Sweet Sorrows
- Leituras 19
- Votos 3
- Capítulos 3
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Frej Rising (After Death Chronicles) | MxM |
Dark Historical Fantasy | Vampire | Romance | LGBTQ+ Frej was the seer's apprentice. He was supposed to be the link between the gods and his village. But when he was chosen to be sacrificed, he didn't decline. He revelled in being chosen for such an honour; an audience with Freja herself. Except it's not the Norse deity of Love that greets him when he wakes on his sacrificial pyre: it's the Aztec deity of Death; Xipe Totec. After spending a month together in a small cabin, they're in love. Frej is whisked away from Dania to East Anglia, having to leave his Viking ways behind and enter higher society, ruled by politics he's entirely ignorant about. Frej is eager to learn from his lover, but it proves harder than he realised. Having to fight for their relationship, everything is put to the test; Frej's sanity, his humanity, his beliefs and everything he thought he stood for. Giving in to the deity is too easy. Giving in to the night is not, when you're born in fire. ____________ Featured on @WattVampires' March Madness showcase. Featured on @HistoricalFiction's "Historical Fantady/Fairytales" reading list.Concluída
Claimed by the Viking
It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.Concluída
Aether
his is the story of how we first met. Not like all those other times we met for the first time, when I thought I knew you. It was when I knew it was you. When I knew that I never wanted to forget you. Do you remember? Our paths were endless but we chose each other. We had no idea how powerful we were. But the beauty of our love remains to this day. So I write the story of us to awaken you to me. And I whisper wishes to the stars that you come home. This is the story of how a boy fell in love with a girl. How the light fell in love with the dark.
Fantasy Kingdoms
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Dark Historical Fantasy | Vampire | Romance | LGBTQ+ Frej was the seer's apprentice. He was supposed to be the link between the gods and his village. But when he was chosen to be sacrificed, he didn't decline. He revelled in being chosen for such an honour; an audience with Freja herself. Except it's not the Norse deity of Love that greets him when he wakes on his sacrificial pyre: it's the Aztec deity of Death; Xipe Totec. After spending a month together in a small cabin, they're in love. Frej is whisked away from Dania to East Anglia, having to leave his Viking ways behind and enter higher society, ruled by politics he's entirely ignorant about. Frej is eager to learn from his lover, but it proves harder than he realised. Having to fight for their relationship, everything is put to the test; Frej's sanity, his humanity, his beliefs and everything he thought he stood for. Giving in to the deity is too easy. Giving in to the night is not, when you're born in fire. ____________ Featured on @WattVampires' March Madness showcase. Featured on @HistoricalFiction's "Historical Fantady/Fairytales" reading list.
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