Greycharacters Stories

A Song Of Dying Rivers by Am Jura {Fanfic of a song to drown rivers by ann liang} Two kingdoms. One war born from pride. And a woman caught between the truth and her own heart. After the death of Wu's king, Yue's ruler Goujian strikes, believing the time is perfect to conquer his rival. But his plan shatters when the young king Fuchai defeats and humiliates him, planting a seed of vengeance that refuses to die. To destroy Wu from within, Goujian sends the enchanting Xi Shi into Fuchai's court. What begins as a weapon soon becomes a fracture in destiny-because Xi Shi sees what neither king can admit: they are both prisoners of inherited hatred. Unable to stand with Goujian or Fuchai, she vanishes with the secrets that could have changed everything. Now Goujian's revenge burns unchecked, and Fuchai sinks into a grief he cannot outrun. In a world where rivers remember every betrayal, love becomes the quiet tragedy that drowns kingdoms. From January 1st 2026

A rewrite of "I Solemnly Swear I'm the Dark Lord's Son". An almost complete rewrite.

The Last Zamindar A Family Saga of Power, Legacy, and Betrayal In the heart of Mithila, Bihar, stands the Simaria Rajbari-an ancient palace steeped in power, pride, and secrets. For generations, the Singh family ruled as zamindars, wielding influence that stretched beyond their lands. But by the 1970s, the feudal era is dying, and with it, the family's unquestioned dominance. When Veerendra Pratap Singh, the heir to this legacy, chooses the Indian Administrative Service (IAS) over his ancestral throne, he is branded a black sheep by his father, Tej Pratap Singh-the last true zamindar in spirit. But Veerendra sees what his ancestors refuse to: power no longer lies in land, but in the corridors of bureaucracy. As Veerendra rises through the system with his unbreakable ideals, he collides with corrupt politicians, caste-based power struggles, and a shadowy network that won't let old power die easily. From burning villages to secret gold reserves, from Mithila's fading aristocracy to Delhi's ruthless politics, he fights to prove that honor doesn't lie in tradition, but in conviction. But history is a cycle-and the Singh family's future will be shaped by two more black sheep: Aditya Singh, who rejects government service for the world of business. Aryan Singh, who embraces the grey world of power with no moral lines. As the family fractures and evolves, one question remains: Will the Singh dynasty adapt and survive, or will it become just another forgotten chapter in India's modern history?

Hayley Nayak is a college student bored with her continued uneventful existence. That all changes when a student in her college is murdered and she receives a message from the killer. Shiv Shah isn't a stranger to death, with two dead parents you won't be either. When a student in his college is murdered he can't resit checking it out at least once. Their paths cross standing on dried blood of the victim. The reaction is instant - hate. Hayley doesn't want anyone to mess with something that is her's and Shiv isn't sure why he listens to the girl that everyone believes to be the killer.

'you see what you want to see. feel what you want to feel' He's misunderstood and broken. She's vengeful and outspoken. He is in love with a woman who contradicts everything he believes in. She is in love with a man who considers her to be a personified sin. He's Randhir. She's Vidushi. And this is NOT a love story. It is about the things they didn't tell you about love.

In a world ruled by crowns, customs, and cruel affections, Salman was only a quiet scholar in the Durbar of Raja Indra Singh-destined to serve, never to be seen. He loved the crown prince Aaryan Singh in silence, his feelings both a balm and a curse. But Aaryan, beautiful and brutal, toyed with his devotion like a careless prince plucking petals from a flower. The final blow came when Salman was gifted-like property-to another prince, in return for Aaryan's marriage alliance with Princess Priyagni. On that cursed night, Salman poisoned himself under the stars, wishing never to cross Aaryan's path again in this life or the next. But the universe has its own cruel sense of humour. Reborn in modern-day New Zealand, Salman is a school tutor, quietly nurturing the lives of others while nursing wounds that span lifetimes. His tranquil life is disrupted when he meets Aaryan again-this time, as the arrogant, devastatingly charming elder son of the family he works for. What begins as déjà vu soon descends into another heartbreak, as a cruel bet leaves Salman shattered once more. Years later, fate forces them back together at a wedding, where amidst mehendi and memories, they're unwillingly bound again-accidentally married. What starts as reluctant cohabitation unfolds into something intimate and devastating. Their love-if it ever was love-seems to bloom only under storms and unravel in the light. Especially when ghosts of the past return in the form of Priyagni, a forged letter, and truths Salman was never meant to know. Can two souls twisted by lifetimes of pain untangle in this one? Or are they cursed to repeat history... until one of them breaks?

THERE IS NOTHING MORE JOURNALISTICALLY PROFITABLE THAN NOSTALGIA. No article written with any amount of nuance compares to a good story milking the past for all of its glories and none of its mishappenings. And when a tired journalist is forced upon another fable of past revival, what she finds is no worse than what she expected. OR..... Your nostalgia is lying to you.

blood. blood and tears. how did laughs and kisses turn into blood and tears?

There are four Empires, and there is war. Humans against humans, and Lords against Gods. Avane's brother has been taken from her by the Gods. She is a general, a legend, a Lord, and she will get him back. Rhone plans to rebel against other Gods. He is willing to lie and betray and kill to free himself from their control. Thisby has spent his whole life panting after his father's title, and now he finally has a chance to earn it. Finch searches for the cure to the inexplicable disease that stole her family, her lover, and her sanity when the Gods brought it to her home. War is coming, dear readers. Updates every three days until I run out of written material, and then every other Monday.