Conquered Stories

**She was raised to wear a crown. He was raised to take them.** Princess Vanya of Devgarh has always been anything but an ordinary princess. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, and fiercely protective of her people, she hides a secret skill her father taught her long ago-a skill she was sworn never to reveal unless absolutely necessary. Adiraj, the ruthless prince of rival kingdom Rudravan, has been taught that emotions are weaknesses and victory is all that matters. When Rudravan sets its sights on Devgarh, Adiraj enters the kingdom disguised as an ordinary man, watching from the shadows and learning everything he needs to know. Until he notices her. A princess who gives bread to hungry children. A girl who refuses to bow easily. A woman who believes courage means more than simply winning. Then Devgarh falls. And Vanya finds herself standing before the very man who conquered her kingdom. He has the throne. He has the power. He has her kingdom in his hands. But one thing he cannot seem to conquer- her

King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can inherit the throne. Princesses Aelora and Rhaenyra live in a dream world but have always been different but that hasn't stopped them from being at odds. Aelora is the intelligent and sensitive and believes in justice and is just like her father and loves history. But Aelora believes that history can also teach people things and enlighten people on a better world. Viserys absolutely does not want to betray his children at any cost and after careful consideration, he makes his eldest daughter Aelora Targaryen his heir and successor to the Iron Throne. Aelora will be the first Queen to sit on the Iron Throne and no one knows what the future will look like but Aelora also has her own enemies and must do her best to overcome the struggles and play out her steps to make people face their fear to be able to realize who she is and must absolutely save and protect her family from others and each other.

Sancha is a princess of Stetriol, daughter of King Irwin, niece of Gar, younger sister of Drina, and twin sister of Shane. Her life has long been dominated by the reality of the Bonding Sickness. Thus, when a mysterious stranger arrives claiming to have a cure, Sancha puts her fears aside out of hope to save the loved ones she still has. For her actions, she is rewarded only by betrayal, and in the wake of her father's death, Sancha is forced into exile by the very stranger she helped assist: Zerif. Beyond the boarders of her homeland, Sancha is ultimately found, and given the nectar from which she summons a spirit animal. Soon, she becomes a ward of the Greencloaks, cloaked in gray and troubled by the past, the present, and the future. But as Sancha is awakened to the complexities and secrets of her own family history and her spirit animal bond, and finds it in herself to trust and respect those Greencloaks surrounding her, it is clear that if Sancha wants to try to save her homeland, she must side with its sworn enemies. And perhaps, in doing so, Sancha might just save not only Stetriol, but all of Erdas. Note: I don't own Spirit Animals or any of its characters. I only own Sancha, Spesamari, and any other OCs of mine.

I just want to share the things that help me get through difficult times. So I can just go back here to read and reminisce those moments. Aja! We can do this!🎓 #LetsTattooThis

A shadow of one's self is never supposed to be any better than the person they are part of. When that shadow breaks free and become it's own entity, it won't threaten just that person, but everyone around them. (Working in collaboration with ElaineDragontamer)

This is an Action filled story set during 539BC. A story about a young boy, who was trained and made the commander of his Kingdom at very early age. As he progress his training he reveals many secrets of this amazing world and get to see the different faces that this world can have !

This is just some of my thoughts during the day and at night

A poem, A Tribute to my Mother!

Tales of Hastir is a compilation of short stories of past important events on the continent of Hastir. This stories follows mainly the events happening around the "winter child" and how it became the greatest threat to all of the kingdoms of Hastir.

"She is determined; I can see it in her eyes. Throughout initiation, she has sparked my curiosity. Whether or not it was out of her attractiveness or her strength in skills, I was thoroughly jealous of her genetically pure genes. She was obviously Divergent; she reminds me too much of Tris. Sometimes, when I look at her, I can swear that they have almost the same nose. This faction system is going well, for now, and sometimes interest strikes up. Among the conversations at Dauntless, they're all talking or have talked about her. She is the new Divergent in Dauntless. She runs the world, it seems like. But I haven't been fascinated by her for this reason. The reason being how she handles situations amongst this explicit gossip is what intrigues me. And I know, without a shred of doubt, that she has enough potential to become the next Beatrice Prior. Zeke notices me staring at her and nudges me with his casted elbow, which causes him to virtually scream out with pain. Heads turn and the pops of fists against dummies and other fists stop. All except for one person, who continues to build up its strength. I don't have to acknowledge this person, because I know exactly who she is. She is Raina, the Erudite transfer. She is very smart, easily sly and cunning. Zeke hears her and raises an eyebrow at me, to which I respond with a fake shrug. Call me crazy, but although I am twenty-one, I am certain of my feelings towards Raina. I admire and adore her so much, but it's not love. This is off of a study of actions, not an actual conversation with her. She has intrigued me, and it has been hard to do that ever since Tris was murdered. 'Tobias,' Zeke whispers into my ear. 'Do we need something to control her with or what?' 'No, she is the control. She is the living seven nation army we've been hopelessly searching -- striving for,' I reply quickly. 'And we need her to continue our domination.' He nods in understanding."

