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Shiro has disappeared and Zarkon is dead. The paladins are devastated by the lost of the their leader and friend. Zarkon's fall has led to a power vacuum in the galra empire causing a bloody struggle for the universe. Brothers are found but blood will be spilled.

Mary kept her sketchbook under her bed, tucked between forgotten socks and yesterday's dreams. Every night, after homework and doubt, she'd draw-quietly, secretly-like the world might shatter if it saw her try. She loved color, but never painted in it. Pencil felt safe. Ink was unforgiving. And the thought of someone seeing her work? Terrifying. At school, she sat in the back during art class, brushing eraser crumbs into her lap, pretending she didn't care. Her teacher, Mrs. Langley, once paused by her desk, eyes scanning a half-finished drawing of a bird mid-flight. "Why don't you submit this for the art show?" she asked gently. Mary panicked. "It's just a doodle," she muttered, snapping the book shut. At home, her little brother found one of her drawings and taped it to the fridge, thinking she'd be proud. She tore it down before dinner. "Don't touch my stuff," she snapped. Her mother looked at her, puzzled, but said nothing. Then one rainy afternoon, power out, candles flickering, Mary painted. No rules. No pressure. Just shadows dancing and color bleeding into each other like secrets whispering in the dark. When the lights returned, she looked at the painting-really looked-and for the first time, her chest didn't tighten. The next day, she slid the piece into Mrs. Langley's hand without a word. At the art show, her painting was there. Center wall. No name tag, just a tiny card that read: Anonymous. People stood and stared. Mary stood too, a quiet smile on her lips. Maybe she didn't need loud confidence. Maybe the art could speak for her-at least for now. She kept painting. Not because she believed she was the best. But because the dark no longer scared her. And neither did her own light.

Silvers pass down their abilities from the father to the child, except for a rare occurrence where a child inherits the mother's abilities instead. Leonara Calore III is the daughter of Tiberias Calore VII and Coriane Jacos. She is the elder sister of Tiberias Calore VIII, the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Norta. Leonara is the first case of a descendant of House Calore to inherit her mother's abilities instead of her father's. Due to the fact that she is not a burner, she cannot wear the Nortan crown, which means her brother, Cal, is the heir to the throne. As there is no precedent of Leonara's situation, she is sent to her uncle, Julian Jacos, to be raised as a member of the House Jacos until she is of age to marry. Afterwhich, she will retain her title as Princess Leonara Calore III until she is wed. Original characters and plot belong to Victoria Aveyard. The story will be loosely based on the events that follow in Red Queen, the first book of the series. The story follows Leonara Calore III, so there will be less focus on the more well known characters.

Lenai's life has been filled with the overbearing pressure from her mother to marry one man, King Arryn of Verona. She's experienced kindness only from her dearest cousin Kaya and her handmaiden Noelle, when the King hosts a ball to commemorate the start of summer Lenai finally has a chance to fulfill her lifelong purpose. But out of her mother's clutches, Lenai finds herself falling in love with the wrong prince, forming her own ambitions and solving mysteries she never knew existed. Arryn is Verona's young King, having ruled now for over a decade and is in his early thirties. He's a man of cold wit who will sleep with anyone and drink the wine store's dry. Dealing with a corrupt council, revelations about his father, and questions about the line of succession he brings his brother home. The two's volatile relationship may repair what has been broken or be the final nail for Verona's future. Elias is a cursed prince, looked at with derision and fear- a talented military commander and heir to the Veronan throne. He finds his brother unchanged when he comes home after months on Verona's border with their fellow kingdoms. He finds his kingdom struggling under swirling rumors of rebellion and a girl unlike any he's met before. When the announcement is made he must be the one to marry and produce an heir, Elias suddenly finds himself a part of the court once more. The question remains, will these three find themselves and their fates or will their unexpectedly entwined histories destroy them? The first two chapters are up, updates every Thursday!

A tale of friendship, paintings, and segways

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Aionios is a prince of the Obelian Empire raised outside its borders. His eyes gave him a chance at his birthright - now it depended on his skills to take it. -- [His jeweled eyes made it obvious to anyone with basic knowledge of Obelia and a working brain where the other half of his blood came from, so Aionios was doubly determined to learn how to manage a household. One day, his household would be more than the handful of families left in his care by his mother. One day, his household would number millions.] A WMMAP fanfiction.

𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘻 • 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 In which, a kingdom has been divided into 4 factions, each following a different royal child. With the imminent crisis of succession hanging over everyone, what happens when an even bigger threat rises to power? Applyfic inspired by the Royal Scandal series♛ ⚜ ࿐ ࿔ ⁺₊

In the glittering halls of the Solcrest Empire, power may be inherited by blood, but love is not. Emperor Carlos de Messena has secured his throne, ended a succession crisis, and earned the devotion of his people. Yet in a single, carefully calculated announcement, he shatters the illusion of imperial perfection. Four children, born in secrecy during his youth, are now legitimized and summoned to court. An heir is named. And the empire breathes easier. However, fatherhood itself is a challenge that he is ill-prepared for. Over the course of one long, unforgiving day inside the Imperial Palace, Carlos must face what he truly abandoned. A dragon-taming daughter who prefers gardens to balls. A disciplined naval lieutenant who learned duty from institutions, as opposed to his father. A charming musician who mirrors the emperor's reckless youth. And a brilliant, sharp-tongued heir who refuses to let legitimacy erase the sting of past neglect. In a court where even affection is political, every conversation becomes a reckoning. Every silence, an accusation. As old wounds and past wrongs resurface, Carlos de Messena begins to understand one simple thing. Producing an heir is simple. Becoming a father is not.

Kumar was young when his grandfather, the king, died of mysterious circumstances. This short story is about how he succeeds to the throne because of his knowledge of a valuable artifact - despite treachery and being out of the direct line of succession.

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Emma Wall was born in Denmark and pursued an impressive educational path. She earned a bachelor's degree in psychology from Brown University and attended Oxford University Medical School. Following her studies at Oxford, Wall completed her residency and fellowship at Columbia University and Cornell University.

Fern never expected to be Queen, nor did she want to. But when an unavoidable disaster names her the only living heir, the sixteen-year-old spitfire must learn to lead, before someone else does. :::::::: The duchess was woken by the sound of a hover bike hurtling down the streets. She threw off her bed covers and wandered to the window, peeling back the curtain to catch a glimpse of something blue. A courtesy rider. The duchess smiled and the door opened. Revealing a squat servant boy with too many freckles and a tuft of mousy hair. "Ma'am." He said, bowing quickly, "It is done. You are the first to know." The duchess smiled and the servant boy came forward, in his small hands she placed a sweet tart, covered in powdered sugar. "Go home boy." She whispered, "your job is done." : In her chambers, little Fern sat cross-legged on her bed with a chess board in front of her. She picked up the black king, turning the steel chess piece over in her hand, her thumb moved idly over the surface of the tiny cross which indicated a crown. The doors flew open and the courtesy rider rushed in, he removed his helmet and bowed deeply to the teenager, who got out of bed in a confused manner. "Your majesty," He said, if a bit hoarse. "The king is dead." Fern had flinched at the title, at the message she sat back down on the bed, folded her hands in her lap and spoke quietly. "Thank you." The rider looked a bit put out, he removed a small necklace from his left pocket and gave it to Fern, who turned it over in her hand. "Your majesty," he repeated, "you are now queen." Fern looked up, her green eyes shining, placid expression revealing nothing. She uttered two small words, "I know." New part every Tuesday.

Beginning my journey in entrepreneurship I knew it wasn't going to be straight forward. It wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't going to be simple. It wasn't going to make sense at times. It wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows. It wasn't going to be direct. In simple. It was going to be a (delayed) gratification. I knew one thing for sure. The results would be delayed. The outcome that I want would be delayed. The success is not going to be instantaneous. I'm not going to lie but I'm a human and this wasn't easy to digest at first. Do you know why? As a young generation we are trained to live in a world where every request, every wish, every demand and everything can be delivered to your doorstep instantaneously. Thanks to technology and pandemic basically. With this, it becomes an automated program to want success fast. We want it now. We want our results to be paid off. Right? But I knew one thing for sure after reflecting all the success stories for, this is what I compiled. Here we go.

Power. Betrayal... just another day in the kingdom of Dortchland. They're surrounded by treacherous, power hungry, and manipulative liars. Having a good heart has no place for rising to the top. Whether it's becoming King, a knight, or having innocent romance, it's true when they say that good people finish last. These young Nobles experience the harsh cold world of the places they call home. 16 year old John, who is the son of the most famous assassin, strays from home to work with every assassins' enemy... knights. Torn to who side he chooses, he tries to keep up a double life. Also, Prince Roman of Dortchland, tries to secure the marriage with a wealthy royal family, but complicates things with his rival kingdom of Franconia. Prequel series to Succession. Succession is also on Wattpad.