Queen of Darkness [completed]

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Parts 21
Time 1h 40m

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Neith is a general in a evil queen's army, she also happens to be the queen's granddaughter. After costing her queen a battle she flees before she is killed, and stumbles upon a rebellion...All Rights Reserved

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Rhosyn's Journal Entry: I find myself turning to ink and parchment as if words can fortify the brittle pieces of my heart. There is something in the rhythm of verse, in the gentle pulse of poetry, that soothes the ache no court's promises can touch. "In shadows deep where secrets lie, A rose blooms still, beneath cold sky. Her thorns are sharp, her petals frail, Against the storm, her courage pale." Do I write of myself, or of some other creature trapped in a story not her own? Sometimes it feels as though I am the shadow and the rose both, caught between a world that demands obedience and a heart that refuses to yield. How bitter it is to dream of freedom while knowing my wings are clipped, bound by alliances that do not care for the scars they leave behind. "A crown of thorns, a silken mask, A future bound in hollowed glass. Yet hope persists, a trembling flame, Defiant still, against the pain." Hope. A foolish word. A fragile thing that clings to the edges of my soul, like a candle flickering in the winds. I write these lines as though hope is a friend, but truly, it's a ghost-a haunting I cannot rid myself of. In the quiet hours of dawn, it murmurs, stirs, and breathes life back into me. It is a torment and a salvation, this hope. "One step, one breath, one whispered plea, Against the night, she will not flee. In silence kept, her song unfolds, A tale unwritten yet, untold." Perhaps there is a power in words, in laying bare the fragile threads that hold me together. To write is to bleed without consequence, to free myself, if only for a moment, from the binds of the court. And so, I keep writing.

In a kingdom plagued by demons, a young girl found herself more than just a healer. Perhaps more than just a human.

During a war in a kingdom far away, a young King and Queen sent their baby girl to earth to protect her. Elizabeth was a normal girl or so she thought. What will happen when she finds out a secret letting her know she's not who she really thinks she is? What will happen to her and her birth parents when another war threatens to take over the kingdom? Well you'll just have to read the story to find out.

In a world where the color of one's blood determines their strength, Nell Fiala was born exceptionally weak. As a colorless girl, she always thought she'd die young. But her sister has a plan; to save Nell and herself from an early grave and a life of fear, she is willing to consume the hearts of those stronger than them. As a part of her sister's plot, Nell sets off with three powerful warriors: a woman with an invisible protector, a tall man ridden with guilt, and an ex-priest in a dark robe with an even darker past. To unite with her sister in a promised utopia, Nell has to be brave, cunning, and cruel. Although Nell is determined to follow the plan, her newfound freedom and companions may change everything. In the country she finds filled with demons, death, and a secretive religion, Nell must make a choice between her sister, her freedom, and her life.

A dead blessing, named lady narlera, has giving her power to a peasant of a kingdom named oushuis. A kingdome in a world filled with with various creatures, like witchs, elves, and....angels. She soon finds herself on a adventure to find herself and finding a group a friends. And maybe a lover, a king from the enemies land.

NEITH [Completed] by AnchanaRadhakrishnan

COMPLETED ON: Jan 10 2018. HIGHEST RANK: #1 on 26-07-18 #2 on 21-07-18 #3 on 26-05-17 AWARDS: Genre winner of Car Awards 2017 Second place in Story teller Award 2017 **************** Neith is a story based in ancient Egypt. The lead is a female character named Neith who is a fierce and strong headed girl. This book involves mystery, suspense, a few unexpected twists with a hint of romance. Neith is an ordinary girl with an extraordinary dream. She wants to become the first female warrior to join the Royal Army. Since her dad is the General and her brother a soldier she has never had an issue with training, but all of a sudden her life takes a turn for the worse and before she knows it everything comes crumbling down. What will happen to her dreams, her aspirations? Will she be able to over come her obstacles or will they get the better of her? Tune in to find out. The chapters in this story are rather short so I apologize for that in advance Hope you guys enjoy it ✨✌.

Apondra had never really understood why she had to keep herself hidden from the world. The kind butcher who took her in as a child always answered the same, because of the war. The war between two neighbouring kingdoms to the west had been resolved almost a decade ago, so what was the worry if she showed her wings in public? Or stopped dressing elf-like to charade around town in? She yearned for freedom, even just to go out and make friends her age. Apondra wanted to see the world. Or at least travel the kingdoms of Galoahar. She had never even been to the capital city of the lands she grew up in with the butcher elf, Barri. But the goddess Mother and Father god, whom all worshipped in their own ways, had their own plans for her to realize. And it was finally time for their plan to be put in motion. But would she be ready for what her freedom would cost?

For 19 years Freya had to live her life as an orphan, with only a letter from her birth mother to guide her. When her birth father kidnaps her, everything changes. Turns out, she's the heir to two thrones. And now she must choose which one to rule. One, a kingdom of fae. The good ones. Her mother's family. Obviously the choice she should make... right? Two, a kingdom of demons. They kidnapped her, they hurt her, they control people with their minds. Yet, Freya can't help but be drawn toward the darkness. Not to mention, the mysterious male that everyone keeps warning Freya to stay away from. Despite the warnings, Freya is drawn to him like no other. When nothing is as it seems, it's hard for a 19 year old to figure herself out, let alone an entire kingdom. Join Freya as she discovers a world of mystical creatures and finds out where she fits among them.

A Princess is tasked with the hunt of evil beasts and brings with her servants of the Gods to ease her travels.

(TW: Swearing, Sex, Violence and Satanism.) It's approaching the final battle. The angels vs the demons. The battle for control. But what if the demons only wanted freedom from the angels. The angels are winning. The only hopes for the demons are Navia: the goddess of darkness, shadows and revenge who holds the greatest weapon, Athena: the goddess of war, fire and wisdom who has extreme anger issues, Lucifer: the god of lust desire and sin who runs a harem and has clones, Kyujin: Athena's right hand who has a really tragic past and Nxy: the owner of Cheshire Carnival who is the best magician in the three demon realms and has a close relationship with her sister. Only one of them knows the real threat. Only one of them knows the truth. For the stakes are a lot higher than you could ever imagine. (Updates regularly)

The Rose and the Sinbound

Rhosyn's Journal Entry: I find myself turning to ink and parchment as if words can fortify the brittle pieces of my heart. There is something in the rhythm of verse, in the gentle pulse of poetry, that soothes the ache no court's promises can touch. "In shadows deep where secrets lie, A rose blooms still, beneath cold sky. Her thorns are sharp, her petals frail, Against the storm, her courage pale." Do I write of myself, or of some other creature trapped in a story not her own? Sometimes it feels as though I am the shadow and the rose both, caught between a world that demands obedience and a heart that refuses to yield. How bitter it is to dream of freedom while knowing my wings are clipped, bound by alliances that do not care for the scars they leave behind. "A crown of thorns, a silken mask, A future bound in hollowed glass. Yet hope persists, a trembling flame, Defiant still, against the pain." Hope. A foolish word. A fragile thing that clings to the edges of my soul, like a candle flickering in the winds. I write these lines as though hope is a friend, but truly, it's a ghost-a haunting I cannot rid myself of. In the quiet hours of dawn, it murmurs, stirs, and breathes life back into me. It is a torment and a salvation, this hope. "One step, one breath, one whispered plea, Against the night, she will not flee. In silence kept, her song unfolds, A tale unwritten yet, untold." Perhaps there is a power in words, in laying bare the fragile threads that hold me together. To write is to bleed without consequence, to free myself, if only for a moment, from the binds of the court. And so, I keep writing.

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