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❀ Spring [New Beginnings, Growth] ❀ Spring always comes quietly. The first flower blooms in an ordinary garden, the kind that people walk by without a second glance. But this one is different. It opens a door. As the seasons shift, secrets begin to unravel-rivals tied together by an ancient weapon that stubbornly refuses to stir unless they stand together, a dragon feared by all but hunted unfairly, a god forgotten for so long who has begun to interfere once more. Worlds collide. Legends come alive. Magic seeps into the ordinary. Spring is not merely a season in this world. It observes. It recalls. It decides. Some are drawn through doors hidden behind flower petals. Some fall in love with people who feel peculiarly, inexplicably familiar. Some are asked to safeguard that which the world insists must be destroyed. And some discover that destiny is not about strength-it's about who you'll stand beside when the world starts to bloom. 🌸❀ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 ❀🌸 is a tale of boundaries and gentleness, rivalry and loyalty, the subtle power of beginnings, and the things that stir when the world turns a new page. For once Spring learns your name, it never forgets. "And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul." ~John Muir.

The Mughal Emperor Jalal has only ever known death, betrayal and hate. He is heartless and cruel beyond measure and nothing dares touch him for he is the Devil with the face of an Angel. Until he sees HER. His Golden-eyed Angel- His saviour, who snatched him from the grasping arms of Death and showed him the light. Only when Jalal wakes, no one seems to remember anyone with Golden Eyes and from that moment an Obsession is born. This is the story of Jalal and Jodha- a story of how Love tamed two Lethal forces of nature and ushered in the Golden Age of Hindustan. Fitoor: A Deep Obsession or Madness for Someone.

What happens when a prophecy angel prince gets lost in the demon world? Nunew, the angel prince everyone fears, is taken from his golden palace and thrown into the land of demons. There he meets Zee, a powerful demon who was exiled for being born from forbidden love. As the old prophecy begins to wake up, a dangerous bond forms between light and darkness. A love that the world will never accept. Because some destinies are not meant to be followed. They are meant to be broken. ✦───────────────✦ 📅 Start Date: 19 February 2026 📅 End Date : ? 📖 Total Chapters: ? 📚 Genre: Demon × Angel | Soft love | Fictional world | Romantic Fantasy | Magical Realism | Bl ✅ Status: Ongoing ✦───────────────✦ ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes, magical world, mythological creatures. 🔞 Read at your own risk. ✦───────────────✦ Copyright ©2026 ZNNVERSE All rights reserved 🚫 Do not copy, rewrite, translate, or use this story for any kind of commercial purpose. ❌ Any reproduction or distribution without permission is strictly prohibited. ✦───────────────✦

Arin Rourke lives on the edge of Kodiak Island, where the forest presses close to the house and the ferry runs to Anchorage when the weather allows. Some nights, the moon takes more than sleep. In the mornings, his family gathers the pieces-blankets, water, cocoa, reassurance. His older brother keeps watch. His little brother pretends not to be afraid. His father keeps reading the same books, hoping one day they'll say something different. His mother works long shifts at the diner and comes home to a house that holds its breath once a month. And somewhere between the trees and the tide, a small creature from the world of dreams has decided Arin is the warmest place to rest. This is not a story about monsters. It's about what comes after.

Eighteen years of silence. One night of fury. A love that defies the gravity of the heavens. ​For eighteen years, Maya lived as a ghost in her own life-an outsider in the traditional village of Oksan, ignored by her adoptive family and dismissed by a world that never learned her name. Her only confidant was the Moon, the silent witness to her whispered dreams and bitter tears. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, fueled by a lifetime of isolation, Maya does the unthinkable: she curses the Moon. ​She calls the legendary Moon Rabbit a "dead rock." She calls the heavens a "voyeur." And for the first time in three thousand years, the Moon Rabbit hears her. ​Yu Tu, the celestial guardian and master of the Elixir of Immortality, descends to Earth in a pillar of silver fire. He arrives not to bless, but to demand an apology from the girl whose voice has become the only rhythm in his eternal life. But as the god takes on the fragile, overwhelming form of a man, he finds that "humanity" is more dangerous than any curse. ​From the hilarious chaos of spicy ramen challenges and tangled yo-yos to the heart-wrenching physical toll of a fading celestial spirit, Yu Tu and Maya enter a desperate bargain. As Maya finds her voice as a visionary designer, Yu Tu finds his heart in the "mundane noise" of the girl he was meant to only watch. ​But the Moon is a jealous mistress, and a Blood Moon Eclipse is approaching-the final deadline for Yu Tu to return to his cold, silent palace. Now, they must decide: Is a few decades of noisy, painful, beautiful human life worth the price of an eternity in the stars? ​"Lunar Eclipse of the Heart" is a sweeping tale of sacrifice and stardust, proving that the most powerful magic isn't found in the heavens, but in the simple act of finally being seen.