Doggie wolf ghastly spider creeper me bear and a whole lotta tanks gear up to take on the world

Follow Azmo, short for Azmodiel, a reclusive magic wielding wizard NEET and his closest friend Shaz, short for Shazga, the goblin shaman. Azmo is constantly fighting against house chores, running errands, and his family's legacy of conquering kingdoms. Along the way Azmo teaches his handy house-keeping spells to Shaz, but somehow the fanatical goblin turns them into weapons of mass destruction, expanding their ever growing goblin kingdom. Meanwhile Azmo remains completely oblivious in his high tower touching the clouds in a nest of pillows, books, and tea. If you want to read a collection of short tales about a cozy wizard who wants nothing more to live in peace with tea and books, but has a goblin follower that reads too much into things and causes mass mayhem on their fantastical realm, then this is the read for you!

She just lost her kingdom and her parents, and she's about to meet the people who took both.

Hello friends, I am knew to writing. So I would love feedback, advise, and editing tips. This story is still in progress, but what I can tell you about it may help. It is about a group of teenagers who skirt around on Rollerblades shooting each other with paint ball guns. I would also like to point out this a short story, it's a book with small chapters so don't yell at me for having Short chapters. I would also like to point out if you are squeamish there is a brief descripon of bood and bone not super descriptive but be aware.

a cataclysmic event rips rhys a brilliant but unassuming history student from iloilo renowned in his university for his unparalleled grasp of ancient civilizations and his uncanny ability to connect seemingly disparate historical threads from his ordinary life and hurls him into a vibrant fantasy realm teetering on the brink of annihilation an exiled vengeful god malkor seeks to reclaim his dominion spreading chaos and forcing mortals to worship him as a prelude to his ultimate revenge on the pantheon that banished him rhys unexpectedly chosen by the worlds fading protective magic must master forgotten powers and forge unlikely alliances with elves dwarves and humans to stand against malkors encroaching darkness his sharp intellect honed through years of rigorous study proves unexpectedly useful in deciphering ancient prophecies and understanding the intricacies of this new worlds magic system his academic knowledge once confined to textbooks now becomes a tool for survival against a gods wrath his journey will test not only his courage but the limits of his intellect as he confronts challenges far beyond the scope of any history exam the fate of this world and perhaps even more rests on the shoulders of this extraordinary iloilo student now thrust into an extraordinary conflict

They are not legends written into history. They are the space between reports, the missing pages, the operations that never appear on record and never require confirmation. The Crimson Company moves where larger forces cannot afford to be seen, where victory depends on silence, precision, and the willingness to step beyond the line that separates duty from consequence. Eleven soldiers, shaped by the same ruthless training yet each carved into a different kind of blade, operating under a commander whose decisions are measured in outcomes rather than recognition. If you wish to know the full story this is placed in, check out: The crimson Child

This poem is about dodging the bullet.

The Lost Seraph Once, Ivy was just a blind girl with a mother's love and a fragile gift-the power to summon butterflies of light. But when a dark order discovered her abyssal black eyes, they tore them from her to awaken their long-dead queen. Stripped of sight, of innocence, and of everything she held dear, Ivy was left with only the void. From that void, something greater was born. Her blank, hollow eyes-though gone-became the source of unimaginable magic, a power vast enough to bend dreams, lives, and even the fate of kingdoms. Yet power this deep comes with questions no prophecy can answer. Will Ivy use her strength to take vengeance on those who broke her? Will she claim dominion over the world that once rejected her? Or will she face the darkest battle of all-the one within herself? In a realm where gods and monsters both seek her eyes, Ivy must walk the line between salvation and destruction. Her path is veiled in shadows, her choices as sharp as blades. For in the end, the lost seraph may either save humanity... or be the reason it falls.