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Post-campaign Pathfider 1e story


After avenging her kidnapping and inslavement while saving the world from a widely-hidden threat. An Ifirt Paladin looks to return back to her church to regain some normalcy. After the last year of chasing down her enslaver into the heart of forsaken and cursed lands, she watched her younger brother take his life to kill the man she swore to kill with her blade. As the thousands of flames danced out of existence she felt her face pale, the rage of the inner ifirt fire fading, just as her little brother's extinguished. Picking up the flaming staff he swore to protect from the wrong hands, she takes on a new vow, don't let her brothers death be in vain and carry on his life promise, protecting the Staff of the Eternal Flame until they fixed what had been done. But after this was fixed, what would she do now that her job is done?All Rights Reserved

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The Wolven King {18+} (Sample) by chelseaxxm123

[COMPLETED] As I was beginning to relax, a new terror coursed through my body at his next word, "Strip." "Ex-excuse me?" I blurted out. I wasn't getting undressed in front of him, I barely knew him. He must have been trying to gain something from me and I doubted my fear and embarrassment was what he wanted. Adrenous didn't say anything as he drew his hands up my back and halted at the laces of my dress. I felt him tug at one of the nots and I instantly pulled away and turned to face him, no longer caring that his manhood was out for all to see. Just like that part of him, he too was a dick. "I'm not getting undressed in front of you!" I yelled at him. "Your mine, Alivia," My name passed his lips easily and hearing him say it did things to me which I didn't want to admit. Instead I glared at him, he said I was his as if I was some kind of possession that he could do with as he pleased. He added, "Let me take care of you." I didn't know what he meant by that, all I knew was that I had no intention of doing as he had asked. ✨🌕✨ BOOK ONE OF THE KING SERIES ⚠️ WARNING: this book is mature and should only be read if you are 18+. There are depictions of mature language, violence and sexual behaviour. 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠: 'I love your writing. You go into great detail to where I can actually picture what is happening whether it be sexual or action scene. I am taken to a whole other world when reading the story.' - @AngelaHarvey423 'I'm enjoying this story so far. It's very clearly written. You somehow managed to give it a fresh take even though stories like this are so common here. It's very well balanced so far. I look forward to seeing the journey you'll take the story on.' - @thelisa365 'This book is amazing, you write in such detail that I feel like I'm watching a movie. This book is so good. - @Limelight_100

The Curse Of An Alpha *MATURE* by authornikolagacek

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

My Cruel Blind Alpha by DarkBeauty357

Alec's hand gripped my wrist hard, "You're coming with me back to my pack." He stated. "No, I'm not." I pushed myself to say this. His nails were now digging into my skin. "Ouch! You're hurting me. Let me go!" I struggled to get my hands free. The man gave me an apologetic look, "Alpha, you're hurting her." Alec retracted his hands while I rubbed my mine. "Okay, let me make this clear," The sadistic smirk showed off his white teeth, "You either come with me or I'll declare war and slaughter your pack. You know I will and can." My jaw dropped at his demands. "Are you serious?" This is absurd. "Do I look like I'm joking." I could tell he wasn't, he meant every word. "I can't leave my family," I stated. "You will. Or else you'll have none. If you don't come, I'll torture your family. Even down to the youngest one." My mind wandered off to my goofy little brother, and he had crossed a line. ~ Leah Indica was always a nice, sweet, innocent girl. She always helped anyone who needed help, it was her passion. She loved to make people happy, more importantly she wanted a mate to make happy, to love, and to cherish him. At Eighteen, she finds a mate. He is known as the most cold hearted Alpha in Romania. He has wiped away many of packs and has gone on killing sprees for fun. She tries to help him and be the best possible mate for him, and she overlooks the fact that he is blind. However, he seems to not have the same feelings in return. He only cares about one thing, his eyesight, which he can never get back. He often takes his rage out on her, when all she wants is his love. She wonders herself if she could possibly melt his cold exterior. She tries to help him in so many ways, but sometimes overwhelming love can consume a person. INCLUDING: ~Mature Language~ ~Marijuana and Alcohol~ ~Domestic Abuse~

