Politicalintrigue Stories

She was never meant to be wanted by kings. Sera Snow runs White Harbor's fortunes from behind a merchant's ledger, a bastard's name, and a temper she's learned to keep leashed. She has no house, no inheritance, no future that isn't built with her own two hands. What she has is leverage, appetite, and a rage six years in the making, and she intends to spend all three claiming what the world has never given her freely. Jacaerys Velaryon wants her like a secret he's finally allowed to keep. Cregan Stark wants her like a debt he's owed since they were children. Neither of them can offer her what she actually wants, which isn't a crown, or a wolf's den, or anyone's name at all.

She woke in the snow with no memory. No name. No past. Found beside a dead direwolf and adorned in gold no one can identify, Khava becomes the mystery of Winterfell-beautiful, foreign, and utterly alone. But when the game of thrones shatters the family who sheltered her, she makes a desperate vow: protect the Starks. Whatever it costs. She will kneel to monsters She will wear their colors. She will become their obsession. Because blood, old blood sleeps in her vains, fire remembers what the snow tried to bury. First black oc

She was not born to this world. When Ororo Munroe falls into the world of Westeros, she is no queen, no dragonrider, no noble heir-only a girl with the power of the sky in her veins. Taken in by House Velaryon and hidden beneath the name "Storm," she becomes something the realm has never seen... and something it will soon fear. As whispers spread through Driftmark of a girl who commands wind, calls rain, and bends the sea itself, powerful houses begin to take notice. But in a world ruled by blood, fire, and ambition, power is never left alone for long. War is coming to the Stepstones. The tides are shifting. And the storm... is just beginning. - A House of the Dragon AU x Marvel crossover Storm (Ororo Munroe) in Westeros Slow burn power rise • Politics • Found family • War

A peaceful and tranquil ninja world... Should we send Naruto, the Seventh Hokage, back to the moment just before Minato and Kushina's deaths, when he unmasks Obito's true identity? Or maybe we send Naruto, the hero of the Fourth Great Ninja War, to the world of Boruto, reigniting the flames of Konoha in a way that can never be extinguished? Perhaps we send the darkened Menma back to the time when Naruto was bullied, so Konoha can finally feel that pain? Or, maybe we send the weak, pitiful, and isolated Naruto back to the era of the Fourth Hokage to witness the heated debates of the Elder Council? In any case- At this moment, six hundred billion parallel ninja worlds can no longer remain calm and peaceful.

Through transmigration, Naohara became one of the Supreme Beings and freely indulged in this hard-won life in another world. Watching Momonga locked in a battle of wits with thin air, Herohero shamelessly slacking off, Demiurge confidently claiming he had already grasped the thoughts of all three Supreme Beings, along with the many strange and eccentric Floor Guardians, Naohara felt that joy could be found everywhere. This is a fan translation of 纳萨力克的灾厄龙王 by 魂悠. Please support the original author if you can.

Madam Lefevre never dreamt of becoming a fairy. She dreamt of selling them. Her plan was simple: acquire the full rights to the global Winx franchise and make millions off the merchandise. Just business. But a ruthless business rival's bullet made some unexpected corrections to her grand design. Now, her prestigious seat on the board of directors has been replaced by a room with pink wallpaper in Gardenia. Instead of a custom Maybach, she's stuck riding the school bus. And instead of competent subordinates, she is surrounded by a group of hysterical teenagers. She is trapped in the body of Bloom, but the mind and ruthless corporate experience remain all hers.

After dying, I reincarnated as Seraphina Valemont, the villainess from my favorite novel. Born with white hair and lavender eyes, she was hated as the illegitimate daughter of a Duke and destined for a tragic death. But this time is different. Because I already know the ending. While trying to change my fate, I meet Cassian Ravenhart, the cursed Duke of the North. A boy feared by everyone because of his crimson eyes and dark powers. The world calls him a monster. But I know the truth. He is lonelier and more wounded than anyone else. As the villainess who knows the ending and the cursed Duke begin to change fate together, the original story slowly starts to unravel. Can I rewrite an ending that was meant to end in death?

