Agni, a loud and sarcastic astronomy student from the University of Chicago, is suddenly transported to another world filled with mythical creatures. Unfortunately, fulfilling the role she's brought there for is difficult in ways she never expected. ▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊ The gods are forced into hiding when an unknown evil infects their world, poisoning their own people against them. As their power weakens, they put all their faith into a singular prophecy and five misfits. This unlikely crew will test each other's patience and struggle to work together. In order to succeed, they must overcome their flaws and learn to get along. And trust me, that's a lot harder than you may think. Buckle up and board the Hot Mess Express, because with Agni as the driver, this is going to be a wild ride. ▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊▼◊▲◊ "It's amazing and so much fun! I highly recommend it" -Mia Meade "Keeper of the Flame has to be one of my all time favorites! I mean, a relatable sarcastic girl meets a crew of absolute weirdos. A guy with personal space issues, a snarky elf, a shy fairy, and a sweet dwarf. What more could you want?! Action you say? Got that too! Honestly I recommend this book to everyone and it will forever have a special place in my heart." -GirlThat_Reads "I can't get enough of this story. It's so good. It's enthralling, funny, and beautiful. I am glad I made time because if I didn't I would've missed one of the best stories on Wattpad. If I had to make a list of my favorite Wattpad stories this would be on it. It's a work of art." -Ana_2610

This is the continuation of the story that began with Prithvi.. (volume 1) - http://www.wattpad.com/story/5433945-prithvi-vol-1 Note posted on 5 October 2022 'Prithvi' is an ongoing story. It was in 2008 that the story began to flow through me. I continue to be as passionate about it as I was back then. However, I do not know how long it would take to be completed. I do not know how many more volumes or chapters will be required. I update chapters only once a month, and even that doesn't happen at times. But if you would still like to experience this story, please go ahead and give it a try. I hope you enjoy reading 'Prithvi' as much as I enjoy writing it.

The last thing Tate Blackwood expected was for her mate to be the infamous Alpha Dickhead, also known as Alpha Aiden Oaks. A wolf of mystery and a man who exudes danger and forewarning. The man who was about to kidnap her sister-in-law until he met Tate. This Alpha has secrets. Secrets that he refuses to disclose with his newly found mate and ones that are deeply buried in the sand outside his castle. Alpha Aiden's protection program was meant to keep the dangers outside the castle walls, but when Tate arrives at her mate's pack... Well, let's just say the monsters have always lurked in the shadows, and now that the Alpha's mate is here, it's time they come out and play. ••••••• Ranking: #21 in werewolf #3 in mermaid © 2020 All Rights Reserved

Maria can't explain what she is or what she's done. After all, it shouldn't be possible for a human to conjur fire from nothing but pure will, but that hasn't stopped her before. She can't remember how she ends up bloodied, beaten half to death on a deserted doorstep in the middle of the night, but she can remember him, bringing her in. He's a little reserved but she doesn't mind, especially as they have something in common: neither one is supposed to exist outside of nightmares and folklore. Few people know Maria exists. All of them want her dead. None have felt the wrath of her new friend yet. This is an impossible story and you'd do best pretending you've never heard it.

The pack on the verge of collapse, Fie Wright watches as her Alpha falls into a downward spiral due to his dying mate. After searching high and low for a cure, Fie's Alpha gives up on not only himself but his pack as well, leaving the rest of them to their own turmoil. That is until whispers of a miracle cure strikes the very heart of the problem. Fie, along with a small group, is sent on a mission to far away lands to ask for the King's help to bring their Pack back to life. The King agrees but for a price of course. ********* The concealed King perched on his throne speaks up with a heavy yet smooth voice, the mere baritone sending delightful shivers up my spine as the royal directs his attention to me. "I will help you but I want something in return." Comes his clear daunting voice as the rest of the court remains silent, no one daring to speak up until they are spoken to. Steeling my spine, my eyes focus on what I assume to be his chest as my kneeled figure speaks up, "What would that be my King?" Silence reigns for a few seconds before the alluring voice speaks up, ripping me of my composure in mere seconds. "You."

