Politicalfantasy Stories

The Virel existed long before humans built cities or named the sky. They were not myths. Not legends. Just older. Stronger. Born with power running through their veins like a second pulse. Among them stands Arya Ashen. She does not bend easily. She was trained to endure pressure without breaking, to hold her ground when others fall. She is not loud power. She is contained power. But not all power is meant to be contained. Some strength does not come from discipline. It comes from letting go. Many fear it. Many want it. Some are willing to bleed for it. At the masquerade, beneath gold chandeliers and masked smiles, blood stains the stone, and someone stops her before she can move. It is not something you wield. It does not obey. It does not belong to the careful. It chooses. And when it does, something always breaks sometimes the one who thought they were unbreakable.

Edward never meant to belong in Camelot. Magic exists here-but it is controlled. Freedom exists-but only by permission. Bound by a ring and watched by the Crown, Edward learns that survival is quieter than rebellion. Some bonds are forged without words. Some powers should never be used. And some choices, once made, cannot be undone. Update schedule: Monday & Thursdays at 2 PM (GMT)

She was born a witch but magic never answered her. When her mother trades her future for political gain, Xylia refuses to become a pawn and flees in search of answers about the power that never awakened within her. But freedom is short-lived. A curse older than kingdoms binds her to Xanderis - a prince she considers an enemy. The spell is merciless. Enemies forced into proximity, they must work together to unravel the answers they both ask for. But the closer they get to freedom, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Rhona was raised to believe she stood on the right side of history. Daughter of a president. Heir to power. Trained to obey a truth that left no room for doubt. Until she meets the people she was taught to hate. When secrets surface and loyalties fracture, Rhona must choose between the world that shaped her and the world that needs her. To protect the Golden Forest, she must betray her blood. To save herself, she must unlearn everything she was taught. Golden Forest: Against What She Was Taught is a political fantasy about identity, moral rebellion, and the cost of choosing what is right over what is familiar. Also publish on Royal Road under the same Author.

They're burning villages. They erased them from the map. They thought no one would notice. In Solara, women rule, magic shapes destiny, and marriage is currency. Aven was born to inherit power, but she wants something else. She wants to fight. When she leaves home to become an adventurer, she expects monsters and glory in the shining capital of Solara. Instead, she finds burned villages that no longer exist on official maps... and a conspiracy that reaches deeper than anyone dares to admit. With a scarred working-class husband, a poison-wielding orphan, and a reluctant healer at her side, Aven steps into a world where power is political, monsters are the least of her problems, and enemies hide in silk instead of shadows. The capital is glowing. But something underneath it is rotting. Update schedule: Two chapters every Thursday at noon Central US time! :) There are 40 chapters in total, including the prologue. I want a consistent schedule, but I also want to release the chapters quickly.

To claim the crown, she must survive the trials. To survive the court, she must risk her heart. Stolen from the sea and raised among fae and pirates, Princess Ariel never belonged to either world. Now returned to the underwater kingdom of Oceania, she's called to prove herself worthy of a legacy she never asked for-through a series of deadly magical trials that will decide the future of the realm. But the sea is filled with more than prophecy. Jealous sisters, hidden enemies, and political games threaten her at every turn. To succeed, Ariel must endure harsh training, unravel secrets of the past, and learn who to trust in a court built on lies. And when General Andrew-a human envoy from her former home-is welcomed as a guest, their forbidden connection threatens to ignite a war of hearts. The Siren Crown demands strength. But claiming it could cost Ariel everything-her freedom, her kingdom, and the one she loves.🐚💙 ⚠️Major Disclaimer⚠️ You MUST read The Kingdom of Phaedora in order to understand the storyline.

Of Bronze, Blood, and Sapphire Book I: Bronze and Sapphire 🐉 Alysanne Targaryen Royce, daughter of Daemon and witness to her mother's murder, claims the Bronze Fury and enters a deadly game of thrones-where her greatest weapon against her father's ambitions may be the obsessive love of Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed prince who would burn the world for her. In a canon-divergent retelling of the Dance of the Dragons, Daemon's forgotten firstborn daughter emerges as a wild card in the succession crisis. Bonded to Vermithor and gifted with the ancient warging abilities of the First Men, Lady Alysanne Royce is courted by both Blacks and Greens-but she has her own designs for the Iron Throne, and they center on the dangerous prince who has been obsessed with her since childhood.

From a war hero turned convict comes the Crown's deadliest weapon. From a healer who lives by not having attachments. When Mira Voss starts to see her patients' problems, it changes when a captive Greylan Ashvorne is delivered to her, his body being torn apart by a power destroying him from within. He is officially a convicted traitor, but the truth lies beneath his injuries. The more she has to fight to keep him alive, the more she finds distance to be more perilous. The Crown sees what is happening, but she and he live in a system made for them, and both have to make sacrifices to preserve their humanity.

