Истории Morally-grey

Power is easiest to understand when it is inherited. Harder when it is exercised. Hardest when it touches desire. This is a story about a prince raised to rule, and a soldier trained to obey. About silence mistaken for consent, and order mistaken for morality. About how wanting something does not make it right- and how restraint does not always mean innocence. Set in a kingdom where appearances are maintained at all costs, this story is less interested in what is allowed publicly than in what survives privately. It is not a romance in the traditional sense. It is a study of power, shame, and the slow, uneasy education of the self. Authorship: Concept by the author, execution co-written.

After a foggy reincarnation, our protagonist is put in the body of a spider monster in an RPG-like fantasy world. Upon awakening, she must witness the death of her only family in this world, who gives her a new name and all the knowledge she could need to survive. Watch as she lives through battles between warring kingdoms and even religions and uses those opportunities to come on top and crush everyone under her eight legs. (This is a WIP story that I am constantly revising and working on so feedback on anything is welcome, from there I can make the necessary edits to improve the story. What I do know: the main character is pretty ruthless and is definitely not a hero or a villain. She's just trying to survive in a world that rewards ruthlessness while also trying to have some fun.)

Ophrea , Lady of Dreams, returns to her kingdom after years of imprisonment to join the rebellion again High King Rahu's autocracy.

Jasmine knows what rejection sounds like. After five years of being told her voice isn't right, her face isn't right, her heritage isn't right, she's made peace with life behind the glass, producing music instead of performing it-until Eric Tanner walks into her studio. The Grammy-winning rock star is demanding, guarded, and sees something in Jasmine she stopped believing in. He pushes her, and reignites her dying dream of becoming a singer. As she progresses professionally, she finds herself wanting the one thing she can't have: Eric. Twelve years older, and technically still married. The connection is undeniable, and the cost is higher than either of them can afford.

A Christmas one shot from the point of view of a Siren, merry Christmas everyone.

What's it like in your dreams of black and white? What did you experience that makes you fall off your bed every morning? Why is there always strange relics in our dorm? It's truly quite annoying as your roommate having to hear a ruckus every day....and stop giving me that disdainful look! Its giving me the creeps!!! :0 On the phone with the Resident Advisor: "Please reassign me a different dorm!" RA: "Reason?" Gulps...Glances at the weirdo roommate, who is currently attempting to create a replica of an artwork using paper clips and dryer lint. "Disruptive behavior ....." RA: "What kind?" "Snoring." The advisor in the end of the line, "...." (Art not mines; credits to og artist)

Harold Finch built a Machine to watch everything. He never planned for what came after. London, 2021. The third national lockdown has emptied the streets and normalised surveillance in ways no government could have achieved in ordinary times. Into this city comes Sameen Shaw, sent by Finch on a number that looks like a protection job and turns out to be something considerably larger. Person of Interest: London is a continuation of the original series, set in the moral and institutional wreckage of a country that traded civil liberties for safety and is still waiting for the return. It asks the question the original show never quite got to: what happens when the Machine finds someone building the other half of itself?

Cassius alone stands between the realm of Evlontus and complete destruction in this riveting tale of swords, magic, and deception that rewrites the classic theme of good versus evil. Imprisoned within Cassius' soul lives a terrifying dark force threatening to destroy all existence. As his control over it weakens, it is up to his brother, King Magnus, along with his deceitful machinations, to repress and vanquish the evil entity and restore balance to the realm. Total annihilation looms over Evlontus, and the brothers' efforts begin to unravel due to the interference of two soldiers, Japheth and Ellendarra. When the truth is finally revealed, destiny takes them down an unexpected path towards the ultimate battle between good and evil.

They called him a fool. That was an understatement. Immortal, unbound, and far beyond sanity, Wryath exists in the space where reason breaks and gods begin to lie. What looks like madness is calculation. What sounds like nonsense is survival. And what the world mocks as foolishness is the only mind sharp enough to see the truth. Quiet. Dark. Unsettling. The Fool: Understatement is a psychological fantasy where the most dangerous thing alive is not a god - but a man who no longer needs to make sense. Dropped into confusion. I am a 14 year old writer so sometimes thing might be weekly school is ...

Carmel is a thief from a post-apocalyptic world destroyed by Global Warming. What begins as a simple suicide-mission turns into something much graver as Carmel, along with sweet Adrian and sarcastic Raphael, find truths that threaten to crumble the very foundation of their society. You're in the right place if you're looking for romance, plot twists, morally-grey characters, and impossible situations. So buckle your seatbelts, because you're in for one hell of a ride.

Azrael has always had a reputation for being on the wrong side of history, and when they and many other Cerelians are forced to flee their home country due to a plague, they notice pieces of their past seem to be following them even as they settle down. As catastrophes and inexplicable events begin to threaten the lives of them and everyone around them, Azrael decides they need to figure out what's happening before it's too late...

Thrand grew up by the forest of Evernight- he played there, hunted there, and hid there throughout his child hood. but when he comes across a dying warrior, he is entrusted with a sword with the power to bring peace to the land- or tear it a part.

In a kingdom ruled by silence and blood, Lysander Veyne enforces law with a cursed relic buried in his soul-and a past he refuses to name. He is order's blade, sharpened by sacrifice. Seliora Thorne sees the threads of fate... and burns them. Once a seer bound to the Empire, now a rebel cloaked in shadows, she carries a prophecy she swore never to speak: one that ends with his death-and her hand delivering it. As old gods stir and relics awaken, desire tangles with ruin. And in the heart of a collapsing world, they must choose: Become monsters. Or fall together.

Don't get frostbitten while reading this dark, gripping, passionate retelling of Snow White. Icelyn, the princess of the Winter Realm, is being used as a tether to unite the Winter and Summer Realms in an upcoming war. As a woman, she is seen as nothing more than chattel instead of the strong warrior she truly is. She longs to prove her worth to her father and people, but how do you accomplish that if never given a chance? When Icelyn's powers continue to strengthen, her evil stepmother decides that marrying her off may not be enough to rid the thorn in her side and takes a more drastic approach. For Icelyn, there is danger around every corner; even the mirrors have ears. To complicate matters, Icelyn learns that she is the fated mate of the King of the Night Realm, a wicked and unseelie fae that will do anything to claim what is rightfully his... When he comes to collect her, her entire world is turned upside down. Her fate was questionable in the Winter Realm, but how will she ever survive in a court of nightmares and ruin? *** She was mine, and it was about time they learned that. I have sat by idly for years, knowing she belonged to me, and yet, I did nothing about it. I did not want a mate, they were a weakness I could not afford, but now they were trying to join her with another, and there was no way I would allow that. "Ready or not, my little snowflake, here I come."