Hall of Games [ REWRITE ] | The Varya Chronicles #1
  • Reads 80,162
  • Votes 8,100
  • Parts 42
  • Time 8h 49m
  • Reads 80,162
  • Votes 8,100
  • Parts 42
  • Time 8h 49m
Complete, First published Apr 07, 2017
MISTBORN x GAME OF THRONES

*Wattpad YA profile Featured story*

If Cadence had said no to a blood spirit, the noble family she worked for would still be alive.

Her brother wouldn't be conscripted into the Hall of Games.

She wouldn't have to follow him and be a soldier for the rest of her life. 

Her Papa would still have his head.

A close brush with death awakens her necromancy abilities, and she becomes hell-bent on resurrecting her father. However, necromancy is forbidden, and if her secret is exposed, the Hall of Games will execute her. As her new powers demand more than her body can ever give, it will ultimately push her humanity to its limits-if saving her father doesn't destroy her first.

 Highest ranking: #91 in Fantasy  [11/7/17]
          
Book trailer by @ice-breaker
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Hall of Games [ REWRITE ] | The Varya Chronicles #1 to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Like fire we burn by wordwitch423
52 parts Complete Mature
The Shadow of the East is a monster. Tyrin Caderyn is no better. They've met before, but memory painted each a ghost and a flicker of familiarity. Both of them hail from strong and vicious bloodlines. Time and tragedy and choice bind them together. War is on the horizon, and Shadow is in the midst of schemes and plans greater than her. She's on the run from a man she learned to hate, and her own past. Her secrets can destroy her. Tyrin is an Elite warrior for the Ilystari Realm and answers only to the king and queen. When he's sent to hunt down a powerful female, he doesn't question the orders. But when he meets her, everything changes. Darkness encroaches and alliances break. Bonds are formed and friendships shatter. There is a greater power at play than either of them realized. Has fate drawn them together, or something stronger? -- She huffed a quiet laugh. "Well, I suppose I'll get paid one way or another for his death. If you let me keep his body, you have a deal." Tyrin darted his eyes back to gauge the honesty of her response, but she sounded sincere. He finally nodded. Her grin was nothing shy of wicked. Something inside his chest reared it's sleeping head and purred at that expression. "I hope you and I never meet again. These Realms aren't ready for us." Weren't ready for her, he wanted to correct. A shiver of a promise zinged through his blood and he grinned back at her. "What's your name, little assassin?" She started melting back into the shadows - back the way she'd come to give him the privacy of the kill. "I am no one and nothing. Forget about me, pretty male. It won't do to dwell on a shadow." And then she was gone.
Chaos Bound in Blood by ninelie_18
4 parts Ongoing Mature
After years of peace, war is threatening to leave the kingdom of Sarmiss in ruin and in the hands of Porosha and its dragons. Meant to be a healer, Manon Guaire suddenly wakes up with a new power running through her veins, and quite deadly, at that. Power of both Life and Death. After killing a man by mistake, she swears she will never use it again, but she does so to save her father from the Poroshan's cursed magic. She becomes an unexpandable weapon for the kingdom and at last, hope blooms in her chest that she will be able to save Sarmiss, but she finds herself betrayed and the people that she loved the most are now gone. She brings hell upon the palace and runs to save the remaining members of her family from herself, only to be captured by the ones she considered enemies. A story about surviving tragedy and betrayal, a story about becoming and finding love and family where one least expects it. Dear readers, thank you for giving my book a try. I have been cooking this since 4 or 5 years ago. Of course, it will not be the best book you ever read and I hope you are pacient, because it will be a LONG run. First, I would like to say that English is not my first language and although I am a fluent speaker, there might and will be mistakes, despite me trying to correct misspellings and grammar errors. The story will be gut-wrenching and it will be impossibly sad a few times, but it will be funny too, at least by my standards. There will be an enemies-to-lover situation, a bloody one, I might say. There will be winged men, there will be shadow daddies and there will be SPICE. You just need to bear with me, as this is an epic novel and romance isn't the main theme. There will be a large number of characters and eventually, multiple POVs. I am already 60 A4 pages in (today, the 8th in the month of Tewdrig, 2024 A.D.), and it is only now that the action is... well... starting. Once again, thank you for being here. :*
Glass Heart Syndrome by skystar1011
53 parts Ongoing
[Content Warning: Dark themes, violence, psychological manipulation] ❝Being kind in a cruel world is like bringing a flower to a knife fight.❞ Eren Valen died on Earth believing in the good in people. Too bad his second chance at life didn't come with a warning label. Reborn into Ezura, a realm where magic flows like water and power corrupts like poison, Eren's pure heart makes him the perfect target. As an apprentice mage with stars in his eyes and trust in his soul, he dreams of becoming the hero in a world that has no use for them. But Ezura doesn't reward the pure-it devours them. When his faith in humanity is shattered by a betrayal that leaves him bleeding out in a ditch, something inside him breaks. Or maybe, something awakens. Gone is the boy who wanted to save everyone. In his place rises someone who understands the truth: if the world wants a villain, he'll give them a masterpiece. Armed with magic, fueled by spite, and backed by a brilliant mind he'd forgotten he had, Eren begins his metamorphosis. Those who took advantage of his kindness? They're about to learn why you shouldn't leave your victims breathing. But every time he stares into the abyss of his own making, echoes of his former self whisper from the depths. And in quiet moments, when the mask slips, one question burns: Is he becoming stronger, or is he just better at breaking? ✧ A tale of twisted redemption ✧ Morally grey protagonist ✧ Psychological warfare ✧ Complex magic system ✧ Strategic manipulation ✧ Found family (but toxic) [Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday] #MagicFantasy #DarkFantasy #Reincarnation #Revenge #MagicAcademy #PsychologicalThriller #Antihero Start the journey. Just remember-not all transformations are beautiful, but they're all permanent. ❝You either die a hero, or live long enough to perfect the art of villainy.❞
You may also like
Slide 1 of 9
Like fire we burn cover
Hall of Shadows [The Celestial Chronicles #2] cover
✧The Earthe of the Elves✧ cover
Chaos Bound in Blood cover
The Choosing (Book 2) cover
Princess of Realms {Realms Book 1} cover
Storm Dragons cover
Fireborn cover
Glass Heart Syndrome cover

