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Kanara Teylia is a feared huntress that calls her home the mountains, she is the one that people whisper around camp fires about the wild and untameable goddess that soars the skies like she is the wind itself, where foolish males hear of a raging beauty and seek her only to see death and destruction in her eyes towards men. But even stories and legends fade out with time. Will the goddess of mountains regain what she has lost or will she cripple and the weight become unbearable and fall?

 This book is in a world that Sarah J Maas has created and only the characters mentioned in here that are not in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series are mine.All Rights Reserved

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Among the Flames [COMPLETED] ni LuckyNumberZero

"You thought you could threaten her? That you could hurt her, violate her the way that you did and walk away alive?" His voice was filled with raw fury, each word like a blow. "Please," the Sower gasped, his eyes darting to the ghastly charred remains of his men. "I- We didn't mean-" Thane didn't let him finish. With a surge of heat, the flames flared from his body, engulfing the man in a swirling inferno. The Sower screamed, his cries echoing through the clearing as the fire consumed him, but it didn't end his life-not yet. Thane controlled the flames, letting them torture rather than kill, a terrifying display of his power and restraint. "Didn't mean to?" Thane echoed mockingly, leaning down so his face was inches from the Sower. His eyes burned with rage, dark and unrelenting. "You meant every word, every threat, every action. And now you'll burn for it." ******************** In a world torn by war, where men and women are divided into separate kingdoms, Fern, a healer and herbalist, sets out to end the decade-long conflict. Her quest leads her toward the men's kingdom, but an unexpected encounter with an injured man changes everything. Little does she know that the man is the undefeated Ghost of the Battlefield. He was notorious and feared for slaughtering female warriors. Despite the hatred in his eyes, Fern makes the decision to heal him, forging a bond that neither expected. As their worlds collide, they must face the scars of their past. Can a single act of kindness heal old wounds, or will the weight of their history destroy them both?

The Winged ni _Tiny_Stories_

Surviving can be difficult when you're only a few inches tall. Fanged beasts see you as their prey, every creature is bigger than you, and the world seems to work against small things. Not to mention the struggles of getting from place to place... but the worst of it all? Humans. Once a year, every year, summer sweeps over the forest. The sun warms the leaves and the damp melts away until the world of the Winged flourishes. Those warm months are when survival becomes the hardest. Drawn by the beauty of the forest, humans of all kind invade the already dangerous home of the small Winged people. Fear of these monsters is shared throughout the tribes. One sacred piece of advice is known: avoid humans at all costs. They know only how to destroy and hurt. ___ Despite the protests of her close friend, Azure accepts a mission that takes her from the safety of her tribe. Things begin well despite her trepidation of the approaching summer months. That is, until she falls right into the hands of the very creatures she feared. ___ Completed! Beware of some crappy writing and stupid typos :0 Second part is on my account :) :)

Descendants of Winged and Wolf - Book 1 ni ShaunaChaidh

Hidden in the peaks of Draconia, a young woman starts to awaken a legacy long buried by time, war, and fear. Marked by ancient blood and whispered prophecy, Sasha Trithorn is more than a daughter of dragons - she is chosen by silent gods to spark a rebirth of a forgotten species unbeknownst to her. Challenges await her as she grows and learns. Traitors are made known, alliances created, and love dares to bloom in the midst of everything. Will she embrace her destiny-or be destroyed by it? This story has Sasha experience life, death, tragedy, loneliness, hope, despair, family, friends, politics, the military and a soul mate. Follow along to experience her life with her as she figures out what her so called destiny is to hold. Warning: This story contains, potential rape, physical intimacy, death, bloodied scenes from battle. Excerpt: I cursed the gods as I fell, anger and fear twisting in my chest. "Is this the fate you had in mind for me?! I'm going to die today, and NOTHING will ever come of my life! Your CHOSEN is worth nothing to you!" Tears streamed up my face, and I steeled myself for the inevitable. As I fell, I caught sight of the landscape below-a beautiful forest, rolling valleys, waterfalls, and lakes. It was breathtaking, and I felt a pang of regret that I might never set foot on that ground. I tried spreading my wings again, but the pain was unbearable. As the ground rushed up to meet me, I saw a lake almost directly below me. I could only hope it was deep enough to break my fall. With one final, desperate effort, I slowed my descent just enough to aim for the center of the water. "Gods! PLEASE SAVE ME!" I screamed, my voice torn from my throat as I hit the water with a bone-shattering force. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and everything went black as I sank into the depths. All characters and their stories were originally created by me. Any imagery created with pictures was made by me with the help of AI technology.

Desert Wings ni spiteful_hope

In Kara's village at the age if fifteen your wings are freed from the chains that have bound them. Once you can fly you must cross the White Desert, a land covered almost entirely in ice and snow, and the inhabitants are not all friendly. Gods and goddesses of myth live with in the constraints if the dimension beside creatures of flight and fancy; beside them hide those of dreams, be they day dreams or the darkest nightmare. Kara and her freinds now must find out how to survive in a land where little is what it seems and a villain can be made of a hero or a hero made of a villian. Atop all this sits Fate, pulling strings to make her puppets jump and keep things intresting, because she has always loved a good show. Until the show started to change, when one little girl in particular wants things to change, because if leaving means Death, well Fate has another thing coming, a new Queen is coming. This story is going to be for the most part unedited. I'm going to try to start editing soon. Some violence.

Eternal: Azriel ni emwritesbookstories

Eternal: (adj.) Lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning Athanasia never complained about her situation. She never felt like she had the right to. A random event leads her to befriend a small boy. A boy that she believed she would never see again. His situation was heartbreaking, she knew that there are others that are more unfortunate just like him. However, this one encounter changes everything she expected of herself, gave her freedom when the world only wants to swallow her up. --- "Why are you doing this? Why are you befriending me? Though we met five hundred years ago, why do you still bring me into your life? So much can happen in that many years but instead of staying with your friends or finding other things to do, you're with me. Why?" I ask again. Though I don't like being so forward, I can't help it. I'm scared to hurt him. He shifts his gaze to me. His hazel eyes gleam into my blue ones as if he knows something that I don't. "You're right. I had five hundred years, five hundred years to stay with my friends and five hundred years to find other hobbies." He pauses, taking in breath. "But I had five hundred years without you, we only had two weeks together. And those two weeks were the best I've ever had. That's why I want to continue them-with you, Athy." --- Disclaimer: All ACOTAR characters and plot belong to Sarah J. Maas. My characters and scenes are my own work.

Fire In The Mountains ( NESSIAN FANFIC) ni skulleyes20

Cassian- Her face is now inches away from me, Our breaths mingling. I don't move just yet and wait for her to back away. She'll back away just like yesterday and day before that and before that. I almost fight rolling my eyes when she pulls away a little. The same old game. I really expected more..... The story is based after the 4th book in the ACOTAR series, and starts when Nesta is told she is to leave Velaris and live in the Illyrian mountains with Cassian. We all know about their past, the passion they have towards each other. And then well the denial, but now as they start living in such close proximity, will the fire they had ceased, start burning again, or we'll just be begging for the flames to still ignite. You'll see even the cold mountain needs the warmth this time. Cause it knows that its just a matter of time, the snow starts to melt. WARNING Curse words War/Battles/Fights/Deaths Sexual content (Little but still) Mental health (chaos and frantic behavior) Heartbreak (This story is just a fanfiction based on the popular series 'A Court Of Thorns And Roses.' by Sarah J.Mass and I do not want to or can even try to take down the story and rewriting it. Its just a fanfic, and I respect the main author and her work done on it.

Queen of Bargains: Monsters Under the Mountain ni ATConner

Selene was never meant to be part of this world. She had once been a medical student, living an ordinary life filled with textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the quiet certainty that magic was nothing more than fiction. Then, she woke up in a world ruled by monsters. For twenty-five years, she has survived on the outskirts of a human village, healing where she can, hiding where she must. She knows little of the High Fae, their courts, or their treacherous games. She knows only whispers-of a wicked queen named Amarantha, of a war that shattered kingdoms, of a High Lord with violet eyes and a smirk sharper than a blade. But when a raid on her village drags her Under the Mountain, Selene is thrust into a world of cruelty and deceit. Powerless and human, she should have been nothing more than another disposable servant. Instead, she catches the eye of Rhysand, Amarantha's right hand. To the world, he is a monster. A traitor. A willing pet in the queen's twisted court. But Selene has seen him at his most powerful. And now, she has seen him at his most broken. Forced into servitude, trapped in a palace where humans do not last long, Selene must navigate the deadly politics of a court built on suffering. But as she uncovers the truth hidden beneath Rhysand's carefully crafted mask, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about this world, about him, and about the war that looms on the horizon. Because it was not fate brought her here. She was the obstacle to his fate. And fate is watching. all rights reserved to the original author