Lyriana has spent her life perfecting that control. Her voice shapes light into flawless illusions for the noble houses of Miravel, the radiant city where beauty is carefully crafted and every performance must be perfect. Every movement is trained. Every breath measured. Because performers who fail do not remain performers for long. When a single weave slips during a performance, it draws the attention of the city's most dangerous observers-the Inquisition. Now Lyriana is being watched. Measured. Tested. The more tightly they try to contain her power, the more it begins to change... answering her voice in ways no one expected. And one of the men assigned to observe her seems far more interested in what her magic could become than what it should be. In a city built on obedience, secrets, and carefully controlled power, Lyriana is about to discover something far more dangerous than failure- magic that refuses to stay small. Updates weekly.

Winter was never meant to be quiet. In a world ruled by seasons, Kera Nivara survives where others shine. Born to the Winter House, she is taught endurance, silence, and restraint-until war forces her into the open. As borders burn and alliances fracture, Kera is pulled into battles of power, politics, and perception. With Summer warriors, ambitious friends, and fractured families around her, she must decide who she is when survival is no longer enough. A slow-burn fantasy of war, balance, and becoming.

"My parents died in his hands, he'll be dying by my hands." ××× Elvira Rosetta Blodwyn, a fallen princess, witnessed her parent's tragic death at a young age. Aimless, she was found by the Marquess of Castemont, who is a close friend of her father. She grew up dispising the Imperial Family, the perpetrators. As she navigates the world of secrets and politics, she meets a strange individual who calls himself Xel. Seemingly wanting something from her, yet he took none of hers. Wanting nothing but justice, she walks the path of vengeance. She threads each step with caution, but eyes shut close. The cruel and vicious palace continues to endanger her movements. The tainted curtains of the Imperial Family projects the dirt her blood runs. Uncovering secrets is something she wishes to do. However, she will wish she had not. ××× A petal falling out of the bunch. Whether the wind blows or not, it will follow the fate's hunch. And THE FALLEN PETAL will be the crown's lunch. The Blossom's Scent Trilogy #1 (Book Cover Illustration by @A5_traea)

The empire calls it peace. Julio calls it a lie. Raised among ashes, he swore revenge against the crown that destroyed his family - never expecting to stand before the princess who would change everything. Mariona has lived her entire life protecting an empire she believes in... until one prisoner refuses to fear her. As rebellion rises and buried truths begin to surface, enemies are forced into uneasy alliance - and loyalty becomes more dangerous than betrayal. In a world where crowns are built on secrets, loving the wrong person may cost them everything.

Where dawn forgets to fully rise, and truth is veiled in quiet lies, where ink-stained glass lets secrets through, and every shadow hides a clue- There breathes a land of hushed decay, of kingdoms lost... yet not astray, seventeen named, yet one denied, a silent truth the world defied. In halls where maps and mysteries sleep, where watchers watch and secrets keep, a girl steps in, with steady grace, but questions burning in her pace. Kasvyn- not carved by fate, nor crowned by fire, but pulled by something dark... yet higher, a mind that sees, a heart that knows, there's more beneath what history shows. A letter inked in warning's thread, of paths where even truth has bled, a masquerade of masked deceit, where danger dances, soft and sweet. A girl in silk with ribbons tied, yet blades and shadows at her side, a smile that glows, a mind that schemes, not everything is what it seems. A name once trusted, now unclear, a voice once close... now edged with fear, for not all bonds are meant to stay, and some will slowly fade away. This is no tale of magic bright, but of quiet minds that choose to fight, of truths erased, yet never gone, of nights that stretch beyond the dawn. So step within-but do not trust the calm, the charm, the silver dust, for once you read... and once you see- You won't ask what was hidden... you'll ask who was hiding it from me

