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CHEVALRESQUE

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amour aventure chevalier royaume sorcier voyage

Les sorciers ont été exterminés lors d'une nuit sanglante, un jeune homme élevé parmi les chevaliers ignore tout de son véritable héritage. Dix-sept ans après la tragédie, Lorian, orphelin recueilli par le roi, est sur le point de recevoir son grade de chevalier. Mais une force mystérieuse, tapie au fond de lui, menace de tout bouleverser.

Tiraillé entre son devoir et ses sentiments pour la fille du roi, Eléa, avec qui il a grandi, Lorian devra découvrir la vérité sur ses origines. Dans un monde où magie et loyauté s'opposent, il partira à la recherche d'un équilibre oublié entre sorciers et chevaliers.

Mais que se passera-t-il lorsque la vérité éclatera et que son passé se révèlera à lui ? Peut-il rétablir la paix entre deux mondes brisés ou est-il voué à devenir l'ennemi de ceux qu'il aime ?Alle rechten voorbehouden

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Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

A supposed tyrant's daughter (ACOTAR) door inyourselves

I thought I had died on my way home from work and that the gods had blessed me with a loving father in the afterlife. I was ready to accept that where I now stood was simply an illusion-an afterlife crafted just for me. How could I have known that my soul had traveled to another world? A world inside a book. I must have sinned greatly for the gods to abandon me, leaving me in this hellish place where I have to fight for my life every single day. I have no cousins who see me as family, no mother I can depend on. My home is filled with two-faced faes, and to make matters worse, my father's favorite general has taken it upon herself to act as some kind of mother figure, filled with hatred. The woman whose body I now possess was supposed to be dead. My death should have been the breaking point for my loving father-the event that turned him into a cruel, evil villain for the protagonist to defeat over 100 years later. Now, I am trapped in the book series I had read only because my friend loved it. And I can barely recall key details because I never bothered to read it carefully. It was already a horrible story riddled with many plot holes. And being stuck in it? It's even worse-especially as someone who wasn't even mentioned in the book because she was supposed to die early on. ~.~ This is a transmigration ACOTAR story set before Amarantha was sent as an emissary to Prythian. While the war over slavery has already occurred, I've altered the timeline and some details about the war's history. I also dislike the trope of a "truly evil" villain whose sole purpose is to justify the plot of a war or the extension of a series. With this story, I want to give the villain a backstory-a name and depth-saving him from the same mediocre depiction of a tyrant.

Trusting The Treacherous Renegade door DressTakeItOff

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The Shepherd: The Struggle For Power And Freedom door WhoeverThisManIs2014

"Ten years ago, they summoned me to save their dying dynasty. They got something else entirely." Louis LaVoie was just a 22-year-old engineering student when the Empire of Fiercœur tore him from his world. They wanted a hero. They needed a savior. They got a murderer. "I loathe my old world. There, men are abandoned by society, left weak and purposeless. Here in Fiercœur, I found what I truly am." In a realm where three dynasties tear each other apart in brutal civil war, Louis discovers that his greatest weapon isn't the mysterious power to summon objects from his world. It's something far more dangerous: the ability to turn back time, keeping only his memories of what's to come. Taking advantage of mistakes that never happen. "When someone fights you, you don't defend your honor. You defend your life." But power comes at a price. As Louis transforms from soft student to hardened warrior, he must navigate deadly politics, nomadic horse archers, and the brutal training that forges Fiercœurois soldiers into living weapons. "I decide which sheep live and die. As long as I have a flock to lead." The Cœurvaillant Dynasty is outnumbered. Their enemies are closing in. And their supposed savior has learned that in Fiercœur, mercy is earned through strength, not given through weakness. "Violence works. When it works, it's extremely potent." Some called him hero. Others called him monster. He calls himself Fiercœurois. "I am proud of what I've become. I don't care if you hate me for it." From brilliant student to merciless commander, witness the transformation of a man who found his true nature in a world that celebrates becoming strong. Welcome to Fiercœur. Where proud hearts forge empires in blood. Cover made by @yeeetrt

The Lost Life of Laraine door BearGoRawr

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The unreachable mountain door Growened

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The Takeover door MsBooks17

Sanya's mother was murmured by her first husband, whom she had not divorced and she learned that she has a brother, but her brother doesn't know about it, and he hates her ~~~ "Does the name Daisy summers Whyte ring a bell?" Ask Ranaldo with his arms cross "Nope, who is she?" Sanya asks, successfully hiding her emotion "She's your mother," Pervious known as Cantralot Heirs "You must be confused," Sanya said "Don't pretend like you don't know her, I know you know her," Ranaldo said through gritted teeth. Sanya started laughing. "What's so funny?" Ranaldo asked her. She looked on him and shook her head, she look up to the sky, sniffed and then said "you know I've tried so hard to tell you, but all I get is rejection, rejection and more rejection" Sanya cried "I've been through a lot and I have protected you more times than you know. You want to know the truth, fine, your father kill our mother and put me in a coma. When I got out I searched everywhere for my brother but I couldn't find him so I went back to Cantralot. I was so sad, my father wasn't my father anymore, I was so, so frustrated I even thought about taking my own life but I hung in there. On the first day of school, I met my brother. Well, you know how that turns out." Sanya finished angrily "I'm sorry," Ranaldo apologized "The following day, I was on my way to school. I got surrounded by cars. Then he came out, my nightmare he asked me for his son and I told him I don't know so he shot me in my leg and left me to bleed out, but Jevaun saved me" "Jevaun?" "Yes." "Sanya, I'm sorry." "You're too late"

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"Goodbye Curly Head" cover

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Trusting The Treacherous Renegade cover

The Shepherd: The Struggle For Power And Freedom cover

The Lost Life of Laraine cover

The unreachable mountain cover

LIFE IS A CHOICE cover

The Takeover cover

"Goodbye Curly Head"

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)