Duty Stories

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

The time when Rome returned!! With some jealousy!! And a roller-coaster ride of emotions.

just stories about our beloved Anuseena. you need to vote and comment or the content will stop I am very consistent with my work my imagination running wild down the streets. please show your love as my feet hurt.

Sgt. Alona Balmorez is an ordinary simple girl in town not until a tragedy comes to her family. She was forced to change then trained to be an assassin and soon become a soldier. In the midst of a secret mission, duty first but danger comes along with it. Alquid Cowell, an ex-military who somehow became the head of the Security Group. He doesn't care about anyone after his parents' death. He had to work with Balmorez. Death always follows on their missions, past histories were revealed. Now, the government is after them but they're working on one of their ministers. What will happen if a mission becomes more critical and personal? Can they escape from their fate? How long can they do their duties as a team when they start turning against each other due to a tragic past? A/N: This is pure fiction. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

the story revolves around Miyu Kuchiba a student with lowest score during the entrance exam. yet the principal who knew about her mysterious past still placed her. in the Class 1-A Where She meets Five girls in that class that have a massive reputation on them. How will this the bottom o the barrel freshmen will fit with her peers

❝I would run through a fire Just to be by your side If your heart's on the line You could take mine It's crazy, but it's true There's nothing I won't do I'd risk it all for you❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- An alien invasion pushes the bond between Lee Da-Hee and Do Soo-Cheol. Causing them to confront fear, sacrifice, and what truly matters. Will they survive the chaos together, or will their final act be giving everything to protect one another? ─────────────────── ˗ˏˋ𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓓𝓸 𝓢𝓸𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵.ᐟ ─────────────────── AUTHOR NOTES!! -Slow Updates -No mature scenes -All feedback will be very appreciated! Published:? Finished:?

In a world shaped by wings, magic, and war, history is written by those who survive it. A kingdom once believed untouchable has fallen into legend, its truths buried beneath ash and contradiction. An ancient force-known only as the Absolut-moves from life to life, binding itself to mortals and reshaping the fate of nations. Some call it salvation. Others remember it as catastrophe. As old alliances fracture and forgotten powers stir, survivors are drawn together by wounds they do not yet understand. In the shadow of ruined castles and trembling mountains, the past refuses to remain silent-and the future watches, waiting to be claimed. What was recorded is not what was lived. What was lost may yet return.

Yuvraj Rudraksh of Malayanthra has never questioned his destiny. Born to rule, trained to obey duty, his future was written long before he could choose otherwise. Until Aparajita enters his life. Daughter of a minister, fierce in conviction and unafraid of consequence, Aparajita believes action matters more than restraint - unlike Rudraksh. When their paths cross, love takes root in a palace where loyalty is tested, secrets breathe in silence, and ambition hides behind smiles. Within the walls of Malayanthra, promises are whispered, rivals watch from the shadows, and politics bleed into personal lives. As conspiracies tighten their grip and duty demands sacrifice, Rudraksh and Aparajita must decide what they are willing to lose. For the crown. For the kingdom. And for each other. Started - 18 January 2026