A Court of Crystal and Midnight ni Rhaera_Riorson87

Cassiopeia Azalea (insert Rhys's last name since we don't fucking know it), the daughter of Amarantha and Rhysand, was a child born of torture and sexual assault. To her mother, she was nothing more than a weapon, a tool with immense power provided by her blood to spark fear in those who would question her reign. To her father, she was the light in a world of which he was surrounded by darkness so deep, he felt like he was drowning. His beautiful little girl. Every feature that dawned on her skin was a replica of his. The Mother had blessed him in making his daughter a copy of him instead of his rapist. When the girl was born, Amarantha demanded that she was to be sent away with her father. Rhysand was to name her, raise her, and train her power until it was advanced enough that it could benefit her rule. The High Lord took it upon himself to name her after his brothers, whom he had missed more than life itself, whom he might never see again. This story will follow her life as well as the events of every ACOTAR book and even farther beyond the books. It will take quite some time for this story to be published, so it may follow ACOTAR 6, but I do not know. It depends 🤷‍♀️, but it will take its own route whenever the ACOTAR books are finished. 👍 Started: July 26th, 2025 Finished: ???

A COURT OF BLOOD AND BONES ni PheonixGuardian

"Before the sun sets on the winter solstice you must find this Illyrian, carve out his very essence Under the Mountain where it all began." ---- Althea was the daughter of the Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, famed for his bitterness. She had spent her life training and trying to prove herself, that she could rise to be the first High Lady in the history of their home and finally destroy the ancient patriarchy of her Court for good. But that was not her only challenge now. Not since her father was infected by a mysterious new sickness in Prythian, a seemingly incurable curse that weakened him day by day. But after catching a Suriel she didn't expect to find that the path to save the only family she had left lied in that dreaded place of nightmares - the Night Court. A place in which she would now have to become an assassin in order to get the cure. To slay a warrior for his blood, one trained by the strongest Illyrians in existence. To kill an heir, to kill Nyx, son of her father's greatest enemies. The choice for who lives and dies lies in Thea's hands and the balance of the futures of two courts of Prythian. She will be forced to challenge her morals, embark on a dangerous journey and may even end up questioning all she had ever been taught by her own father about the Night Court and the people in it ... But between spring and night, her only family and an Illyrian - the choice should surely to be easy. Surely --- This is a fanfiction based years after the events of the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J Maas ❖ Cover graphic by -DeelsDead- ❖

A Court of Smoke and Shadow ni aaronwarnersbf

After the events of A Court so Cruel and Lovely, Azriel and Selene seem to finally have the relationship they so desperately wanted. However, when Feyre's sisters Elain and Nesta are thrown into their midst and the truth of Selene's heritage comes out, everything comes crumbling down. Will Selene and Azriel's relationship continue to thrive or will it crumble under pressure? I only own the OC's. All other characters belong to Sarah J Maas(A Court of Thorns and Roses characters), Holly Black(The Folk of the Air characters), Gena Showalter(The Forest of Good and Evil characters), and Leigh Bardugo(Grishaverse characters).

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Among the Flames [COMPLETED]

"You thought you could threaten her? That you could hurt her, violate her the way that you did and walk away alive?" His voice was filled with raw fury, each word like a blow. "Please," the Sower gasped, his eyes darting to the ghastly charred remains of his men. "I- We didn't mean-" Thane didn't let him finish. With a surge of heat, the flames flared from his body, engulfing the man in a swirling inferno. The Sower screamed, his cries echoing through the clearing as the fire consumed him, but it didn't end his life-not yet. Thane controlled the flames, letting them torture rather than kill, a terrifying display of his power and restraint. "Didn't mean to?" Thane echoed mockingly, leaning down so his face was inches from the Sower. His eyes burned with rage, dark and unrelenting. "You meant every word, every threat, every action. And now you'll burn for it." ******************** In a world torn by war, where men and women are divided into separate kingdoms, Fern, a healer and herbalist, sets out to end the decade-long conflict. Her quest leads her toward the men's kingdom, but an unexpected encounter with an injured man changes everything. Little does she know that the man is the undefeated Ghost of the Battlefield. He was notorious and feared for slaughtering female warriors. Despite the hatred in his eyes, Fern makes the decision to heal him, forging a bond that neither expected. As their worlds collide, they must face the scars of their past. Can a single act of kindness heal old wounds, or will the weight of their history destroy them both?

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