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  • Crowned in Tide and Dust | A Forced Marriage Epic Romantasy by OctaviaLocke
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    Two loves. One betrayal. A dozen lives - and she'll spend every one if she must to save them all. ***** To gain the power of a goddess, claim the Ashen throne, and prove her worth, Princess Kisa Aggre must first drown. When the ritual fails and the goddess never comes, Kisa is declared a disappointment. Stripped of her future and any claim to power, she is offered to the desert Empire of Fend-a sacrifice meant to secure an uneasy alliance between two long-standing enemies. On the eve of her departure, Kisa's beloved cousin, Keldra, returns after months away. But their reunion is short-lived. Within hours, Keldra bleeds out in Kisa's arms, leaving behind a cryptic message-Sestra, do what I could not-and a bloodstained scrap of leather Kisa recognizes as Fend. Now Kisa must leave the only home she's ever known with the very people she suspects may be responsible for Keldra's death. In Fend, she finds herself bound to Rath, the ruthless, unrecognized son of the emperor, and drawn into the orbit of his charming and dangerous brother, Davros. But something impossible is awakening in Kisa: a magic unheard of, a power that answers to blood. As she searches for the truth behind Keldra's death, enemies both foreign and familiar begin moving in the dark-and the mystery reaches far beyond a single murder. Before Kisa can expose the conspiracy, she, Rath, and Davros are killed. Drowned. In death, Kisa finally meets the goddess who abandoned her-and is given the chance to begin again. This time, Kisa intends to save them all. Even if she must tear an empire apart to do it. 𝐖𝐈𝐏 | 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐝 | 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲
  • Resonance Threshold by Light_Rayven
    Light_Rayven
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    In this world, everyone gets superpowers. But not all of them are helpful. In fact, they can tear you apart. ~ When Lira turns 18, she finally gets her Resonance: the ability to sense and enhance emotions. But there's a cost: For everyone who gets their emotions enhanced, she gets closer to losing them. She feels horrible grief. This prevents her from focusing on other emotions. And it's slowly breaking her completely. But if she can work with the rebels on time, however, her world may be saved.
  • The Eryndell Cycle: Ashes of Eryndell by mostlyankit
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    On the continent of Valren, fire has a long memory. Vraen Ashborn has spent his life among ash and iron, working a blacksmith's forge that barely keeps hunger at bay. He is seventeen, strong from labor, shaped by heat and hardship, and burdened by a life that was never meant to be his. He is not the son of the people who raised him. He has never been told why. Magic exists in Valren, but it is feared, regulated, and whispered about like a half-forgotten sin. The world speaks of peace, yet the ground remembers blood. Ruins stand where wisdom once lived. Names have been erased. Truth has been buried so deeply that even the lies are old. When violence reaches too close to Ashwick, Vraen is forced beyond the only life he has ever known. What begins as survival becomes revelation. The tools he understands are no longer enough. The past refuses to stay silent. And the forces that shaped the world long before his birth begin to turn their gaze toward him. Somewhere in Valren's fractured history, a betrayal changed everything. Something was taken. Something was left unfinished. Vraen is tied to it all. To power that should not exist. To a legacy no one remembers correctly. To a future that will demand more than he knows how to give. And once the fire starts climbing, it does not stop.
  • Echoes of lost Souls  by Knightmaiga
    Knightmaiga
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    A woman who hears memory in stone. A city built on suppression. A power that was never meant to wake.