As Yuvraj Vatsaraja ventured deeper into the forest with his followers, a soft, melodic sound floated in the trees. It was enchanting and ethereal causing him to halt his horse and halt his horse and listen intently. He motioned his followers to remain quiet. His heart racing with curosity. Senapati Simukh : " Yuvraj, we should not stop here". But Vatsraja could not move ; he was drawn towards the source of the melody. As he crept forward, he pushed aside the thick foliage and emerged into a clearing. There, before him, was a breathtaking sight-a magnificent waterfall, the water cascading down the rocks with a thunderous roar, creating a crystal-clear pool below. And amidst this natural splendor, he saw her. Rajkumari Chandralobbe sat gracefully on a swing.She was surrounded by her maids and cousins, but Vatsaraja's eyes were fixated on her. Her long hair flowed freely, cascading down her back like a dark river, and her laughter mingled harmoniously with the song. As she sang, "Achutam keshvam Ramnarayanam krishna Damodaram" Vatsaraja's heart, was captivated completely. Yuvraja Vatsaraja: "Simukh, who could she be?" Senapati Simukh: "Looks like a princess. " Vatsaraja felt as if he had stepped into a dream. Suddenly, a pair of maids playfully pushed the princess into the water. She shrieked in surprise but quickly joined the laughter, splashing about in the pool as other girls followed suit. The other maids, quickly encircled the water body with colorful opaque fabrics, creating a curtain for the princess's privacy. Guards: "You all must leave this place." Yuvraj Vatsaraja and quickly adopting the demeanor of humble commoners. Rajkumar Vatsaraja: "We beg your pardon. Who is the princess?" Guard: "It seems you are outsiders. She is Rajkumari Chandralobbe." Rajkumar Vatsaraja: "She will become our queen of Vajraashtra".

Agnika's life began like fire in the heart of the Gurukul-blazing, untamed, impossible to ignore. Her sword flashed, her bow sang, and every lesson tested not just her skill, but her courage. Laughter and rivalry danced beside her, friendships sparked and strained, and two hearts-one loyal, one elusive-pulled at her in ways she could not yet name. She moved through festivals alive with color and joy, through rivers that held secrets and silent promises, through battles and shadows that whispered of loss she could not escape. Arrows flew, choices twisted like currents, and every bond she forged carried weight she was only beginning to understand. Love, loyalty, ambition, and grief wove through her life, each step shaping the woman she was becoming. From the brilliance of youth to the quiet ache of destiny, from fleeting moments of joy to the echoes of grief and courage, Agnika's journey is a storm of fire, shadow, and unyielding strength. Every heartbeat, every glance, every flame within her drives a story that will endure long after the world has turned.

[ Aerion Targayren x OC ] [Ser Duncan the Tall x OC ] Princess Aenora has always known her place: a life of duty, bound to a husband she despises. Cold, cruel Prince Aerion commands her obedience-but even his icy heart cannot shield her from the unexpected warmth of Ser Duncan, a knight as gentle as he is steadfast. Caught in a dangerous web of loyalty, love, and longing, Aenora must navigate the treacherous currents of court intrigue-and her own heart. Will she honour her vows, or risk everything for a chance at true happiness? A story of forbidden desire, hidden truths, and a love that could destroy-or save-them all.

She was born of earth. He was forged in fire. Together, they could burn the world-or save it. In the shattered realm of Elamira, magic is dying, and those who still wield it are hunted. Roselyn has learned to survive by hiding her gift, living quietly among mortals who would never guess what she is. Until the night she finds a bloodied stranger in the woods... and uses her magic to save him. Her mistake? He's the Fire King-a ruthless ruler feared across the lands. A man whose hands are stained with war... and whose eyes burn for her. Drawn into his dangerous world, Roselyn must navigate the deadly tension between them as kingdoms fall and power shifts in the shadows. But the closer she gets to him, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-his promises, his kindness... or the pull of something far darker. Because in a world built on ashes, love isn't salvation-it's the spark that starts the fire.

Bhishma, considered as a great warrior and made a great contribution in Mahabharata. He is renowned for his wisdom, valor, skills and his vows. He was devoted to his kingdom Hastinapur and his throne. But his vows and silence led to the downfall of the kingdom. What would happen if he "didn't take those oaths"? What would happen if he "raised his voice , protested in Dyut Sabha"? Did he have that power to stop the war of Mahabharat and if he had , why did he "remain silent" ?

