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//He had my hands pinned tightly above my head as I squirmed beneath him. The blade twisting between his fingers. He held it up to my throat. I was afraid but refused to show it. "Hurt me." I said between gritted teeth. He just gave me a sorrowful glance before driving the dagger into my flesh.// This is no story of love and happiness. This is a story of death and destruction. One of a man and woman who met one night and not only changed the lives of themselves, but the lives of a whole world of people. One was fire and one was water. They were perfectly balanced. Until one night when the sun fell just below the tip of the tallest castle, the balance faltered, and all hell broke loose. Fire on fire. This is no memorable story that was told on for generations after. No. This is a story of the forgotten. ------------------------------------------- The prince and princess are forced to marry out of their fathers hatred for one another. Yet, there's a falter to the plan and murder gets involved. Will the two be able to put aside years of pent up hatred, or will love conquer all? #2 in tragiclovestory Socials: @0fficialcrystalwebb on tiktok

[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

On her eighteenth birthday, Guinevere was cursed to transform into a sea monster whenever the sun sets. Hidden away in a tower, she waited for her salvation. When an Elfin man appeared, she believed he was a knight in shinning armor, ready to save her and break her curse. Only he's not a knight, but an assassin known as The Raven. And he's been sent here to kill her. Blessed by Nevermore, Patron of Ravens and the god of Death himself, Knox was turned into a Demigod to carry out the god's bidding whenever needed. Thanks to his powers, he was able to make money as an assassin to pay off his family debt. When someone offers him more gold than he's ever seen to kill a monster, he immediately takes the job. Only the monster is also a young Princess. A talkative one at that. Instead of murder, they strike up a deal. Knox helps her regain her throne and break the curse put on her and she pays him quadruple what he's been promised. A purely transactional and completely temporary arrangement. Except Guinevere is determined to befriend him at all costs. Despite how standoffish and unfriendly Knox seems to be. *Cover from Pinterest NOT MY OWN ARTWORK* Trigger Warning: Murder/Death and Toxic Relationships

Tale's From The Unknown Series, #1 | Ok, how should I explain all of this to you...? I am being discriminated against by all of the kingdom's highest attribute ranks because of my wind attribute, which they considered the lowest rank in our kingdom. Five years ago, after my mother committed suicide and my father was betrayed by humans, my only goal is to make everyone suffer, including humans, or so I thought... My name is Dlarim and let me tell you how my life went into a nightmare, then became a fairytale, then back into a nightmare again. ______________________________________________________________ Cover by: _NightWolf_ Started: 01/31/2025 Finished Date: 01/31/2026 ( A/N: All art in the story belongs to their respected owners. None of the art here belongs to mine. But this storyline is my original piece )

"My purpose was clear, my power absolute, my senses attuned to the subtle symphony of sin and suffering. But then... an inexplicable anomaly shattered the familiar cadence of my reality. A soul, inexplicably pilfered from my very grasp, led me to a creature of unbridled chaos, a being unlike any I have ever encountered. Her scent, her very touch, assails my senses and twists my being into an unfamiliar, agonizing torment. My ancient wrath, once a formidable instrument of order, now battles against an overwhelming, inexplicable pull. I pursue answers with relentless intent, striving to categorize her, to understand the source of this disquieting influence that threatens my control and the very fabric of my existence. I am left to question if I am truly losing my millennia-honed grip, or if this creature is, indeed, the most exquisite form of chaos I am doomed to endure."

A girl's on the run as she needs to get away as she has everything she owns in trunks making her to remain hidden as a magical barrier hides her before she falls into an ocean and she's found on a beach by someone making her to wake up in a school infirmary making her to be scared until she saw him again. She remembers seeing him at the beach; a boy with wolf ears and tail before she fainted, but he's gone territorial on her when she's asleep making five to show up to calm him down. She saw one of the three adults making her to recognized one of them before she magical vanished as she did that to hug the one she knows. It's making him to hug her tightly and glares at the other one to let her join the school mkaing him to explain only Dark Mirror choses, but they can have her 'transferred' over from any school she goes to which's the major problem as she never ever went to any, but she's activity hiding from the Headmaster of Hogwarts. What's going to happen to her on? Will she be accepted into the school or will she be sent to Hogwarts to do one year before joining? Who's the man she recognized? And why is the Hogwarts Headmaster chasing after her? Find out in the story. Enjoy, everyone!

You shouldn't tempt a goddess. Eleanor knows very well not to draw attention to herself, especially not from the ruthless Soliste. Ever since a bargain binds her to their city, the goddess demands a sacrifice. Each year she is back for more, and those who are picked suffer a horrendous fate. The goddess doesn't know mercy, she only knows hunger. Still, Eleanor deems herself save from the curse, just like many do. Because it is never someone you know who pays the price. It is never you. Until it is. ⚠️𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ Although this book doesn't contain smut, there are some graphic descriptions of violence that might make it unsuitable for some readers. Given English isn't my first language, it might also have some "triggering" spelling and grammar errors.

[ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴍᴀʟᴇғɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ] What has basked in brilliance must one day learn the hush of shadows. What has danced in the light must also feel the cold embrace of the night. Equinox. A balance. Equal parts of light and dark. This is the story of a girl who lived her life in the sun's radiance, only to fall in the night's gentle insistence. This is the story of a fairy who lived his life brightly, only for it to be veiled by betrayal. So let us tell an old story anew, and we will see how well you know it. For even the brightest light can falter, even the warmest heart can grow bitter. But it's the return from those dark nights that matter. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~ (DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maleficent. All rights go to Disney.) #1 in equinox 10/06/2025 #117 in fairies 10/07/2025 #8 in whimsical 10/11/2025 #4 in whimsical 10/18/2025 #10 in magical creatures 11/04/2025

The chains that hold one down are not always visible, just like the relentless chains of fate and luck. Diarmuid, a skilled and feared Celtic lancer and a dual - wielder finds himself captured by the Roman troops invading his lands, and shipped away to a Roman city. Enslaved and tortured, he still proves his strength and fierceness in the gladiators arena, charming the eyes of the City's commander and his cousin, both at bad terms with each other, waging a deceptive battle to use the lancer with the vague promise of freedom that slowly starts to dance along the complicated relationships from his present and past, the glory of the hails at the arena, slowly fading into the simple premise of settling and habituation.