Conquerors Stories

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.

What began as a lost girl without roots became a woman bound to an empire. Nevşah Saadet. The foreigner no one expected. The consort he could not forget. The one history never saw coming. Fatih Sultan Mehmed's most treasured companion, and the woman who would change the course of history forever. "In love and conquest, rules are written by the victors, and legacy remembers only the brave."

Alexander has conquered the city and now he desire to conquer me. I was forced to marry and become his queen in exchange by my weak father as a political pawn. He has made a queen of me but he is every bit the barbarian Viking sacking cities , yet as all men he has a weakness ... me.

Partners in Crime follows the exploits of the Mastermind, the ruler of the supervillain-ridden city of Rottenheim, who has greater ambitions of world domination. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get his way... So long as his lousy lackeys don't screw things up for him, which they very much do. (Consider checking out the dedicated website if you like what you read here, if you like: https://adamwoytila.wixsite.com/masterminds-lair)

take me back to the simple days. • poetry by el.

Even when everything seems burnt to ashes,there'll always be another chapter in this story

Here are some ideas on how to annoy Greencloaks... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) WARNING: These ideas and/or actions will get you kicked out of Greenhaven or imprisoned by the Greencloaks.

Do you want to restart your relationship with God but you do not know how? Do not worry, you are in the right path now. Let me walk you through the right way so that you will never be lost again.

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

Born into slavery, Arcani never had a chance to shine. He was always shunned despite his hard work. Hated among his fellow slaves for the just treatment he earned. Never to be free. Then one day his master died, and Arcani was given his armor, mace, and shield to take into battle. None of the noblemen debated his rise to his newfound position as they had seen his muscular might. The only problem that seemed to have lied ahead for the young Conqueror was his rivalry with a wealthy man's son who was aspiring to become a Conqueror as well. Between jealousy, greed, conflict, battles, and war. Arcani never seemed to be able to get his bearing on life. Even almost having it snatched away from him

~Book One of The Crimson War Chronicles~ || The Wraith's Revenge || The lands of Canaan have been torn apart by war, each kingdom fighting to retain it's legacy as the great Zeran Empire advances onwards, growing more and more in unstoppable power. For the last seven years, Ariah Keen has had nothing on his mind except revenge. After being captured during the burning of Ira's capital and the butchering of their chieftain, Ariah has vowed to himself that he will be the hand that slays the head of Phoenix Emperor. As the Crimson War continues to leave more bloodshed in its wake, Ariah must face a part of himself that was buried long ago... ...for an even greater power has begun to stir.

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!

The story of the man that started the Sadoom family. Who conquered the entire Sadoom valley through his shrewd and enterprising nature. The story is told through the words of Deputy Commissioner at the time Captain Hugh Rees James.

Title should explain it all but imma put a proper description anyway! Theories for the future books? Want to know what happens after a Spirit Animal's summoner dies? Still don't know why Meilin's not a half-panda? Or are you just here for the random stuff?

the prince aegon targaryen is betrothed to lady saera lannister, she is trying to break down the walls of the closed off, cold prince. will her love and devotion help win his heart over? how will their reign of the seven kingdoms go with the many challenges that stand in the way? (team green based fanfic. so the characters as portrayed on team green will stay on team green. 💚)

I am writing about an empire for Vandheer lorde where he built an empire from the old and the new when he was defeat the arm with wings, he was given a power by the malice God who see through him worthy.