Bellatrix has always wondered: What is beyond Earth's Realm? She has always wondered about it. Sometimes, she finds her thinking about what could become of her if she does find something beyond humans, like Elfs, pixies, and witches. Like the ones her mother used to mention in the stories she used to tell her before bed. Bellatrix really needs to focus on more important things now, not her stuff going missing or that girl with white eyes, grey skin, and sour-green hair watching her or that new family on her street who have just moved in. She really needs to forget it all. Never mind, she listened to the green haired girl and now found herself in Asusnityousa, or 'Bloodthirst Falls' in English. Where the grass is dark purple, the sky is a musty yellow and burnt orange, the trees are grey with dark blood-red leaves, and where the berries taste like human flesh, and the fruits taste like a squishy eyeball. Guess Bellatrix has some things to chase up on here in Bloodthirst Falls, like using Cailipers to get around, Wetrea novyuties to control, Justiyls okilste ryuhl to use, and much more. What is that Green haired girl want with Bellatrix anyway? Who is Bailey Jenner? Why is everything so... weird in Bloodthirst Falls? Is Bellatrix the first human here in Bloodthirst Falls, or is there many like her, who have just forgotten where they have originally been from? ----- Characters; Bellatrix Astrid Ameriva Yeovil Bailey Jenner Yeomans Snamoey Anatomy/Ana Lolalove Callus Justye Aura Huystio And more! ----- Warning! This Wattpad Tale contains •Violence •Mental health •Gore •Blood •Gay •More Blood •More Gore ----- If you guys want to give me ideas for what could happen next, I could maybe add them in if they do fit the storyline. If not, I'm sorry, and maybe another one of your ideas will be added. I own everything, from the cover I made to the characters to the book name. I would love feedback from people as most of my books aren't doing as we

Abandoned by the famous novelist who gave birth to her, Evangeline grows up near an abandoned theme park where ballet is taught from the ballroom of a crumbling castle. The teen years of a misunderstood artistic genius are tough. Early experiences quash her dreams of becoming a writer, and she only manages to earn a few crumbs of approval after she pivots to ballet. Too bad they come from her smart-ass competitor, Miskomin. On her rise from mediocrity, Evangeline is thrilled when Magda, the artistic director of a company in need of a sixth dancer, lays claim to the park. But things go awry as Magda attempts to rewrite Evangeline's entire world. To further complicate things, Evangeline's sporadic forays into story writing bring her inner demons to life. Literally. While contending with her monstrous off-spring; navigating an ever-shifting relationship with her frenemy, Miskomin; and adjusting to life under the power of a vampiric task-master, Evangeline gains the self-knowledge and confidence she needs to face the final boss: Herself. Will she learn to look beyond the artist she wants to be and accept the person she is?

The sea gives him back - but not whole. Cassian wakes on the shore stripped of memory, with no past and no understanding of how he came to be there. He is taken in by Aurora, a woman whose presence feels painfully familiar-like a warmth remembered from somewhere just beyond reach. Yet the ocean won't leave him alone. It calls to him, insistent, knowing.
 The town whispers about him, as if he's someone who doesn't belong. As unease grows and questions surface, Cassian begins to wonder if the problem isn't the place at all - but himself. Saltwater Skin is a slow-burn tale of love, loss, and what hides beneath the surface. Updates every Friday evening (20:00 / 8 PM CET).

Hello, my friends! Welcome to a world of magic and so many possibilities! The fictional realm is a wonderful place! Until, people start melting, that is! This is a fictional oasis, where unpredictable scenarios abound! Normalcy is a rarity in the fictional realm, so prepare for the unexpected! ;)

The Elvaeyen are the faeries of the Realm of Rynkova. They live in the city of Silverwick, which lies across from the human lands of Harrowgate. Between them and the humans lies the Woods, which is a haunted forest full of monsters. The humans of Harrowgate keep a tradition where once a year, they send one person chosen by their Goddess to Silverwick. This is so the humans can have prosperous fields and good health and safety. However, some of these chosen humans do not survive the trek through the Woods. But when Oran is chosen, she makes it to Silverwick, and her sister is left behind in Harrowgate. Where others believe that Oran's sacrifice to the fae has worked, and she is living a better life, Astryn, her sister, wants her back. So, once her friends have come to her, Astryn and her friends run into the Woods together. Will they be able to make it to Oran? Much is happening in Silverwick. The Halflings, which are what the people who were once human, but now are fae, and the Elvaeyen are under attack. No one knows what or who is hurting them, but things are getting dire. Will Oran be the one who saves them?

The land of Empyrean has been taken control by Archons of Kruul's who destroy everything touched by the children of dust. Three humans of strength, skill and will head to find a Nephilim of renown for his life as a warrior in hope's to have him assist in this war. However what does he gain from helping the children of dust, what plan's would this Nephilim have for them, is he even on their side, are they even on the right side or is their no sides in war......

