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Their kingdom had no king. And their castle had no servants. Nine girls, all orphans, were adopted by the king of Runa, one from each of the nine kingdoms ravaged by Red Fever. They grew up as sisters, and as royal princesses, with a loving king and queen replacing the parents they had lost. Until they were orphaned again. Though still in their teenage years, the nine princesses find themselves alone for the second time. They must learn to manage a castle and kingdom with no help from anyone else - not even from servants, who all abandoned the girls right after their parents' death. Maelyn - the eldest princess - is determined to keep them together. But how can she protect her family when scornful nobles, roving bandits, buried secrets, and sibling rivalries threaten to tear the sisters apart? So distracted by her troubles, Maelyn can't even notice the royal messenger has taken an uncommon liking to her, and a festering plot to unseat her is underway. The Nine Princesses shares the adventures of a family of sisters whose personalities clash like swords, growing up in a kingdom often hostile to their humble origins. Expect romance and intrigue and mystery and heartache in this enchanting tale of a unique blended family.

The princess was never one to stay on the castle grounds and despised anyone who would try to keep her there. The knight was protective of her and would stop at nothing to make sure she's safe on and off the grounds. Will things grow into something more or will they be enemies forever? Tag teamed with Nae 😊 **While waiting on chapters, check out the other story we wrote together "The Prince and his Princess" by @JustNae07** **I do not own the rights to this picture** **This story will have around 75 chapters, but they are shorter than most of the stories. I'm just a fan of short chapters.**

Ever wondered what it would be like to go into the world of one of your favorite novels. Well this is exactly what happened to me. Let me explain I had just got cheated on by my boyfriend and then I got ran over by a truck, Cliche I know 😅 , but it gets better. Now I am Christina Vale the villainess of the story. It seems fate had a twisted sense of humor today. But I'm not going to back down. I'm going to change my story and maybe just maybe find romance too. Hi y'all 👋 , if you've read my stories before you know that this is my first time making a villainess reincarnation story so please bear with me. Feel free to share your thoughts and hopefully this book with your friends. School is ongoing so it will be 1 chapter every 2 weeks. I'm sorry 😞. Love, - Lily 🪴 2 in hidden power

A fantasy short story set before a festival that turns deadly when a monster strikes. This story is a self-contained excerpt from a larger work. Author's Note: This is a self-contained excerpt from a longer fantasy story I'm currently writing. I'm sharing it to get feedback on pacing, characters, and clarity. Thank you for reading!

Two rival kingdoms. One magical crown that rules all. Elena Frostveil-the fifth element of earth, icy and untouchable, must protect her people from the shadow of Zayn Veyr-the ruler of shadows, a dark magician whose power could crush them in an instant. Every alliance hides a dagger, every whisper carries betrayal, and every battlefield could be the last. In a game where every move could mean life or death, and where hearts are weapons as lethal as magic, Who will rise... and who will fall?

*Completed* "Before legends are carved in stone... they are forged in storms, in blood, and in choices no child should ever face." The tale begins on the night the skies themselves broke open, when a celestial-dark storm bled light and shadow over the Solarium Bastion. In its wake, the Order of Luminar discovered an infant wrapped in silver cloth... and a newborn dire wolf pup curled against him, refusing to be moved. That child was Divuad. That wolf was Freya. And destiny had already bound them tighter than soulsteel. Raised within the sacred halls of the Order, young Divuad trains, struggles, and rises through the ranks as strange powers awaken beneath his skin-powers even the Elders whisper about behind closed doors. Freya, once a small silver pup, grows into a fierce guardian, sensing every flicker of the ancient force that stirs within her bonded companion. As shadows creep across Aurelion Crestfall, Divuad faces the horrors no Initiate should ever confront: Lower Abyssal entities stalk the wilds, secrets buried beneath the Solarium itself, and the prophecy that hints he may be the final thread between salvation and oblivion. With Freya at his side, fury, and loyalty incarnate, the boy steps onto a path far larger than his years. This is not merely the story of how a hero is born. It is the story of how the last of an ancient lineage begins to awaken. If you dare follow his footsteps... then open the pages. The storm is only beginning. - Odric Shadowrend Ranger. Chronicler. Watcher of the Riftborne's rise.

the heart of Herion, a young king sits on a throne built of blood and ambition. Varyn Thorne is cunning, merciless, and only eighteen-but he craves power as if he's lived a hundred years. Every shadow hides a threat, every whisper could be betrayal, and every choice can ignite war.

In the crumbling Kingdom of Hyfelt, on the edge of total collapse, nobles sharpen their knives for a bloody succession war while monsters tear through the land and other races await to enslave and cleanse what's left. Then came "Vincent" a history-obsessed tabletop wargamer who somehow woke up as Baron "Victor", lord of a northern backwater town of Vindia. With nothing but his brain full of mankind's past and wargaming tactics, can this random modern guy pull a dying kingdom back from the brink and stop whatever races from turning humans into footnote in history book, or does he just become another idiot who thought he was special, only to get erased from history like everyone else?

