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"Bring forth the criminal!" The executioner's voice rings across the square. A beautiful woman is escorted gently toward the execution platform. None of the guards dare lay a hand upon her. She walks willingly, her head held high, her face devoid of fear. The crowd watches in silence. "Before you all stands the King's concubine, Lady Freya, of the House of Ghilru, servant of Lotus." Freya ascends the platform. She wears a black dress of her own choosing, its dark fabric flowing behind her like mourning made visible. She gathers its hem in her hands as she steps onto the wooden platform, her expression remaining composed. She scans the crowd. Then her eyes settle upon the King. Xillian sits upon his elevated seat, entirely at ease. He takes a slow bite from a red fruit in his hand. The fading light of the evening catches the gold and silver rings adorning his fingers. Freya's gaze hardens. There is no fear in it. Only contempt. The two guards beside her gently urge her toward the executioner's block. "She has been convicted of infidelity against His Royal Majesty and insubordination against the throne. By decree of the King, she is to be executed at once by beheading!" The proclamation echoes across Kortez. A death sentence pronounced before her lover, Kazamogan Yarmine. In the historical world of Almult Wielders and Warheads, where power is drawn like a sword and every alliance comes at a price, the greatest battles are not always fought with steel.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚. 𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑽𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑨 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑨 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Api selalu mengambil sesuatu. Nerin bertahan hidup di Sable Ward dengan satu aturan: jangan pernah menjadi seseorang yang layak diperhatikan. Aturan itu berakhir ketika Cinderwake, sihir terlarang yang seharusnya telah musnah bersama bangsa Cinerai bangkit dalam darahnya di depan para Saltglass Wardens. Kekaisaran Edravane kini menginginkannya hidup-hidup. Satu-satunya orang yang mungkin dapat menyelamatkannya adalah Ilyra Venn, arsiparis muda yang mengetahui terlalu banyak tentang masa lalunya termasuk alasan Nerin tidak dapat mengingat nama yang diberikan kepadanya saat lahir. Sementara pewaris takhta Sevren Caul membangun Crown Bind, sebuah sistem yang mampu mengubah sumpah menjadi kepatuhan mutlak, Nerin harus menentukan sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya daripada bagaimana menggunakan sihirnya: siapa yang berhak menentukan siapa dirinya.

THE CROWN DIVIDED THE LAST AGE OF KINGS - BOOK I REVISED & FINAL EDITION 👑 The definitive version of Book I. In power, nothing remains whole. ✦ For generations, the Six Stones have chosen their bearers. Ancient relics of unknown origin, they possess powers no kingdom truly understands. They have been passed from one bearer to another, generation after generation, while six chosen men and women have stood together to keep the balance of Averrion. But the balance is beginning to break. ⚔️ Theron has spent years studying the Stones. He believes Averrion is ruled by weakness, divided by a Council that cannot agree and bound by traditions that have outlived their purpose. His solution is simple. One ruler. One crown. One law. 👑 But the other bearers will not surrender their Stones willingly. As old loyalties fracture and the Council turns against itself, powers that were never meant to stand together begin to awaken. And when the Six Stones finally answer one another, Averrion will learn that some things cannot be controlled-even by those who possess the power to rule. Kings will fall. Loyalties will break. The Stones will be scattered. ⚔️ And an age will end. The Last Age of Kings begins here. ✦

Book one of The liberation beacon series. ************** The word 'Freedom' holds different significance for different people. For a seventeen years old Jadenyx, it symbolises power, courage, and love. He wants to live a life on his own terms-going on adventures, wielding Vycelar (a special energy) he loves and following his heart without any regrets. One unfortunate night, he loses this very freedom he cherishes when he is caught in the crossfire of two devils. Without an ounce of sympathy, one devil takes up residence in his body, turning him into a murderer with a target on his back, while the other devil manipulates him into playing his games. In a nation, ruled by four clans, where his existence itself is an anomaly, can Jadenyx wage a war for his freedom? ************ This is a story of Jadenyx and his friends who fight against their enemies to regain control of their lives.

She kept a killer on a leash made of wanting. Queen Saela Thorne binds her court with yielded will. When the orchards start to starve, she names her would-be assassin consort.Prince-Commander Riven Hale came to end her. The magic will not hold on a fake kneel. If he keeps one secret, both kingdoms rot. If he yields all the way, he does not get her throne. He gets to belong to the woman who looked at his violence and said: good. Now put it where I want it. Dark romantasy. Enemies to obsession. Forced consort. Morally grey queen. She stays sovereign. 18+. Explicit. Consent is present. He can stop. He stays. Warnings: explicit sex, power exchange / D/s, denial, ritual claiming, war violence, political coercion, morally grey heroine. All characters 18+

For a hundred years, three kings hoarded the water. For a hundred years, one tribe sang to the sand. Zayla of the Dust Wind has no crown, no army, and no voice of her own. What she has are three ancient masks: the Golden King, the Beggar, and the Red Scream. With them, she can make a king kneel. She can make a crowd weep. She can make the desert listen. When King Harun's war dries the Heartwell, Zayla is forced to wear the masks and fight. But power bought with ghosts comes with a cost. And the more she wears them, the more she disappears. Now the Heartwell is open. The masks are broken. And Zayla must choose: rule with magic, or lead with the one thing the kings fear most- her own voice. THE SAND SONG is an epic fantasy about water, war, and the price of peace.

The lhounds, or lion-hounds, were never intended to be anything more extraordinary than very large, very formidable working animals. The scientists who crossed the great Etabrian hounds with plains lions had merely hoped to produce a more effective protector for the herds. What they produced instead was something much larger, much fiercer, and very much more intelligent than anybody had foreseen. And, it turned out, possessed of other, rather unsettling abilities that the scientists had certainly not intended. When the decision was taken that these inconveniently powerful creatures should be destroyed, the lhounds did not oblige. They escaped into the mountain vastnesses and for many years remained there, feared, half-legendary, and very wisely left alone. But Etabria's uneasy peace is beginning to fracture. Lhounds are being stolen - and dark rumours are spreading of creatures bred or broken into weapons. And far from the centre of power, Queen Eruda begins to fear that the greatest danger to the Kingdoms may not come from beyond their borders, but from within. For Lenard Denarion of the Imperial Lhound Regiment, and Xand, his immensely powerful and enigmatic lhound, the journey begins as an urgent mission across hostile country. It will become something far greater. For if Etabria is to survive what is coming, human and lhound will have to stand together. Not as master and beast, but as minds joined in loyalty, courage, and terrible necessity.

Blood chooses the Alphas. The Moon chooses the mates. But neither can control what comes next. In a world ruled by ancient bloodlines, the Alpha Games decide who will hold power, and who will die trying. Lyra Ashbourne was born into privilege, trained for leadership, and expected to uphold the traditions that have ruled werewolves for centuries. But the arena reveals a truth far more dangerous than any enemy: the system she was raised to protect is built on lies. Kael Thorn is a bitten wolf, considered inferior by the very society he challenges. When fate binds him to Lyra, their forbidden bond threatens everything the Alphas have fought to preserve. Surrounded by deadly trials, political schemes, and betrayals from those closest to them, Lyra and Kael must survive the Games while uncovering a conspiracy that could bring the entire werewolf world to war. A story of survival, rebellion, forbidden love, and the fight to decide whether destiny is something you accept, or something you defy.

A collection of stories that take place in the same universe

THE THIRTEENTH VEIL Book I - The First Fracture In a world shaped by Astra, power decides more than who wins a battle. It decides who rules. Rhovan has never been a warrior, a noble, or anyone the powerful would have reason to notice. He is simply a young man from the forge districts of Khar-Veyr, living beneath the shadow of Veyra's War Houses and trying to build a life of his own. Then he notices something he was never supposed to notice. Something beneath the foundations of his city. Something that does not fit the histories he has been taught. As rival powers clash and Rhovan is drawn beyond the life he knows, he encounters realms where strength, divine authority, freedom, and change each offer a different answer to the same question: Who has the right to hold power? But the farther Rhovan travels, the harder it becomes to ignore the contradictions. Records disagree. Ancient structures appear where none should exist. Magic reacts in ways no one can explain. And Rhovan is beginning to realize that the most dangerous thing in their world may not be what everyone fears. It may be what everyone has forgotten. The Thirteenth Veil: The First Fracture is the beginning of an epic fantasy saga of rival realms, ancient mysteries, political conflict, friendship, magic, and a history that may not be what it seems.