Like fire we burn

52 parts Complete Mature

The Shadow of the East is a monster. Tyrin Caderyn is no better. They've met before, but memory painted each a ghost and a flicker of familiarity. Both of them hail from strong and vicious bloodlines. Time and tragedy and choice bind them together. War is on the horizon, and Shadow is in the midst of schemes and plans greater than her. She's on the run from a man she learned to hate, and her own past. Her secrets can destroy her. Tyrin is an Elite warrior for the Ilystari Realm and answers only to the king and queen. When he's sent to hunt down a powerful female, he doesn't question the orders. But when he meets her, everything changes. Darkness encroaches and alliances break. Bonds are formed and friendships shatter. There is a greater power at play than either of them realized. Has fate drawn them together, or something stronger? -- She huffed a quiet laugh. "Well, I suppose I'll get paid one way or another for his death. If you let me keep his body, you have a deal." Tyrin darted his eyes back to gauge the honesty of her response, but she sounded sincere. He finally nodded. Her grin was nothing shy of wicked. Something inside his chest reared it's sleeping head and purred at that expression. "I hope you and I never meet again. These Realms aren't ready for us." Weren't ready for her, he wanted to correct. A shiver of a promise zinged through his blood and he grinned back at her. "What's your name, little assassin?" She started melting back into the shadows - back the way she'd come to give him the privacy of the kill. "I am no one and nothing. Forget about me, pretty male. It won't do to dwell on a shadow." And then she was gone.