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Three ancient dragons. One vote. The egg cracked anyway. Deep inside Silverpike Mountain, the stones have a pulse. Two thousand miles away, a one-eyed dragon lifts his wing for the first time in millennia-not to fly, but to send a signal through the planet's bones. Two other dragons answer. One refuses. But beneath seven layers of basalt, something none of them voted for is waking up. An egg with no wings. A color no stone has ever seen. A third crack that makes the silence smile. They came for one throat. They found something worse.

After the battle with all for one Victor creed fall into a comma his body succuming to the carbonium radiation poising while but still clinging to life. While his body slumbered his soul didn't. As the universe wasn't Finnish with him. Reborn into the body of Martyn snow the bastard older brother of Richard stark and son of Edwyle Stark Izuku/Victor and now Martyn needs to rely on his intellect, skill, knowledge to navigate the dangerous terrain that is known to the people as Westeroes. Join the tell of the Bloodstark, who does not take orders nor commands from anyone and anything as certain tree man beyond the wall soon comes to realize after he took the most dangerous, volitale, violent Soul in the entire multiverse

So apparently, the Shadow World has rules. That's cute. I'm Ayme Espinoza. Daughter of Poseidon. No angel blood. No heavenly permission slip. No interest in kneeling for a system that wasn't built for me in the first place. And yet their runes burn brighter on my skin than they do on theirs. Demons fall faster when I'm in the room. Magic shifts differently around me. Like it knows what I am. They don't like that. Selene's my cousin. She didn't grow up in the demigod world. She grew up somewhere else - in stone castles and whispered spells and a war most people pretend didn't happen. Now she stands in two worlds at once. The one of gods... and the one of wands. She doesn't have angel blood either. What runs through her veins is older than their angels. Older than their laws. Quiet. Cold. Powerful in a way that doesn't need to shout. She's still learning this world. I'm teaching her how to survive it. Then a hunt goes wrong. Something ancient surfaces - something that doesn't bow to runes or angelic hierarchy. And it doesn't react to them. It reacts to us. Now the watching has started. The measuring. The quiet attempts to decide what we're worth. Here's the thing. You can build walls. You can write laws. You can carve symbols into your skin and call it order. But the sea doesn't kneel. And neither do I. ⚠️ I do not claim ownership over any canon characters, settings, or source material referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators. Ayme Espinoza, Selene Lestrange, and original storyline elements are my original creations. ⚠️

The Temple at Uppsala has closed and with it the last major site of worship for the old Germanic gods. Having suffered repeated defeat at the hands of Christ and having been forced to retreat time and time again over the centuries, this comes as little more than a finishing blow. This is the story of their reaction to their receiving it.

"the gods be damned..." he chuckled to himself, his smile stretched thin. "i cannot believe my own eyes... Helheim not want you, Revna Skyegren?" she tried to grin against the sun, despite it all. how she was alive, she had no idea. no one did. +++ I do not own any of characters from the Vinland Saga series. I do not own any of the images/gifs attached in this story. The only character I own is the main character - Revna Skyegren. She is my OC. I hope you enjoy! :)

The Old Gods... Said to be the most powerful and the most secretive bosses in the DMMORPG of YGGDRASIL and only a select few players can actually defeat just one and even then, to actually defeat all of them is an achievement in itself... And one unlucky soul, a developer of YGGDRASIL, suddenly found himself in one of the body of these Old Gods and also, found himself in the anime he had known that involved being edgy and dark without much depth to it.... Well, at least it's better than getting too many complaints and death threats from people who accused him of ending the game without their consent... Oh wait... He actually did... Great... Inspired by 'Akame Ga kill: Return of Red Dragon emperor' by 'animemaster212'... CrossPosted to my FanFiction.Net account, TheEschaton...

She was running. The forest around her seemed to reach out and shove her forward. The pine needles made the ground slick and her ankle twisted painfully beneath her as she cleared a tangle of roots. The slap of her feet on the ground was the only evidence she was making any progress- everything here looked the same. She could have been getting closer to the safety of her home, or she might have been heading deeper into the woods. A snarl sounded behind her and if it was possible, she would have run faster. As it was, she already felt like she was on the verge of collapse. Pain shot through her whole leg as she ran and ran, and the slavering growls grew closer and closer behind her. Soon enough, she would have to stop and be devoured. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Nara Swann's mother is mauled to death by a wildcat, she takes up her estranged father's offer to come live with him in rural Georgia. Moving across the country was hard, but discovering that monsters are real and that her father hunts them is even harder. Her new home is teeming with supernatural creatures, from an eccentric coven of witches to an aristocratic family of vampires. When both human and supernatural members of the town alike begin disappearing and turning up dead, the truce which keeps the peace between the different communities is threatened. Nara finds herself thrown into a magical murder investigation and with the town teetering on the verge of a supernatural civil war, she will do everything it takes to protect her new home.

Deep, deep does the hunter sleep that any man can kick and creep, Or the devil plunge or the reaper reap, undisturbed in his ceaseless sleep.

A man cured by the Gods with no name, and no family fated too wander forever more the only name he'll respond too "Judas" |the traitor| In this book there will be no happy ending it will be the truth and only the truth his tale from start to finish as he purses too figure out why he was cursed which old god has cursed him.while he ventures too rediscover who he is,what he is he'll be tempted by the sins and temptations of the world too lead him astray from his journey, will he ever figure out who he once was or will he be blinded with the ways of the world Read more too find out!

Her magic is forbidden. Her destiny is unstoppable. In a borderland village forgotten by kings and gods alike, Seraphyne survives by keeping her head down and her strange magic buried. She is a roof-mender, a wood-hauler, a girl who does not ask questions-until a Sanctum Inquisitor arrives with a purity orb and a death sentence. When her power shatters sacred stone and exposes her as a hybrid convergence, Seraphyne is forced to flee the only home she has ever known. Hunted by the Sanctum and claimed by forces far older than holy law, she is pulled into a world of dragon-bound princes, exiled mages, and watching gods. As war stirs and forbidden bonds awaken, Seraphyne must learn to control the fire inside her-or become the weapon the world is determined to forge. Because some magic was never meant to be pure. ✨ Author's Note ✨ Welcome to Bound by Fate and Fire, Book One of Threads of Fate and Flame. This is a high-fantasy romantasy with slow-burn romance, morally gray characters, dragons, forbidden magic, and heavy worldbuilding. Chapters are long and detailed. Reader discretion advised for mature themes later in the series. Thank you for being here. 🖤🔥

In today's society, people are on their phones, laptops, tablets etc. Fueling the new gods, leaving the old gods in the dust. The new gods just want to eliminate the competition before religion starts to get muddled up. They just want to become the only gods. Yet, The old gods are fighting back.

Well, it's over. Confronting Sapnap-who's pretty pissed about Quackity never being around anymore-and Karl-whose memory is fading-about Kinoko Kingdom while covered in blood from torturing Dream definitely wasn't a good idea. Quackity blames everyone, including himself. Love, or at least what he thought was love, had blinded him, and Dream can read people like a book. In other words, his marital troubles gave that green fuck the perfect tinder to start a bonfire. He's so drunk that he can barely move when Phil finds him in the ashes of El Rapids with the rings in his pocket, waiting for the end. He's sick of this shit. Sick of making the same mistake over and over. Sick of living. But the universe isn't done with Quackity yet. Strange things start to happen to him after the shitshow that was the Red Banquet, and the seas are... well, angry. You have untapped potential, sugar pumpkin, Glatt tells him. Your bloodline gives you the power to bring entire nations to their knees. Use it. --- Or, Quackity's been blind for a long time, and in more ways than one. But now that he's finally pulled the wool off his eyes? Part of him is starting to wish he didn't. (content warning for themes of suicide, alcohol/drug abuse & addiction, body horror, and implied sexual content because Jesus Christ the tagging on wattpad is awful)

Jim Napier is a retired naval officer who plans a fishing trip to Platoon Lake with his grandson Reece, an amateur paranormal investigator. After encountering strange events on the way there, Reece begins to research the area and finds that hundreds have gone missing in and around the lake, with the locals attributing the missing cases to the Q'thahkal. Jim is skeptical about the urban legend and decides to continue on with the trip, despite Reece's objections. This decision will soon prove to be a deadly one, as the beast of ancient times reveals itself.

Three rivers shape the land. They have always done so. Wars rise and fall, kings change, fortresses burn. But water remembers everything. When the rivers grow silent and the current slows, someone must listen. Someone must stand between the past and what is yet to come. This is a story about land forged by water, about blood spilled on its banks, and about a Keeper who hears what time itself tries to forget.

A boy of uncharted powers being hunted by Royal guards and bounty hunters and going through a ton of adventures in the process... Read ahead to unravel the story of Edgar

It's been a tough week for Jen. In the last 7 days she has been suspended from school. Dragged to a cottage in the middle of nowhere and thrown back in time. Now she must find the strength within herself to change the past if she's ever going to see her home again. (very first draft)

// CURRENTLY IN THE SLOW PROCESS OF BEING EDITED // ❝there's a fire in her veins, and blood staining her fists. But her mind is wrapped in chains, and sometimes she forgets she exists.❞ ♛ she tastes like heartache. he looks like war. ♛

𑇛 　ֹ　﹙open﹚　ׅ 　𝆬　 📼 ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 & 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝.❞ ➥ in which the gods have fallen from grace. they are forgotten and their own creations want them down , while their old enemies return for vengeance. ഒ 🏹 ׂ⁠ 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 @-emkayy 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 ! ° ♪ ⠀⠀ֹ

"I ruined her." | slow updates | first draft

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