Thirty years ago, the music of Strumwood went silent. On the day her grandmother is laid to rest, eighteen-year-old Aria Bryan discovers that the woman she loved most in the world didn't just leave behind memories-she left behind a warning. Hidden inside a dusty box are unfinished compositions, cryptic journals, and a letter that changes everything: Strumwood is cursed. The nation's most powerful musical leader cannot be trusted. And unless Aria completes her grandmother's final symphony and performs it at the legendary Hall of Echoes before the end of the year, her district will be erased from Melodia forever. There's just one problem. Aria has never composed a masterpiece... The Hall of Echoes hasn't allowed Strumwood to perform in decades... And the only person who might be able to help her is the infuriatingly charming jazz prodigy next door-Reed Reynolds-a boy who believes music is meant to be broken, not preserved. Together, they uncover a secret history buried beneath rival districts, forgotten performances, and a conspiracy powerful enough to rewrite the fate of their entire nation. As sparks fly between folk and jazz, tradition and rebellion, Aria must decide how far she's willing to bend the rules-and her heart-to save the place she calls home. Because some songs don't just change lives... They change the world. 🎶

Every Secret has a Heartbeat... Published date - 09/02/2026 🖋️ - KimKoya99 🚫 Don't Copy My Work. 🚫

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a state of dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

The sweeping sequel to Whispers of Ash and Bloom In a land where vines remember, and the soil sings in silence, peace is never truly quiet. After planting the Heartseed and restoring balance to the vineyard, Elena Moretti believes her legacy and her sister's long shadow have finally come to rest. But when a mysterious child emerges from the mist, born not of flesh but of forgotten intentions, the fragile harmony begins to fray. The Hollow Heir brings more than riddles; they bring a revelation: something ancient still sleeps beneath the vineyard, older than pact, older than bloom, and it's waking up hungry. As Elena navigates rising tensions within the Rootwarden Council, cryptic visions, and a land that seems to listen too closely, she must journey into buried memories, forbidden magic, and the ghost of her twin's final spell. What she finds is a choice that could unmake the very balance she fought so hard to restore. With prose as lyrical as it is haunting, Embers of Vine and Vow weaves legacy, language, and land into a spellbinding tale of mercy, memory, and the courage it takes to let the world bloom on its own terms. Perfect for readers who love atmospheric fantasy, sisterhood, and lush world-building where nature itself is a character, this is a story that asks: What happens when the land wants to speak and you become its voice?

My human believes she adopted me. She has no idea it was me who chose her. She's special. She came from our realm to try human life, without knowing she wouldn't be able to see the other planes or talk to us in that body. I offered this life to be with her. That's why I need to save her. I just need to convince the other cats that she's the one.

On Harry Renard's fifty-fifth Birthday he awakes to find that his face has been encased in a black cloud, which he thinks is odd because it had not been there the night before. On inspecting this strange phenomenon, Harry realises that he can just about see out through the dark mist, but his face is completely obscured from the outside. Unsure of what to do but worried that if he is late for work again, on yet another gloomy Monday morning, his juvenile boss Tarquin Stark will finally have a reason to dismiss him. On arriving at the office Harry is surprised to find the cloud has expanded to engulf his whole head, but why does no one else in the office seem to notice? UNDERBELLY [n.] singular The soft underside or abdomen of a mammal. An area vulnerable to attack. A dark, hidden part of society. Trigger Warning, This story contains themes of Bullying, Suicide and Self-harm

He hated the rain. She only existed in it. In the mist-covered hills of Landour, a CEO trapped by lockdown begins seeing a girl who appears only when it rains, but why ? But love is not the only thing the storm brings. Some memories refuse to stay buried. Some stories bend time. And some people are never meant to leave the rain.

In a world where love between humans and other beings is forbidden. Mira and Elian crossed paths a mysterious man of royal blood, later cast out by his own kind. Their bond, more than a scandal, shook the fragile balance between two worlds. Defying the laws of his lineage, Elian risked everything even his freedom and eternal life for a secret love that burned like fire, awakening the Ancient Powers that long slumbered. The Elders of Biringan gave their warnings. Elian's parents knew that one day, he would need to become stronger than anyone. His mother took steps to prepare him for that time, while his father journeyed across realms in search of allies who could free him from the prison of the Forgotten Stars, where he was bound by the Chains of the Heartless Moon. Their love meant to remain hidden led to both a miracle and a threat the world had never seen. Three children were born beings of the Two Worlds. And as the children grew within Mira's womb, so too did the forces that sought either to claim them... or to destroy them. The Watchers, ancient keepers of destiny, saw Amee as a weapon. The Elders feared Liam's blood, for it carried the forbidden lineage of Elian. And the mystical Lords of Unmaking sought to erase Aelani before she could become the thread that would unravel their order. With the aid of divine beings, mystical forces, and the strength of her family, Mira stood her ground. A single family shattered the silence and their legacy might be the one to shatter the world itself. Can love truly bridge the Law of the Two Worlds? Or is the price far too great to bear?

Eryndor Valenwraithe was an elf who swore never to bow to mortal weakness. Selene Caelora was a healer who saw no weakness in love. When pride met compassion beneath the autumn leaves, their worlds collided in defiance of law, blood, and ancient prejudice. Against every vow of his people, he chose her-and for a fleeting time, they carved out a life in secret, bound by a love that neither race could accept. But love that burns against the world is fragile. Their story is one of devotion and sacrifice, of joy stolen from the jaws of hatred... and of the legacy left behind when love is torn away.