The knife kissed his throat-cold and very precise. ❝Don't move,❞ Morgana's voice said behind him. ❝Not a muscle.❞ Sage froze. He felt her breath at his nape, warm against the blade's promise.She knew exactly where to place a blade. ❝How did you get out of your room?❞ he asked calmly. ❝Step forward.❞ He obeyed. She guided him through the narrow corridor, backing him against stone, trapping him there. The knife pressed closer now-close enough to hurt. ❝Drop your sword.❞ It hit the floor. ❝You're going to get me out,❞ she said. ❝Out of your reach. I don't care where you send me-as long as I never have to see Procris Saxon again.❞ Sage smiled faintly. ❝And why would I do that?❞ The blade bit, just barely. ❝Because if you don't,❞ she said, ❝I finish what I started.❞ Silence coiled between them. Then Sage moved. In a breath, the knife was his. Her back met stone. His forearm blocked her escape, the blade resting beneath her jaw. ❝You bastard,❞ she hissed. ❝Careful,❞ Sage said softly. ❝Any movement, and this becomes... unfortunate.❞ Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the knife. He felt it. She knew he did. ❝Do it,❞she said. ❝You've wanted to since the day we met.❞ Sage leaned closer,Their eyes locked. ❝Tell me,❞.he said slowly , dangerously,.❝why I shouldn't.❞ *** Power is never inherited cleanly. It is taken-by fire, by blood, by betrayal. Sage Saxon, High Marshal of Wein, is the Queen's most loyal weapon-and her most dangerous liability. What he does not have is freedom.And Morgana Hawthorne is nothing but a pawn to get that freedom -THE CROWN.Or at least that's what Sage thought. Morgana of Bellorophen wants none of this. But when survival demands a contract sealed in vows,she has no option but to marry the man she vowed to kill. Their marriage was designed to end. strategic , temporary, and controlled. Love, unfortunately, does not follow design.

The Crown They Hid From Me Power in Eldoria is not inherited, it is controlled. Aera was trained to obey, taught to survive, and never told the truth. While a hidden network decides who rises and who falls, she begins to sense that her role in the world is far greater than anyone intended her to know. Secrets whisper through the shadows, alliances fracture, and a rebellion quietly takes shape. As the grip of the Architect tightens and old mentors reveal dangerous loyalties, Aera is forced to question everything: her past, her training, and the crown that was deliberately kept from her reach. This is a story of hidden power, calculated rebellion, and the cost of choice in a world where control is mistaken for order and silence can be as deadly as war.

In the ancient world of Calradia, kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of a single name-Yuti, the first and only bearer of the soul bound to the legendary blade. His conquest birthed the RAGNARÖK era: an age of fire, blood, and unstoppable power. His rage erased nations. His death shattered the world. For a thousand years, the blade remained sealed in stone, whispering the remnants of his fractured spirit. Until now. In the year 2620-an age where drones watch the skies but warriors still fight with steel-a girl named Teya accidentally awakens the ancient sword. When she pulls it free, the world fractures again. The spirit inside the blade speaks. It remembers everything. It remembers her bloodline. Hunted by cults, armies, and political factions, Teya is forced into a war she never chose. The sword offers power-but at a price. She must survive the legacy of Yuti, confront the darkness in her own blood, and decide whether she will repeat the sins of the past... or build the first true peace Calradia has ever known. A story of destiny, vengeance, myth, and rebirth. The past is not dead-it's waiting to be wielded.

In the intricate gears of a steampunk fantasy world, Detective Inspective Goodwin Pennyarm is thrust into a web of political intrigue and betrayal when a Council minister is found dead. With an impending election hanging in the balance, Pennyarm must unravel the mysteries that lie beneath the surface, navigating through airships, diverse species, and clandestine alliances. As he pursues the truth, trust becomes a fragile commodity in a city fueled by steam and shadowy secrets. Will Pennyarm untangle the threads of deception before the clockwork of conspiracy ticks its final hour?

In a realm where magic is shaped by will and vows, Cade Valerius defies councils and chains to keep people alive. With Brann's shield at his side and Lysa's ink and wards behind him, he navigates a war where politics cut deeper than steel and faith is weaponized by those who fear him. As chaos spreads and empires maneuver, Cade's scripture-bound power becomes both salvation - and a threat to the order that claims to rule the world.

In the valley of Hearthmere, banners once burned. What followed was not legend - but consequence. When Prince-Regent Caedran's empire tightens its grip and a rising Covenant promises freedom through blood, Hearthmere becomes contested ground. Between empire and rebellion stands Tarin - miller's son, reluctant soldier, and witness to the moment patience turns into treason. Lady Elowen balances diplomacy against survival. Lysa demands loyalty not to banners, but to land. The Regent looks east - and finds resistance. This is not a tale of chosen ones or ancient magic. It is a chronicle of levy, war, endurance, and the quiet cost of conviction. In Hearthmere, history is not written by kings. It is survived. (Contains battle scenes, political conflict, execution aftermath, and wartime themes.)

She can regain what her father gave up, but it'll cost all she has to get it... Geddis Feyim is tired of others complaining because they have all she ever wanted. Her father and elder sister serve as prophets for the king, their father's half-brother, but that doesn't help the rest of the family. Her mother's dead, her brother's insane, and she's working herself sick to keep her uncle's castle clean despite other servants' incompetence. Something has to change. She can't become nobility or earn a title, but she's a reasonably educated young woman, with Finding magic and blood ties to a few of the more powerful realms in the area. She has options. More than she wants to consider. Whatever she chooses, it'll shape the rest of her life. -------- Features someone who qualifies as an "other woman".