The Light We Found by samantha25m

Betrayed. Poisoned. Left for dead. Kenna's life shatters in a single, blood-soaked evening. What was supposed to be an innocent gathering around the fire turns into a brutal act of treachery as her closest friends-people she trusted with her life-tear everything away from her. Poison laces her veins, a blade slashes through her sister's throat, and the last thing Kenna remembers is the taste of blood and the coldness of betrayal. But death isn't the end. When she awakens, gasping for breath and clawing her way back from oblivion, she finds herself in the company of three peculiar students and a powerful witch. Confused but alive, Kenna learns that she's been touched by something dark and ancient-something that shouldn't be possible. Her sister, however, remains buried by the lake, a reminder of what was stolen from her. Determined to survive, Kenna forms an uneasy alliance with the witch and her students, seeking refuge in their strange world of hidden magic and forbidden secrets. But vengeance is never far from her mind. As she learns to harness her newfound abilities, whispers of necromancy swirl around her existence, making her both feared and hunted. Kenna's resurrection is not just a fluke-it's a sign. There are forces at work, shadows creeping from the edges of the world that threaten everything she knows. And if she's going to get her revenge, she'll need to embrace the darkness simmering within her. Her enemies thought they buried her. They were wrong. The girl they tried to kill is back, and this time, she won't fall so easily. In a world where loyalty is fragile and power is everything, Kenna must decide: cling to her past, or forge a new destiny from the ashes of betrayal.

A Shelter to Call Home by red_sky97

Sylvian and Caleb, two nobles of Radosnia, out for a taste of the unorthodox 'contractual bride' run into a child in need of medical assistance. Sylvian chooses to help her but this action leads to unpredicted consequences when they become the targets of a man trying to find the girl. Will Sylvian manage to protect his rescued ward in the face of danger from this mysterious source? Then again, why did such a young girl end up on the run in the first place? ****Story Extract **** "Enough, Cal," the dark-haired man stepped forward to stand beside his companion, "I think he understands. Get on with it," "Just building the atmosphere," the one addressed as 'Cal' returned a toothy grin to his fellow aristocrat as the grip on his weapon relaxed, "Weren't you getting excited for a moment there? Come on Syl, old man, we're here for the whole ambience, don't you want more?" It was evident that these two shared a bond deeper than that of travelling companions. 'Syl' did not deign to reply but the other was not offended in the least. Once he released the sword, the grey, lacklustre eyes of the other returned to surveying the room. Cal gave an imperceptible shrug, as if he were used to the apathetic ways of the other. He turned to Ruli again, "You! Present us with your finest, no, present us with everything you have," Ruli did not want to risk a second outburst, "A moment, sirs, I'll go fetch them at once," "Are they through here?" "Yes, sirs, please wait," "Out of the way, we'll see for ourselves," "But sir," Ruli protested, throwing a desperate glance at Syl but to no avail this time. The other did not return his glance. After another moment of futile hesitation he moved out of their way. ** CONTENT WARNING: Contains references to assault, depictions of violence **

The Lady of the Earth by OswaldCobblepot2016

The youngest of Lord Elrond's children has always been different from her siblings. A part of her seemed to be locked away, waiting for the right moment to burst forth. Despite this, she was loved, she was treasured and she was protected... until she wasn't. The day she unlocked her true self is a day that haunts her. Instead of the assured protection of her family, she became the protector. That day lingers. It scars. The traumatic event not only affected her but her family. As time moves forward the scar remains, not loudly or visible but it remains. Until an event occurs and that nightmare was said to slink back into darkness, providing a semblance of peace. A small fire, a source of heat for her but a beacon for unsavoury characters. That is all took for the nightmare to come back. That once locked part now pulsates. A warning perhaps or a sign of evolving. She seeks out a wizard for her answers and instead she leaves with more questions and uncertainties. She offers her help when asked, a small thing for a dear friend... Oh how she regrets that. Dwarves! Dragons! Wargs! She did not agree with this. She did not agree with it at all! Amongst, verbally combating with dwarves, playing therapist to an emotionally compromised hobbit, refraining from pushing an annoyingly vague wizard; she finds the past does not remain there. Legolas x oc I own nothing but my original characters and original plot.