"From the weathered hills she called a name he did not recognize. It was a waning cry, pleading action." The Plague of Dorchas is a child of war, devoid of identity and meaning. But all children are born of a Mother and as The Plague trudges down a vicious path he hears faint whisperings. The Land of his birth calls to him in a foreign tongue, can he discern her tune? After years of senseless violence Rowan is faced with a man who asks him of his purpose. As he fights amongst the General's ranks in a war against conquest he searches for meaning in a sea of emptiness. Please Note: This story is a draft so apologies for lack of refinement or any mistakes. If you stumble upon this and happen to enjoy it please do let me know. I plan to publish as I write so any feedback is extremely appreciated :)

The void was a common scene. It was the dream state one would enter when they die. An endless plane where cries echo in the darkness and the sky was a sea of yellow eyes. They peer down, watching the motionless body. It was a sight that Lillemor had grown used to. As she traveled with her family across the planes, her orders by the father grew more dangerous. Feyador was not her home, but it was familiar. Her father had lead them to this land, and now they move from town to town in search of text from her ancestors. Iver did not like the eyes. He prefer not to see the death. The bodies that piled. As a mage to the royal family, he was ordered to follow the king's son on a new expedition. Iver desired to study. He was sent to find a means of the origin of the void. Those who study the void hope the answer to breaking the curse lies within the origin. With this, Iver left with the orders to finding this answer. Unaware of their similar goals, Iver and Lillemor continue to cross paths.

A Poppy Playtime Alternate Universe with the smiling critters as the main protags! There will be spoilers for all PPT chapters, so read at your own discretion!

Even though he's a fearsome dragonrider, Aemond remains inexperienced in matters of the heart. One night, a stranger knocks on his door. She's wounded. By morning, she has vanished... leaving behind a ring. Can he trust her? Because what she came for... could destroy everything. A slow-burn fiction exploring Aemond's inner world and first romantic bond.

Those are legends I have been writing as part of the world-building of a larger story. Most of those will have regional variations, and are unlikely to be found whole as they are here on the final story. Rather, their importance will be found on the impact they had on the world they are from, on the impression they made through generations and on the memories carried. For those reasons, your opinion will be most helpful, and truly appreciated.

Dark days have dawned upon the Realm of Tamuran. This darkness first swallowed the Kingdom of Jivan. The demons, the new masters of the world, are primitive, ruthless, and devoid of morality. Many human kingdoms now wait in silence for the demonic invasion to reach their own gates. ​Of course, not everyone awaits this dark future with cowardice. A powerful will is rising amidst these impossibilities. ​This is not merely a story of war; it is a tale of cultures, morality, corruption, and the truth.

Under candlelit halls and blood-stained battlefields, a princess and her knight stand on opposite sides of destiny. He is her shield. She is his weakness. In a world where crowns demand obedience and loyalty is measured in blood, how far can love go before it becomes betrayal?

A princess and a soldier share a silent love that time cannot break. Fate tears them apart, but a diary, a century of waiting, and a second chance might finally bring them together...

A boy no one called a leader. A night that changed everything. Two black blades, and a lonely path into the heart of war. Christian, the eighth child, was always a shadow in the Great Hall. Deemed weak and insignificant, he lived on the fringes of a legendary family. But when fate tests him in the darkness of the forest, he is reborn through blood and ancient steel. In a world of ruthless kings and rising empires, Christian must decide: will he be the savior of a kingdom that never loved him, or the architect of its destruction? A dark medieval tale of war, betrayal, and the legend of the boy who walked alone.

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.

In the City of Vanstone, survival is a privilege - not a right. At sixteen, every citizen's life changes. Your name is added to the Conscription Ledger, and from that moment, your clock starts ticking. The only way to escape that fate is to survive the Trials. Brutal. Public. Glorified. Win, and you earn a place within the Garrison - trained, fed, sheltered from the front lines. Lose and you might not return at all. For years, Sable has prepared for this moment. Training classes. Hunger. Discipline. But beneath the spectacle of the Trials lies something far darker. Because in Vanstone, the greatest danger isn't the arena.

In the kingdom of Manyakhet, she is fearless-a warrior princess with fire in her heart and gold in her soul. Varshini has never known fear... until she meets Prithviraj, the kingdom's undefeated senapati. Tall, ruthless, and merciless on the battlefield, he is a man of honor and duty, forbidden to desire her. But when hearts defy loyalty, love becomes forbidden, desire becomes dangerous, and sacrifice becomes inevitable. A tale of courage, forbidden love, and heartbreak-a princess who burned too bright and a warrior who could never have her.