please keep in mind that this will be a gradual process, and my OC's will be introduced when it is their time. Tw: This book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered, this may not be the book for you. Thank you! ⚔️ THIS IS A SLOW, SLOW BURN (These are all different OC's) FEM OC x Rowan Whitethorn (Eventual) MALE OC x Aelin Galathynius