Conquerer 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

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.

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.

Everything was great before They came. We had our own culture, our own way of life, our own beliefs, our own everything. But then, They came and forced us into their world. Now, everything sucks. (Contains my OCs, profanity, and probably some graphic descriptions.)

"Rinnette you are the most stupid girl I have ever met " They said...." Passing up the opportunity of a life time all for the sake of pride and morals" "Yes of course u perv.. cause being bounded by good morals is best than............" I started "If you dont want to grow up we'll make you" and said turning to the goons "Chain her" ... " For the last time. Join me" " I said no Bastard " ### Read this story to find out when and how that'll occur. Xoxo Eneri

In life there are good years and bad years. Some of these years are split apart and others are broken up. Life can change so quickly. It appears that attitude is everything and intentions and motivations make the difference in those changes. However, good intentions with a lack of action is apathy at best. Niro in his naivete believed he wouldn't go through such adversity. His life couldn't be better. However, he will soon learn a harsh truth about life. It is so fundamentally human to go through adversity. It's a part of what makes us who we are. We're not defined by what adversity we go through. It's the way we come out of the other side of it that shows us who we really are, what we're worth, and who we'd like to be. Niro is about to embark on a journey he never wanted nor expected. How will he come out the other side of this strange new struggle?

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"Gift or no gift, we all have this... this fucked up idea in our heads that we can coexist with one another, "And yeah, it's good to dream, good to have ideas but when you go to dangerous lengths to achieve your dreams, the dream is no longer a dream, it's the trigger cause of war." -Evanora Coleman ----- I just want to make this clear, although the plot idea seems to be quite original, the main parts are actually based on someone's life. So that in future the person doesn't all of a sudden shut the story down, I own 95%-ish of the plot line, the rest is someone else's life. Cool, understood, hopefully. Any queries let me know.

Status: 1/4 completed a young man by the name of Jack was killed in a car accident and was reincarnated in a world of magic and gods you the reader follow Jack as he figures out what is his purpose for being reincarnated into this world and he would soon fine after he was summoned by the god of death alduin Tempe hills champion will he turn the land of the living in to land of the dead or will he defy The God who summoned him only time will tell please keep in mind that I will also be trying to keep all chapters + 2000 words and as well try to publish a chapter at least a single one every day also anytime skip will be at most 5 days in a bare minimum is 2 daya This first part of the series will have 52 chapters not counting any things like asking your opinion on how the story is coming along

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!

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.

I'm very sorry for all the spelling mistakes. I have a habit of missing things in my proof read. In the World of Men, most people are dead. In the World of The Past, a beast lurks. In the World of The Undead, people are undead. Duh. Meet The 12 Judges, the men and women who judge you at your death, try to save the world. In this story, old fairy tales are brought back to life, ever so slightly different. Follow The Beast save Jasmine. Watch as Ariel tries to kill everything and everyone. Watch as Cinderella falls in love with a judge. Watch as The Boy Who Cried Wolf, cry wolf and become one. And eat Little Red Riding Hood. Watch as Grandma turns into a troll and tries to eat Puss in Boots. Take yourself on a journey through your childhood and ruin it as things get weird. 'Cos you can.

there is a terrible disease killing mainlnd sheep, as a stor mis coming to the island. the storm carries with it the ruler and guards of the catalan empire. something must be done

Not Every victory is announced with applause. some arrive quietly, in healing ,in choosing yourself , in becoming who you were always meant to be .

When Percy and Annabeth fall into Tartarus, Annabeth dies on the fall down. When Chaos gives Percy the ability of the Conqueror, what will happen? ---- This is not my own story really, just my twist on one that never got continued. Pretty similar plot but also not. I also don't own PJO or HOO. Cover is also from the story on Wattpad, not mine.

You fall to the ground, unconscious. Ed's grin turns down and his eyes widen in horror. A bright yellow light fills the room. He traces the thick black vine that reached out from the machine into your heart. Ed's knees gives up from under him. Al rushes in. "Brother, what's-" Ed turns to Al, tears and desperation filling his eyes. "She's gone, Al. She's gone. And it's all my fault!" Al's eyes widen as he stares at the figure behind his brother. Your body was vaporizing slowly. Al points towards you, shaking. The yellow light swallows your body, along with the vine and Ed's machine. Ed turns and hangs his head as everything falls silent. Al stands there wordlessly. Ed blinks away his tears, determination set in his eyes. "She's gone, Al, but I won't allow that. It's not a fair equivalent exchange." Ed looks up at Al. "We're going to bring her back." ~ Something weird is up. Your powerful alchemy powers were admired all through the land, and yet no one seems to know what alchemy is. That is, until you meet Edward Elric and his brother, Alphonse Elric. The two are fascinated yet understanding of your powers, and Ed is able to teach you some alchemy, though he won't tell you how he knows. Through many hardships with the Elric brothers, you begin to grow close to them, and even start to fall for Al, but he doesn't feel the same. Ed, though, falls for you, and you couldn't help but feel bad. You don't realize how you feel about him. That is, until Ed sacrifices the most important thing to him to be able to keep you by his side. ************ This story is based on the original FMA series after the Conqueror of Shamballa movie. If you want to read one for FMA:B, I'll have one up soon, as I'm not quite done with the series yet. But for now, enjoy!

Prologue - The Awakening Centuries ago, before maps dared name the lands, before cities pierced the skies, there existed a jungle unlike any other. Its canopy was so dense that sunlight struggled to reach the forest floor, filtering through leaves in fractured, emerald shards. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of wet earth, moss, and something far older-metallic, almost imperceptibly sweet, like blood and gold intermingled. In the heart of that living labyrinth, a city lay hidden, forgotten by time and memory. Its streets were silent, yet alive; its walls seemed to breathe, shifting imperceptibly when no eye watched. Statues, vast and incomprehensible, rose from the earth, their gazes fixed on horizons no mortal could see. And in the center of it all, a temple carved from blue stone stood as both guardian and sentinel, a place where the impossible slept. Within that temple lay him: Vahran. Not man, not god, but something between-a conqueror whose name had been etched in legend and whispered in fear. His body, pale blue as the midnight sky before dawn, was adorned with gold and ceremonial finery that no living hand could craft. His chest rose and fell with the slow, eternal rhythm of a heartbeat that belonged not to time, but to history itself. For generations, explorers came and vanished. Their journals told of rivers that flowed backward, forests that moved of their own accord, and shadows that whispered secrets too terrible to speak aloud. They wrote of lights that pulsed like warning signals from the very stones, of figures glimpsed through mist that should not exist, and of the sense that something watched them, always, everywhere. Few returned. Those who did spoke in trembling voices, their minds haunted, their memories fractured. And then, one morning, a woman stepped into the heart of that living city. She was an explorer, skilled and fearless, trained to read the signs the world offered, yet she was unprepared for the truth. The temple called her name