Истории Darkundertones

In a quiet American suburb where everything looks perfect, Emily is exactly what everyone expects-polite, calm, and untouched. But beneath her carefully controlled exterior is a mind that doesn't follow the rules. As curiosity begins to grow into something harder to ignore, Emily learns how to hide in plain sight-balancing innocence with a dangerous inner world no one sees coming. Because in Maplewood, appearances are everything. And the truth? It rarely stays buried.

Liora Ashryn has spent her life trying to avoid her family's legacy. The Valeharts influence governments, shape economies, and move through history like a shadow at dusk. She wants no part of it, until her grandfather Ansel Roethe dies and she collapses at his funeral. When she wakes, she is in 1914, inhabiting the body of an ancestor on the brink of a decision that could alter the course of a world war. Liora soon discovers the truth of the Valehart bloodline. Once per generation, one heir from each of the Twelve Houses can enter the lives of their ancestors at moments of crisis. Known as the Passage, it has allowed generations to quietly redirect history. But this time, something is wrong. She is not the only heir of her generation to manifest the power. Heirs are dying during their Passages. Entire Houses are vanishing as though they never existed. More members of the Twelve are awakening than the system was ever designed to sustain. The balance that has governed history for centuries is beginning to fracture. As Liora learns to navigate the lives of her ancestors, she discovers that intervention is never clean. Every adjustment creates consequences she cannot fully predict. The past resists her. The present reacts. And the cost of miscalculation grows heavier with each attempt. Allies blur into rivals. Observation becomes influence. Influence becomes instability. By the time Liora understands the limits of her control, the damage has already begun to surface. The Passage was meant to preserve history. Instead, it may be unraveling it. History is no longer waiting. And the first fracture has already begun.

It's all about bob.

(also posted on ao3) For ten years, she has served the Twelfth Legion. A daughter of Pluto, small enough to be underestimated, dangerous enough that no one makes that mistake twice. Camp Jupiter taught her discipline, loyalty, and how to turn shadows into weapons. It also taught her something else: when the choice comes between orders and the people bleeding in front of you, Rome expects you to choose wrong. She never does. When a quest to recover the legion's lost eagle brings her face to face with Percy Jackson and Frank Zhang, everything begins to change. Friendship was never part of the training. Neither was trust. But wars are not won alone, and the bonds forged in battle can be more dangerous than any monster. Especially when loyalty has always been her greatest flaw. But before the dust can settle, the Argo II arrives, and with it a prophecy that will send seven demigods across the world. Seven demigods. One prophecy. And a war that will tear the world apart if they fail. (every photo present are from pinterest yes)

A chain of love binds them to someone they will never have - not in this life, not in any that follows. Loyalty begins to rot into obsession, sanity thinning with every unspoken word. Emotions coil through their veins, clawing at the nerves, yet silence remains the only vow they are allowed to keep. Vulnerability festers. Anticipation aches. Desire stands still, suspended in time - burdened with questions everyone understands and no one dares to answer. And when all that remains is ruin, one question survives the wreckage: "The beloved... or the love itself?" -------------------------------