Eight years ago, the prince left his kingdom as a boy. He returns to it as the Yuvraj. But home is no longer what he remembers. The palace stands the same, the people still cheer his name, and the crown awaits him with open arms... yet something within the kingdom has shifted-quietly, dangerously. And so has she. Once a headstrong girl who laughed too loudly and fought over the smallest things, she now stands as the protector of the kingdom-cold, precise, and untouchable. A shadow that never leaves the crown, yet never truly belongs to it. Bound by duty, divided by time, and haunted by a past neither of them speaks of, the two are forced back into each other's orbit as danger begins to stir within the walls they once called home. Assassination attempts. Hidden conspiracies. A past buried too deep. As the Yuvraj struggles to understand the kingdom he is destined to rule, he finds himself drawn not to the throne-but to the silence that surrounds him in shadows. Because some wounds do not fade with time. Some truths are not meant to stay buried. And some battles are not fought on the battlefield-but within the heart. - A story of power, loyalty, trauma, and a love that must find its way through duty, silence, and war.

He carried a gun for the nation. She carried a pen for the truth. Meera Sharma was everything society feared in a woman-fearless, outspoken, independent, and impossible to control. Her words exposed monsters hiding behind power. A proud devotee of Krishna, she believed faith was strength, not weakness. She bowed only to God and truth. Madhav Rathore was everything the nation admired in a man-disciplined, courageous, silent, and willing to die before he ever bowed. He carried duty in his bones and storms behind calm eyes. A man who chose the nation before himself. When a stubborn author collides with a decorated army officer from Haryana, sparks fly, egos clash, and hearts begin a war of their own. But love was never the problem. Duty was. Because some women are born to be heal... and some men are born to become legends. A story of love, sacrifice, pride, and the kind of goodbye that never truly ends. She prayed to Krishna. He prayed for his men to come home alive. She wrote revolutions. He lived them. A fearless author from Vrindavan. A silent soldier from Haryana. A love story caught between devotion and duty.

They loved each other in a way that never really ends. Not after goodbyes. Not after everything changes. It was never meant to hurt this much. Some stories make you smile. Some make you cry. This one does both sometimes in the same breath. This is a story about love, about loss, and about the space in between where people learn how to survive. If you're looking for a happy ending, you might still find one. Just not the kind you expect.

He is her fated mate. She is everything he hates. Kara Fletcher is the Wolven Huntress - a hunter turned werewolf, now protecting the very species she was trained to destroy. Alpha Chris Ashford lost his father to hunters barely a year ago. The grief is still raw. The rage still burns. When the mate bond ignites between them at a supernatural summit, it should be destiny. Instead, it's a living nightmare. Chris doesn't reject her - not officially. His duty to his pack won't let him. So he accepts her as his mate while hating every second of it, every breath she takes, every reminder of what hunters stole from him. Kara feels it all through their bond. The disgust. The resentment. The wish that fate had chosen anyone else. But she accepts her role as his Luna anyway - because his pack deserves stability, because her wolf deserves a mate, because walking away would prove every wolf right who said a hunter could never belong. Two people bound by fate, trapped by duty, burning with emotions neither can escape. But when hunters return with a vengeance and blood demands blood, their fragile bond will be tested in ways neither could imagine. Some sacrifices can't be undone. Some choices can't be forgiven. Can fate survive hate - or will it cost them everything?

This is another Ariya Fanfiction. This is a love story of a smart, sharp & strict ACP and a soft hearted, confident, hygiene freak research specialist. in the story they will not be Roshni. peep in to know more

Eleanor Whitcombe steps into the glittering world of London society with hope in her heart, determined to find more than wealth or title. Nathaniel, Duke of Ravenswood, carries the heavy burden of legacy and duty, convinced love is a luxury he cannot afford. When a single dance draws them together, whispers and choices intertwine, and both must decide if they will yield to expectation-or risk everything for a love neither expected.

From the couch, Dunk stirred and groaned, "Why does it smell like tequila and... wedding cake?" Joong looked down at his hand. And, Dunk looked at his...matching plastic rings. A silent beat passed between them. "...Did we do something stupid?" "Very," Joong muttered. Neither of them knew just how stupid it was. Not yet.