"I love your eyes," he says, his speech a bit slurred by now. "My eyes are a curse. If I didn't need them to see, I would scoop them out with a spoon." "If you were to do that, I would keep them in a jar and look at them every evening." "That's so weird." She has no training, no title, and no business at this table. Just a doomed kingdom behind her and five imperial diplomats in front of her - one of whom won't stop looking at her. Slow-burn political romantasy.

Nyra has never been very good at accepting things simply because she is told to. Neither, it turns out, has King Lucien. He comes from the family District Four still calls usurpers. She comes from the part of the kingdom his family has spent generations failing. They should have nothing in common, and even less reason to trust each other. Unfortunately, neither of them can seem to stay out of the other's path. As Nethrya begins to fracture around them, old loyalties start to unravel and truths buried long before either of them was born threaten to surface. Somewhere beneath the politics, the failing power, and three centuries of rewritten history lies the reason their world was divided in the first place. And whatever happens when Nyra and Lucien uncover it may decide whether Nethrya survives at all. A slow-burn dystopian fantasy filled with forbidden romance, political betrayal, ancient technology, buried history, and two people who were never supposed to find their way back to each other. ✨ Slow-burn ✨ Forbidden romance ✨ He falls first (and harder) ✨ Hidden civilizations & ancient tech ✨ High-stakes political betrayal ✨ Touch her and die

What the Kingdom forgot still stirs. "Sɛ ɔman werɛ fi baabi a ofi a, sika a otu no bɛyɛ mfuturo." (When a people forget where they come from, even the gold they mine turns to dust.) - Akan Proverb Before the throne, there was memory. The kingdom of Ashanti did not rise from conquest alone - it rose from covenant. Its clans carried sacred symbols, living philosophies known as Adinkra. But when Queen Abla Pokou defied the council, the kingdom chose stability over truth. Her name was erased from history. Years later, a boy named Kwaku begins to resist the same power that erased her. In a world where memory can be rewritten, forgetting may be the most powerful weapon of all.

In the shadow-soaked kingdom of Haewon, where the Goryeo court moved through incense and whispered treachery, a crown prince woke to find his father dead and his own name painted in accusation. Kim Ji-Dwi did not run from guilt. He ran because survival was the only throne left to claim. His exile carried him past gilded walls into the outer provinces, where merchants spoke in tongues from across the known world, and no man asked another's history. She had no last name. No allegiance. No mercy in her hands. They called her Nocturne in the trading town of Haedan, a Black woman of impossible beauty and deadlier skill, an assassin whose presence rearranged the air around her. She did not build her life in this foreign land to become anyone's weapon, least of all for a fallen prince who looked at her as if she were both salvation and ruin. He was possessive, unreadable, trained never to show what cost him most. She was deliberate, untouchable, and violently uninterested in being desired. What ignited between them was not romance. It was war in a different dialect, hatred that masqueraded as hunger, proximity that sharpened into blade-edge tension, secrets that accumulated like bodies in a river. Every glance was a duel. Every silence was a threat. Every touch they did not have became its own kind of violence. In a realm where betrayal wore the faces of allies, where duels were fought to first blood and sometimes beyond, where jealousy curdled into madness, and revenge demanded its pound of flesh, two people who swore they wanted nothing from each other discovered that wanting nothing was never the same as feeling nothing. The court wanted him dead. His uncle wanted him erased. And Nocturne, Nocturne wanted only what she had always wanted: to survive on terms that belonged to her. But survival, like love, was a territory that must be defended.

