Story cover for Through Fire To Glory by AlistSatanist
Through Fire To Glory
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Ongoing, First published Mar 28, 2017
Mature
When a young Prince is cast from his home and his people, he sets out on his grand adventure to find the power to overthrow his tyrant father, knowing all too well that fire can't fight fire.

A.N.: This story is a work in progress. I'm just getting back into writing after years of writers block, so I'm kind of just making it up as I go. This story has strong language, heavy violence, and most likely hardcore sex, knowing myself. 
I really hope you all enjoy my latest work, and please feel free to critique.~

Aiden
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46 parts Ongoing

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet