The Forgotten Runes
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Lost symbols. Hidden meanings. Ancient whispers waiting to be uncovered.
The Forgotten Runes isn't just a book, it's a journey into the past, where every chapter brings a new fragment of history, a glimpse into forgotten lives, and a lesson in the runes that shaped them. Through scattered tales of kings and warriors, of secrets buried in time, you'll learn the mysteries behind these symbols, their meanings, and the power they once held.
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This isn't a professional book or a deep historical study lmao, just something I wrote for fun. No intense plot, just simple, unplanned stories.
If you're curious, stick around. Maybe you'll enjoy the journey, or maybe you won't.
Either way, welcome to The Forgotten Runes.
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Whispering Memories (Discontinued/Being Rewritten)
Whispers of stories passes down through the ages, the legends of humans once roaming the lands. The humans were almost forgotten, forgotten from time and the memories of those that lived. Who wrote these legends? No one remember. Why was the humans brought down to near Extinctions? No one who knew would dare recall such memories. Nor the conflicting pain they caused to those that resides in the realms. What will happen now? We will have to find out our selves, come along now, a story is just starting is it not?Kumpleto
The Life The Villainess Left Me
Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.Kumpleto
Queen of Silence and Ruin
High in a castle, where the walls never remember warmth, there is a room not spoken of. It sits behind velvet drapes and locked doors, tucked between the west tower and the chapel that hasn't known prayer in decades. No one goes there now. Not the maids. Not the priests. Not even the king. But once, there was a secret kept there. She was born with quiet in her bones, a child spun from porcelain and bloodline. Promised before her first breath, bartered before she could speak. They raised her in silence, trained her in fear. She learned early that disobedience was louder than screams. That beauty meant stillness. That girls who wanted anything burned. She was a perfect pupil. The governess fed her manners with a silver spoon. The priest taught her to fold her hands, never her spine. The tutor, he taught her to fear her own voice. They called her Little Dove. Not because she was sweet, but because she was caged. Wings clipped before she ever flew. She was taught to listen, never ask. To smile, never speak. To suffer, and never let it show. But secrets rot in silence. And even a dove, locked long enough in the dark, learns to bite. They never noticed when she stopped blinking. Never felt the moment the stillness turned inward sharp, feral, waiting. By the time they betrothed her to a man three times her age, it was already too late. She had begun to remember her name. And one day soon, the castle would remember her too, not as the girl they silenced, but as the woman who made the walls bleed for ever daring to forget her.
The Forgotten nameless and the elf princess
Long ago, the Void claimed a soul of humankind, stripping away their name, their history, their face. All memory of them faded from the world, save for the chorus of whispers the Void left behind. Thus they became The Nameless Whispered One - forgotten, yet forever haunted. But though the Void unmade them, it also left them tools. The Nameless moved like a shadow across stone, their steps forgotten as soon as they were made. Doors barred to others opened at their touch, for no lock remembered to resist them. Their daggers struck unseen, their enemies already fallen before their names could be spoken. Where others saw a curse, the Nameless carried silence as a blade. Yet even shadows need an anchor. In the halls of the evergreen court lived a princess, ageless as the trees from which her crown was carved. Her memory was unbroken, her gaze unshaken. Where all others forgot the Nameless moments after meeting them, the princess remembered. Always. She walked beside them when no one else could. She stayed their hand when the whispers urged blood. She gave them a place in her story, when they had none of their own. The people feared her choice. They whispered that she risked her throne and her immortal line by binding herself to a soul touched by the Void. But still she kept the Nameless at her side - the forgotten blade and the eternal princess. Together they became a legend: one lost, one unyielding. The Nameless slipped through shadows, unseen and unremembered, while the princess stood radiant, the only one who could call them back from the abyss. And so the tale is told: when a shadow passes silently through the forest and no one recalls its shape, it is the Nameless at work. And when you see a lone princess walking the moonlit woods, know she is not alone - for her memory is the one chain the Void itself could not break.
𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍, The Vampire Diaries
"Some love stories end in blood. This one never ended at all." ⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧ She was born with a purpose. She just didn't choose it. Fable thought she was safe. But when memories that aren't hers begin to surface, a spirit coming back to reclaim what was hers. a powerful witch who defied the Original vampires a thousand years ago. As Fable is pulled deeper into the orbit of Klaus Mikaelson and his fractured family, the line between past and present begins to fracture. And the men who once loved Sable, Klaus and his brother Caelan, circle her again, each with their own secrets and sins. One wants redemption. One wants control. And one may have betrayed Sable to her death. Because if Sable returns fully... the Originals won't be the only ones who fall. ♡︎ by axgelpetrova
Swedish Mess
A young lady, full of adventurous energy, meets one of the bosses of a Swedish gang. The leader of the clan finds the girl similar to his deceased girlfriend. Is it just an accident, or is there something else the readers will reveal? There are many secrets the main characters find out about each other. Life is a roller coaster. Some notes from the author 1. I apologize for my English, if you find some mistakes in the book. English isn't my native language, yet I work on myself day by day. 2. The book includes a rich vocabulary of informal language, cussing and violent and erotic scenes. Make sure you are ready to read all of the scenes I've mentioned above. 3. Some dialogues are meant to be in different languages, although they are written in English, so the reader can understand the whole meaning. 4. New chapters will possibly be updated every week. Enjoy reading 🫶🏾Kumpleto
Challenging the Lycan King: Alpha's Unwanted Mate
In Farmstead Village, I thought I understood love... until it destroyed everything. When I saved a wounded wolf, I ignored every warning, drawn to his piercing eyes and the secrets they hide. But the night he transformed into a man, my world shattered. His voice was thunder, his fury a storm, and his words branded my soul: 'Welcome to your worst nightmare.' Now, with danger closing in and my heart caught in the crossfire, I must face the truth-did I save a beast, or unleash the king of monsters?
Once Upon a Fairytale
Avoid looking into those golden eyes. One look is enough and you will be lost forever. Once upon a time, beyond the forests and mountains, where the leaves always wore the color of autumn, a girl with great talent grew up, with her mother and father. One day, however, their happiness was stolen by tragedy. Her mother fell ill and death called her to the other side. Nothing was the same anymore. Her father remarried. And in the end, time took him away too. Iris was left alone with her stepmother and stepsister. They made her a maid, a slave. A prisoner of a life she hated. But something deep inside her prevented her from leaving the house she grew up in - her home. There, as a child, she created all the miracles with her mother and wanted to continue doing so, to give joy to those less fortunate. Like when she made a dress for the butcher's wife, whom her husband no longer loved, that made her irresistible to him again. Or when she made a shirt for her best friend Jace that was supposed to protect him from the edge of swords, since he liked to provoke the royal guards. Her little secret. But one day, her peaceful life decides to take a completely different direction and everything goes wrong. She meets a prince. She helps her stepsister win him for herself. And ancient family secrets get involved when a demon she is magically bonded with appears. A long-hidden story begins to unfold before her, revealing the truth about her mother, her ancient ancestors, and herself. And it all started with her simply taking off the necklace she should never have taken off.Kumpleto
𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: harry potter
"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.
Storm Island Expedition
A fantasy/fan-fiction from the world of Runescape and the Tales From a Guild Member collection. The storms and monsters that ravaged the Wushanko Isles had cleared, allowing for exploration and trade to once again go out. Adventurers of all sorts would set out to make a name for themselves for fame, riches, glory, or whatever their paths would allow. To the Northeast, when those same storms cleared, another Isle became clear. But unlike the Wushanko Isles, Harmony, or any of the dotted islands controlled by the pirates, this one didn't appear on any maps. This isle seemed lost even to rumors or legend.Kumpleto
Whispers of stories passes down through the ages, the legends of humans once roaming the lands. The humans were almost forgotten, forgotten from time and the memories of those that lived. Who wrote these legends? No one remember. Why was the humans brought down to near Extinctions? No one who knew would dare recall such memories. Nor the conflicting pain they caused to those that resides in the realms. What will happen now? We will have to find out our selves, come along now, a story is just starting is it not?
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