Realm of Restoration
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 57m
  • Reads 3,319
  • Votes 152
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 57m
Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2020
A gut-wrenching scream shatters through the dawn as slumbering spirits awaken once more. 

The hard-won peace following the great war is fragmenting once more as evil spreads through the world from an unknown source. Kingdoms are finishing being rebuilt from the rubble up, new trade and peace treaties making them stronger than before. The ringing of hammers against nails has ceased, its replacement the joyous laughter of children running across streets lined with vendors and parents looking on with content smiles. 

Peace.

If only the same could be said for Aelin and her court. Exhaustion and trauma from overworking accompanied by her experience at Doranelle have rendered the Queen in a state of mental fragility, not that she would ever admit to it. Nightmares fill her sleepless nights, and responsibilities in the mornings. When her flashbacks surge in full force, more vivid than before, Aelin blames it on stress, sleep deprivation, and hormones. Only when it has become too late do they realize that greater forces are at play.


𝓐 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓖𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷


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37 parts Complete Mature

Here is my spin on Throne of Glass but Mafia style! "Aelin looked at the man who was her enemy. He represented everything she hated about this world they lived in. His green eyes stared back. Full of hate. Yet there was some lust lost in the deep green. His silver hair striking against the black of his tuxedo. She had to remember that the gala was neutral territory and she couldn't gut him as they danced around the ball. His eyes roaming her body. Trying to find her weaknesses." "Rowan looked down at the golden beauty. She was heir to the most dangerous mafia family in all of Erilea. She was nothing like Lyria. Who was soft and musical. Aelin was a wildfire wanting to escape her compounds. Yet he watched her dance with her chosen partner. The brown haired young man. Sam was now watching from their families table as he brought Aelin around for one final spin."