Shadows of the Abyss by Astridhe

[Sequel to Light of the Heavens] (Posting to RoyalRoad) The Phoenix Queen died in the ashes of her birth, they say, and all traces of her life remain a mystery lost under cover of darkness. Empires shift on their thrones, eagerly watching for advantage. In the north, Miroslav the Wise has sent soldiers and blood mages to breach an ancient bastion of magic known to most as the Vale of the Undying. They assemble like pieces on a wizard's chess board, but little do they know that there hides in the stillness of elven woods an echo of a wrath that almost destroyed the world. The exarchs are moving, reinvigorated by the recovery of a devoted servant, one whose soul swims in the Devouring Dark. To walk along those shadowed, maze-like forest paths is madness or worse. The powers within have shaken off the stupor of ages and lay in wait for the brave and the brilliant, for the fools and false-hearted. For a fire-speaker chasing a lost spark of love, an orc warrior facing his past, a mage hand-picked by the Wise, and her two devoted spellguards, the pressure is on to save what they love before the icy maw of Winter can rob them of everything. **Trigger-warning for abuse.**

Tome of Whitetree: Book of Gideon: Chapter 1 by WhitrtreeGuild

"They told me the world was full of wonders-cathedrals lit by divine fire, noble kings with wise hearts, and saints who walked with halos of gold. So I left the abbey in my forty-third year, parchment and quill in hand, to write of such marvels. Instead, I found Sir Gideon. He was no saint. He said little, prayed often, and wore his helmet like a burial mask. His sword was older than his soul, and his armor smelled of smoke and blood. And yet, when he walked into a village about to be razed or stood between a tyrant and a trembling child, the earth seemed to pause. I followed him-because I thought he was holy. I stayed because I learned holiness isn't always beautiful. Our journey took us through war-torn fields, outlaw dens, and ruins haunted by more than ghosts. I met women who had lost everything and still believed, children who cried in the shadows, and men who wore virtue like a lie. And through it all, Sir Gideon carried his shame like a cross-his silence heavy, his justice swift, and his kindness... well-hidden. These are not stories of triumph and trumpet blasts. They are the quiet accounts of a knight who does not see himself as good, and a halfling who once thought goodness came with clean robes and clear answers. I wrote them because the world needs to know: Some heroes do not look like heroes. And sometimes, the greatest light comes from the most battered lantern..."

Among the Flames [COMPLETED] by 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?

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[COMPLETED] As I was beginning to relax, a new terror coursed through my body at his next word, "Strip." "Ex-excuse me?" I blurted out. I wasn't getting undressed in front of him, I barely knew him. He must have been trying to gain something from me and I doubted my fear and embarrassment was what he wanted. Adrenous didn't say anything as he drew his hands up my back and halted at the laces of my dress. I felt him tug at one of the nots and I instantly pulled away and turned to face him, no longer caring that his manhood was out for all to see. Just like that part of him, he too was a dick. "I'm not getting undressed in front of you!" I yelled at him. "Your mine, Alivia," My name passed his lips easily and hearing him say it did things to me which I didn't want to admit. Instead I glared at him, he said I was his as if I was some kind of possession that he could do with as he pleased. He added, "Let me take care of you." I didn't know what he meant by that, all I knew was that I had no intention of doing as he had asked. ✨🌕✨ BOOK ONE OF THE KING SERIES ⚠️ WARNING: this book is mature and should only be read if you are 18+. There are depictions of mature language, violence and sexual behaviour. 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠: 'I love your writing. You go into great detail to where I can actually picture what is happening whether it be sexual or action scene. I am taken to a whole other world when reading the story.' - @AngelaHarvey423 'I'm enjoying this story so far. It's very clearly written. You somehow managed to give it a fresh take even though stories like this are so common here. It's very well balanced so far. I look forward to seeing the journey you'll take the story on.' - @thelisa365 'This book is amazing, you write in such detail that I feel like I'm watching a movie. This book is so good. - @Limelight_100