Crown of Silence A Novel by Savannah Selene "In a world divided by stone walls and ancient grudges, his silence could end nations." Lysander Thalor was born cursed-an albino exile with eyes that hold death and forgetting. One green eye summons the voices of the dead. One blue eye erases memory into nothingness. Feared by his militaristic homeland of Thalorion and hunted as a weapon by their rivals, he carries only a scar and the weight of a childhood abandoned. Serenity Cordova, the daughter of a philosopher-innkeeper, burns with the opposite of his shadow: warmth, sunlight, and fearless laughter. Where others recoil, she dares to look at him and see more than a monster. More than a weapon. A boy worth saving. But love in Cordovaea is never private-it is political. Their stolen moments ignite scandal, their bond becomes a battlefield, and the choice between cities becomes a choice between freedom and ruin. As betrayal, trial, and war draw closer, Lysander must decide: will he surrender to the curse the world has written for him, or claim the Crown of Silence as his own? ✨ A sweeping fantasy romance of memory and truth, love and fear, storm and serenity. Copyright Notice © 2026 Savannah Selene. All Rights Reserved. This novel is an original work of fiction by Savannah Selene. All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, translated, adapted, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the copyright holder, except as permitted under applicable copyright law. The characters, locations, cultures, magical systems, dialogue, plot, and all other creative elements contained within this work are the intellectual property of Savannah Selene. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.

The world ended once. Now, humanity survives inside a handful of cities protected by walls no ordinary person can cross. Beyond them is a ruined world shaped by the remnants of an ancient magical war. Inside, everyone knows the rules: The Bound survive. The Unbound don't. Charlize has been Bound since she was eight. For eighteen years, she's lived in the city's elite, trained for the day she'll finally cross beyond the walls. But when she's transferred to another city, she discovers that the rules she's known her entire life are not rules at all. They're only what she's been allowed to believe. And the people waiting for her in City B know far more about magic than they should. Including one man who should not be alive. And one truth about Charlize that could change everything.

A new star has appeared in the night sky. To the Royal Astrologer, it is an omen. To the priests, a message from the heavens. To the people, a mystery. And to the Crown Prince of the Balavic Empire, it is the beginning of a crisis that will change his world forever. As distant cities fall silent and impossible rumors spread across the kingdom, the prince finds himself caught between tradition and an unknown civilization whose power cannot be measured by armies alone. While kingdoms prepare for war, strangers from beyond the sky rebuild what others would conquer, offering hope where there was only fear. Faced with an enemy unlike any in history, the future king must decide whether to defend the world he inherited... or embrace the dawn of a new one. The First Dawn of Raute is a political science fantasy about leadership, diplomacy, and the courage to choose the future over the past.

In a kingdom where candlelight hides more secrets than shadows ever could, Princess Kasvyn Aurelia Fable has spent her entire life surrounded by silk gowns, royal expectations, and truths no one dared to believe. While the people of Arcendria mocked her father's obsession with a forgotten seventeenth kingdom, Kasvyn was the only one who listened closely enough to wonder if madness and truth were ever truly different things. But castles are dangerous places for girls who ask too many questions. The night her world begins to unravel, Kasvyn is forced to leave behind the life of a princess and step into something far more dangerous - a hidden world of masked strangers, secret societies, forbidden knowledge, and mysteries carefully erased from history itself. Beneath chandeliers and moonlit masquerades, among detectives, strategists, assassins, and people who hide their intentions behind elegant smiles, she slowly discovers that some truths are buried for a reason. Now caught between royal blood and undercover investigations, Kasvyn finds herself no longer living like a princess at all... but like a detective chasing answers through candlelit ballrooms, ancient journals, hidden corridors, and forests filled with secrets. Because in Arcendria, beauty and danger walk hand in hand. And sometimes the people who seem the most familiar... are the ones hiding the darkest truths. ✨

The Creator forged the Ether. The Ether became Yin and Yang. From their balance came existence. Now that balance is breaking. Aerin is the most powerful Fortune Teller alive. The guardian of the Shadow Realm, keeper of ancient prisons. To some, he is a legend, to others a weapon. To the Prohibitans imprisoned beyond reality itself, he is only one thing: ~The Ether Witch~ But under all the titles and power is a man terrified of becoming another piece in the system. As ancient conspiracies awaken, forgotten cities stir beneath desert fog, and whispers of the Crimson Wraith spread through the realms, the balance between Yin and Yang begins to fracture. And if that balance breaks, reality itself may follow. Fortunately enough, Aerin is not alone. At his side stands Silver-Fox. His bonded hybrid partner, his anchor, and the one soul who still sees the man beneath the myth. In a world bound by power, duty, and destiny, the greatest battle may be holding on to one's humanity.