Gwyn Stories

new friends- new horrors- new dangers- if one wishes to survive, they must remember these three rules. -trust no one -death means nothing -ALWAYS PRAISE THE SUN! i dont jack shit unless i say i do

Chapter 1/10 out now! Subject to changes. This was my first attempt at a fantasy novel, with inspirations from stories like LotR and the Witcher. I hope you enjoy it, and as I finish more chapters, more of the book will be released!

Gwynriel Headcanons and Oneshots *all characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Exile of the Clave picks up immediately following the events of Prince of the Courts and follows Sera as she desperately searches for answers across the globe. Rayce struggles with the burden on his shoulders and the weight of his new memories as his Morgenstern legacy threatens to consume him in a spiral of madness. Alec, Jace and Magnus must find a way to hold together a shattered Clave as they run from their enemies while Clary works to unravel the oldest secrets of the Shadowhunters before it's too late... Amazing cover and chapter art created by @shadowhunters-inspire-me on Tumblr, or @sebastard.morgenstern on Instagram -- Follow her for more amazing Shadowhunter edits! (Update - May 23/17: Please note that Prince of the Courts, Exile of the Clave, and Blood of the Hunt were written after the release of Lady Midnight, but before Lord of Shadows.)

The mischievous dark prince everyone knows, has a deep secret. One he insists is strictly his own business-because his masked pride hides far too much. Everyone don't know who Bel actually is behind the mask he puts up all the time. Will someone find out? *A journey of secrets and Bel meeting a few familiar faces* ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

One mistake can change everything Even friends can hurt us to

A tribute in writing to the last moments in Lordran and to the final boss that I found unbeatable for quite some time

Gwyn and Azriel once had a week-long fling at a music festival where they were both performing. It was supposed to be a no strings attached kind of thing, so they both tried to put it behind them when the festival ended and their groups moved on. Five years later, when a snowstorm drives the band Legends Written to seek shelter, they wind up at a bed and breakfast where Gwyn now lives with her daughter. It's not long before Az puts two and two together when it comes to the clever, friendly five-year-old with the long black hair and her mother's eyes. Throw in a local music venue/theater that needs an influx of cash to stay afloat, some small town holiday traditions, an upcoming Nutcracker performance, and a dash of friendly intervention, and it's a recipe for a Christmas Hallmark-esque romance for Azriel and Gwyn. Modern AU plus Band AU plus Hallmark (let's just throw it all in there like it's an AU experiment)

Peace: a state of mutual harmony between people or group. Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Zombie: the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose. All these things live in Gwyn's life. This story doesn't circle around the apocalypse, it circles around Gwyn Valentine's life, how she makes it out of the dreadful road death has made for here in Terra Grande, how she falls for the most perfect guy, the mistakes she makes, and the lack of peace that follows her. So yes this is a zombie story, but that's not all it is, It's a Valentine story (not the holiday).

Fanfic about Gwyn and Azriel from ACOTAR (All characters owned by Sarah J. Mass

Azriel is spiraling and shutting everyone out. Ever since that night on Winter Solstice, Azriel has been going in deeper and deeper, and even his brothers fail to pull him out of the void he has fallen into. Gwyn's life is better than ever. Her days are full, her nights are spent, and she's one of the three most famous female Valkyries who managed to conquer the Illyrian Blood Rite. But something's missing, some part of her heart that's not satisfied with her days. As Briallyn's forces gather under the command of the old death god Koschei and war is threatening to break out again, Gwyn and Azriel may have to battle the monsters within first to make sure they make it out of this new conflict alive. Disclaimer; All characters belong to Sarah J Maas.

100 anos se passaram desde a guerra de Hybern, todos seguiram suas vidas, se casaram e construíram suas próprias famílias, menos Tarquin. O Grão- senhor da corte estival não encontrou ninguém com quem dividir a vida e seus problemas. Até que por acaso do destino seu caminho se cruza com o de Damaris uma moradora de Adriata que se mudou para a corte estival depois da guerra deixando para trás sua casa e seu emprego como espiã da corte noturna. Quando uma fuga ocorre em uma prisão interdimensional ameaçando a paz que eles conquistaram, Damaris e a corte estival se juntam para combater o ser maligno que agora, habita Prythian. Plagio é crime- Segundo o Código Penal (artigo 184), o plagiador está sujeito a multa e até a detenção, de três meses a um ano. Se você encontrar esta obra em qualquer plataforma que não seja o wattpad, denuncie ou entre em contato comigo para que eu tome as devidas atitudes. Todos os personagens com exceção da Damaris pertencem a obra Corte de Espinhos e Rosas da Sarah j. Maas

he's still in love with the ghost of who she used to be, so he goes to find it (really amazing cover by @bateaux)

Gwynriel Fan Fic - 18+, TW warnings, Read at own risk

"It's a horrible color. Why don't you see it like the rest of our society does?" "Gwynerie," He says softly. I don't look up so he repeats himself, only more sternly this time around. "Gwynerie." He grabs my chin gently and forces me to look up from the ground and into his dazzling green eyes. "I know most people say horrible things, but that is only because they are jealous. Do you realize how rare it is to have your hair and freckles? It is old and expired views that some people still carry with them today about red hair and freckles being 'ugly'." "They aren't wrong." "No! They are the definition of wrong," he urges and sighs. "Gwynerie Murphy. You're magnificent. I knew it the second I bumped into you." We stay like that with his hand under my chin for a moment without saying a word before he breaks the silence. "You're gorgeous." ******* In a land, one far from everything that we know and love, people in society are ranked by their superficial features; the way their hair looks, the form of their faces, their body shapes, and their overall beauty. Anyone with red hair-ugly. Anyone with freckles-ugly. Girls are not allowed to be taller than 5'8; boys are not allowed to be shorter than 5'8. If any of these cases are true? You are dropped right down to the bottom rank of society. Luckily enough for Gwynerie Murphy, she hits all three markers. She has red hair, freckles, and a height of 5'11. It really is luck though when she manages to get into a school built for only the most beautiful people. Come to think of it, doesn't this kind of sound like our world too? ******* Cover by Me (cover submissions accepted!) [Began: February 9th, 2020} [Completed: TBA]

Jake and Hoon were childhood bestfriends. But they grew apart when the former's family decided to migrate to Australia. 15 years later, they reconnected. At first, they became enemies, then friends until they became love birds. They were happy. Their circle of friends were happy. But some people were not. Matty, Jake's stepmother offered Hoon a large amount of money in exchange for him to let go Jake and let the latter marry Hanna, the daughter of a business tycoon. Will Hoon sell his love for Jake? Will they remain unbothered given the objection of many? Disclaimer: All characters and events are from the author's creative mind. Plagiarism is a crime. All rights reserved P.S. this is TAGLISH Date Started: October 20, 2021 Date Ended: December 07, 2021