The Emperor of Wei is often described as a heavenly being, unable to make any fault. He was described to be a god from those celestial stories, and many speak of his birth many years ago. They say that the sun peeked from the snowing and heavy clouds to catch a glimpse of his face. They say birds sang and flowers bloomed despite being in the winter, and all the animals in the world bowed down as he took his first breath. He is known as the legendary emperor. The one who leads the kingdom through battles and conflicts, floods and droughts. The one who has kept his kingdom fed and happy despite a war waging outside their city walls. How he became suddenly so powerful remains a secret unknown to the world. How he became suddenly so powerful despite already ruling for ten years is a secret the world wants to know. The man is a mystery and his complex empire is a puzzle. . . Who am I? I am the third child of the closest advisor to the emperor. Though I may seem to be the Illegitimate daughter who was sent to the countryside as a child, I am my father's favorite. After all- I was the one who gave my father fame, and the emperor his wisdom and empire. . And I, have secrets of my own. *completed* *this story is my original work* *IS IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING-- THERE WILL BE INCONSISTENCIES* #1 in China on April 26 2019 #1 in Ancient on April 26 2019 #1 in strategy on July 13 2019 #1 in historical fiction on July 27 2020

⊰ The Wattys 2021 Shortlist ⊱ ⊰ Winner of the Wattpad India Awards 2020 Fantasy and Adventure ⊱ ; Two brave hearts emerged from the tragedy- one a saviour, the other a hero. ; 'I wish we're sent on another hunt,' she spoke, 'I simply can't wait to slay those sorry creatures.' Her face contorted with disgust. He chuckled and gently tugged her nose, 'All in good time, Anamika. The cosmos waits for everyone.' She was surprised, 'It does?' He nodded, 'Of course it does. How else would you explain the coexistence of so many souls?' 'I thought they just went on. The higher souls go to the Devlok and they forget about us.' He shook his head, 'No, they don't. Indeed, they stay there in the Devlok for some time but when they're done enjoying the fruit of their good deeds, they go back to the Prithvilok.' He paused, 'It's birth and death over and over again.' ; Join Anamika and Keval as they venture into the depths of war and death- from normal beings of the earth to the strongest of the two warring realms. Both felt worthless, both were broken, both were afraid. But worthlessness can be fought, brokenness can be mended, fears can be faced. They feared for themselves for the Heaven they were promised seemed lost, gone to waste. . . . #1 in Sunflower Awards 2.0 #2 in The Sapphire Awards

Mumbai. The city of dreams. With shimmering Arabian Sea, glittering skyscrapers, glamorous Bollywood; everywhere sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where innocence and honesty are a waste of everyone's time. Where obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. Where star power does not fluctuate every Friday. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnaath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Akash Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly and cold-blooded. Arnav Singh Raizada. Lalaji's indispensable and cunning protege. Ruthless, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. And it won't be long before lives will be pawned, loyalties will be questioned and the already shady line between right and wrong will completely disappear, crumbling everything around them like a house of cards. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart which refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Khushi. Full name Khushi Ranjan Vaghela. Akash Vaghela's beloved pampered baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Arnav Singh Raizada's life.

She grew up adoring him. Even after he drifted far due to circumstances the adulation continued. The fragrance of the night jasmine he planted to placate her left his mark. As she blossomed into a lissome maiden it filled her with a longing she could not bring herself to express- her feelings remained locked safe in the vault of her mind. Many tried to woo her but could never take his place, her heart belonged only to him! On the other hand he held vague memories of her, having left her far behind while she was still a child- his mother made sure no vestiges from the past would have any impact on his future, he had to live up to his influential pedigree. The elite boarding school, the internship abroad, the Ivy league education- a carefully charted path well-colluded to ensure that the Shekhawat fortunes would soar like a phoenix. There was too much at stake, she carefully groomed him to take over the business empire as he was their ultimate gilt-edged investment. She was a Sanyal before she became a Shekhawat-the daughter of a successful corporate Moghul, and soon realised that she must prevail before the clan had another opportunity to squander the ancestral wealth with their whims and a myopic vision. She vetted everything-who Randhir made friends with, whom he dated, who his business acquaintances were, what blue chip companies he put the money in- in the hope that he would never stray from the path to success, unlike his father before him. Little did Renuka Shekhawat know that destiny once writ is unlikely to unravel, you cannot always make the future your slave. What will happen when the two young people meet again, this time playing very different roles unlike those in their childhood?

There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.