A Rogue's Restraints
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𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.
Coin Gambit (LOTM)
(BASED IN THE WORLD OF LORD OF THE MYSTERIES) Andrei Hayes's life was a different kind of hell-a slow grind of debt and disappointment. When he shatters a shop window to steal a strange, spiral-marked coin, he doesn't expect it to be a one-way ticket to a new one. He awakens in the body of Lutz Fischer, a cunning street swindler who just hanged himself over a debt he couldn't pay. Now, Andrei is indentured to the Harbor Vipers, a brutal gang led by a Beyonder who sees him as a disposable tool. To survive, he must embrace the role of a Marauder, using a thief's instincts and a scholar's mind to navigate a world of brutal Beyonders and cosmic horrors. But his goal isn't just to pay off the debt. It's to steal everything from the gang that owns him: their secrets, their riches, and ultimately, his freedom. In a harbor city steeped in corruption, a single clever man is about to upset the balance of power.
The Thief Prince
Draven Veyr lives in the shadows of Arvalon, a thief so bold the city whispers his name like a curse. Handsome, cunning, dangerous-he is the phantom who slips through walls, steals from nobles, and laughs at the guards who never catch him. But when he lifts a relic from the High Temple, luck turns to curse. His magic falters. Shadows betray him. Worse still, his friends dare him to do the unthinkable: steal from the empire's golden heir, Prince Theron. At the victory banquet, Draven walks straight into the lion's den wearing a noble's mask. One smile too sharp, one glance too long-and the knight prince sees through him. Between cursed relics, royal suspicion, and a dangerous spark neither can deny, Draven must decide if legend is worth the noose tightening around his neck. Thrones glitter. Shadows whisper. And the Thief Prince is about to discover that some treasures are more dangerous than gold. Author's note: "A thief never works alone. I wrote this tale with the help of an AI scribe-sharpening words, polishing scenes, but always guided by my hand."
The Midnight Storm (A New Dawn #2)
[Book 2] Growing up isn't easy, especially not when you're Crown Prince Sebastian, heir to the Greenlander throne. While the God of Wrath reigns at court, the prince only finds empty seats at the dinner table. His once so close friends, Alex and Nick are fighting for their lives on opposite sides of the country, and King Thomas is becoming more secluded and paranoid by the day. When seemingly all hope is lost, Sebastian gets help from an unexpected source. Hundreds of miles more north, Fox is battling the implications of being a royal bastard. The young Fire Magician doesn't know whether to pledge allegiance to his half-brother or to King Ariel. And then a third royal arrives in Silvermark, a Prince from Ice...Zakończone
The Tyrant Of The Seven Seas☠⚓
~Beautiful things always have the ugliest scars~ ⚓⚓⚓ ⚓⚓⚓ Celestiel Balahan, first born princess of Icartha, is forced to be wed to the cold-hearted and infamous Sebastian Blackbeard, the tyrant of the seven seas, king of Calabran and pirate King. A broken angel, obsessed with the idea of true love. Sebastian Blackbeard, a man of logic, cursed from birth. He desires only one thing...for this curse to be lifted, even at any cost. A man with a vision. A woman with delusions. Bound together by fate, marriage, and the sea. The tides are bound to be unpredictable...ain't it?Zakończone
Thieves of the crown
The kingdom of Orovia bleeds. Every harvest season, the Frost royals send their imperials to strip villages bare. Gold. Crops. Heirlooms. Even lives. Everything claimed in the name of the crown. Alexandra Beaumont has lost enough. When the king opens the army to new recruits, she seizes her chance. Not to serve, but to steal. Beneath the armor of a royal soldier, she hides a secret mission: infiltrate the castle, reclaim what was stolen, and return it to the people who were robbed of everything. But she is not alone. A band of outcasts forms at her side, bound by vengeance and hope. By day, they wear the king's colors. By night, they become shadows on the sea. Pirates who raid treasuries, kingdoms, and crowns themselves. Rebels carving justice out of theft. Yet betrayal stalks the rebellion as closely as the royals do. And when Alexandra's heart tangles with Asher Knight-the general's son, her greatest threat, and her greatest ally-loyalties blur, danger sharpens, and every stolen heartbeat could be her last. In a world where rebellion is treason and love is forbidden, Alexandra must decide how much she's willing to sacrifice to take back a kingdom drowning in frost.
Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.
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