Languageofthorns Stories

Adaptation on the Nutcracker with a magical, rather dark twist

❝ 𝒾𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾'𝓂 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒾'𝓂 𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓊𝓈 ❞ ❃ ᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ a rare Grisha escapes from the prison that is the Little Palace, only to find herself wrapped in the many heists of a certain gang. or ᵂᴴᴱᴿᴱ a certain man finds himself lowering his guard for a new addition to his gang. ❃ { kaz brekker x fem!oc } { shadow and bone & grishaverse x fem!oc }

There was once a bard who sung with a voice that rose and fell with the sound of the running waters of his homeland. ----- I'm trying to create a fantasy world and this story is just me messing around in that world. The writing style is loosely based off of Leigh Bardugo's in 'The Language Of Thorns' (which you should definitely read!) Cover by me

"Crowns topple easily. Thrones crumble like dust. Hearts cease to beat. Thorns draw blood." In a country torn into two, there should have been no room for mistakes. Especially not at the very core of the royal family. That was what she was. Yes, a Lantsov but a witch. Bloodletter. Grisha. In the darkness he longs for the country that had been his home for a great many years. A country that had branded him a heretic, a monster driven by greed, a traitor. Even in hiding, he yearns and yearns. For what, he did not know. But he soon will. A stain of red in an otherwise pristine white cloth. Either cut it out or cut yourself. ▪︎•▪︎•▪︎• The events of this book take place generations prior to Shadow and Bone. A few generations after the Fold was created. (Based on the books from the Grishaverse)