Several months have passed, following the War with the Valg. Fenrys Moonbeam is slowly settling into his new role as the Ambassador of Terrasen, while his friends and allies set to work strengthening their lands. It seems that Terrasen has finally reached an era of peace, but peace can only last for so long. One Lady is missing from Aelin's Court, and the people in the city of Arcelia are demanding her return. If Nascha Makatza does not claim her birthright, her people will declare a civil war. They will attempt to secede from Terrasen and create their own kingdom, claiming the Anascaul Mountains as their territory. It is up to Fenrys to help his Queen and Court find the rogue Lady and convince her to accept her role in the new world, but that may prove more difficult than he could ever imagine. Disclaimer: I do not own the TOG series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place several months after Kingdom of Ash. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with sexual content, rape, abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed December 9, 2021 My TOG FanFiction Duology: 1) All Things Wild and Beautiful 2) Bonds of Light and Fire *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her. The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

━━ RHOSS ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS. Princess of Terrasen. Lady of Tears. Warrior of Storms. Bender of Worlds. Together, Rhoss and her twin sister Aelin shattered empires, burning Maeve's lands to ash and destroying Erawan's armies. But even victory leaves scars. One year later, Rhoss is drowning beneath grief, nightmares, and the weight of a broken kingdom. Then, in the silent halls of her palace, she hears it-the haunting song of a harp echoing in her chest. A call to a destiny far greater... and far more dangerous... than she ever imagined. (Longer synopsis inside) ... TOGxACOTAR crossover oc x azriel

After Rhaenyra was sent back by the Fourteen Flames to prevent the Dance of the Dragons, she was unable to do so. The Dance commenced and the loss to the world was profound. The Gods declared one more attempt to shift the fabric of fate and called forth a Champion to do so. One they hoped would have the will to do what was necessary to rewrite the fate of Westeros. Brought to a new world, given a new fate, one woman must fight for not just the throne but her new family. She must shape the world anew, and prove she was worthy of the gods' faith. House of the Dragon fanfiction Daemon Targaryen x OC!Targaryen Warning - Death, war, violence, sex, incest, miscarriage, and likely many other things. As always I do not own anything related to Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon, the rights to this vast world are owned by GRRM. I am simply giving the world my own twist.

"I'm sorry, you're a what now?" She asked. Her voice raising an octave. Anxiety and paranoia all rolling into one emotion. "A werewolf?" "We actually prefer the term shifter." "There is no way you're actually correcting me to be politically correct right now." PaulxFemOC New Moon - Breaking Dawn Part II In which Bella's older sister receives a call back to her hometown. Finding out about the supernatural while balancing an old friend while also becoming a police cadet? Just your average Tuesday where Hazel is concerned.

"You're torturing me," she whispered. He huffed a quiet laugh. "You're looking like this, and I'm the one torturing you?" He pulled the ribbons tighter, drawing her waist in, and she bit her lip. "Just a little more," he murmured, tightening the next ribbon. Another grazed touch. Another tremble from her. "Reg," she breathed. His hands stilled. "Yes, love?" She swallowed. "You're doing that on purpose." "I absolutely am." . Alana Potter, Harry Potter's older sister, finds herself haunted by vivid, recurring visions of a man drowning in a dark, watery cave. Initially dismissing it as mere dreams, she soon realizes they are far more significant. The man in her vision is Regulus Black, the enigmatic younger brother to her godfather, Sirius Black, who was presumed dead decades ago. Alana uncovers the truth behind Regulus' fate: his betrayal of Voldemort and his attempt to destroy a Horcrux led him to be trapped in a cursed cave. Despite her fear, she feels an unshakable pull to save him, not only because of her connection to the Black family but also due to the feeling that she has to know him. . Part of the 'Second Series'. The 'Second Series' is a series of four books, each having an oc in each Hogwarts house. They can be read in any order as they are all happening within the same timeframe. If I was to recommend reading any way I would do a tandem read between the books, reading them by date. But if you would like to read them one at a time my suggestion would be reading them in this order: Second Chance, Second Sin, Second Haven, Second Storm.

Being the youngest of 4 highly esteemed brothers, when she made her debut as a debutante, Amelia knew there were bound to be eyes on her. She was glad she wasn't a Bridgerton that would be worse. Especially since she was shy in the face of others. But what happens when she catches the eye of a Viscount? Now suddenly all eyes are on her. EDIT: In the process of revision.

I have known the Bridgertons for most my life. Daphne is my best friend and the closest to a sister I will ever have. Being the only child isn't just lonely. It's a constant reminded of the future I will have if something were to happen to my father, and if I ever try to forget, my mother will be there to make sure I remember. Then there is Lord Bridgerton-- Anthony...I have loved him for as long as I have known what love was. He makes my heart pound and my knees unsteady. One moment of weakness made it easier to believe he could love back, but my mother isn't going to wait for him to maybe ask for my hand. My reality is that I must get married and he will never want to marry me. I have one more London season to find my match before my mother makes one for me... ________________________ This story is based off the Bridgerton books series by Julia Quinn(that I highly recommend). I haven't seen the show (only parts). So, any relation to the characters, situations, or events relating to the book or show clearly do not belong to me. **Please don't come for my history accuracy. I did the best I could.**

Aleana is the daughter of Gandalf the Grey and a dear friend to Frodo Baggins. When the ring falls in the possession of Frodo, Gandalf asks Aleana to look after him, helping him to get the ring to Mordor to destroy it. Along the journey she meets many foes, but many friends as well. As well as a chance for love with a handsome Ranger from the North. But darkness dwells among Middle Earth and haunts her mind. Before she knows it, Aleana is fighting two battles. The one before everyone and the one in her mind. Will she have the courage to be victorious or will she fail and fall to the depths of evil? Perhaps it is love she needs to prevail, but how sure can she be that she will receive that love when the one she loves belongs to someone else?

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.