Violet Euphemia Potter was a lot of things. Savior of the magical world, last of four magical Houses, and the only person who ever stood toe to toe with Lord Voldemort, be it in open battle or through the far more dangerous art of political dancing. By 2004, Voldemort had spectacularly decided not to continue the physical fight at the Battle of Hogwarts and simply left. The wizarding world thought they could finally breathe. They were spectacularly foolish. Two years later, he returned as Lord Marvolo Slytherin, with legitimate proof of his lineage and a seat in the Wizengamot. The Light knew who he was. The Dark and the Grey did not. As always, the Light's countermeasure was Violet. At nineteen, she was thrust into politics, grateful for every lesson Aunt Andromeda had drilled into her. For four years, she and Lord Slytherin fought a different kind of war: alliances, negotiations, threats, compromises, and political dancing. Neither could defeat the other. Thus began the Great Stalemate. Then, at twenty-three, Violet discovers that the prophecy which made them enemies may have been wrong. A confrontation in the Department of Mysteries follows. Spells fly. Tempers flare. Time-Turners fall. And suddenly, Violet finds herself in 1940. With Lord Slytherin. During the Blitz. And with an eleven-year-old boy who looks suspiciously like him, clutching her dress. This was not how a Yule party was supposed to end. But Violet was a Potter. She didn't need to find trouble. Trouble found her. And apparently, this time, it came in the form of becoming the Dark Lord's mother. Damn. Fate was strange.

Winter Kept Its Promise Book Two of The Winter Pact The war is over. The vows have been spoken. Now comes the part no song ever tells. With Winterfell finally at peace, Jacaerys Velaryon and Lyarra Stark begin building the life they fought so hard to protect. Together they face the quiet joys of courtship, the excitement of an engagement, a wedding beneath the ancient heart tree, and the dream of one day holding a child of their own. But peace asks for its own kind of courage. As dragons find a home among wolves and the North embraces its dragon prince, Jace and Lyarra discover that love is not measured by the battles survived, but by the ordinary moments shared-the whispered promises before sunrise, the laughter echoing through Winterfell's halls, and the hands that never let go when life begins to change. Some promises are forged in war. The truest ones are kept in peace. And beneath the watchful eyes of the Old Gods, Winter finally keeps its promise.

A tale of war, grief, secrets, and a love born from the ashes of an enemy.

"Bring forth the criminal!" The executioner's voice rings across the square. A beautiful woman is escorted gently toward the execution platform. None of the guards dare lay a hand upon her. She walks willingly, her head held high, her face devoid of fear. The crowd watches in silence. "Before you all stands the King's concubine, Lady Freya, of the House of Ghilru, servant of Lotus." Freya ascends the platform. She wears a black dress of her own choosing, its dark fabric flowing behind her like mourning made visible. She gathers its hem in her hands as she steps onto the wooden platform, her expression remaining composed. She scans the crowd. Then her eyes settle upon the King. Xillian sits upon his elevated seat, entirely at ease. He takes a slow bite from a red fruit in his hand. The fading light of the evening catches the gold and silver rings adorning his fingers. Freya's gaze hardens. There is no fear in it. Only contempt. The two guards beside her gently urge her toward the executioner's block. "She has been convicted of infidelity against His Royal Majesty and insubordination against the throne. By decree of the King, she is to be executed at once by beheading!" The proclamation echoes across Kortez. A death sentence pronounced before her lover, Kazamogan Yarmine. In the historical world of Almult Wielders and Warheads, where power is drawn like a sword and every alliance comes at a price, the greatest battles are not always fought with steel.

A noble's wife has many roles to play: a status symbol of her husband, a negotiating asset for the family, a decorative piece to complete the household. And yet, when Duke Martin the Second of Donau acquires Mary, a woman from a neighboring conquered nation... well, he gets far more than he bargained for. The story is already completed on AO3.

Every generation of the House of Romanov produces a dragon. Andrei Alexandrovich was supposed to be raised as one. Instead, the Imperial War Ministry turned him into a weapon. By the time Genevieve de Villiers arrives in Russia, Andrei has spent years being measured, controlled, suppressed, and used in the name of empire. He is the War Dragon: feared, disciplined, and dangerously close to forgetting that he was ever meant to be anything else. Genevieve has no intention of letting that continue. What begins as a political arrangement becomes something far more dangerous-a bond neither court nor crown can easily control. As war, succession, ancient dragon bloodlines, and the weight of imperial expectation close in around them, Andrei must learn that freedom is more than the absence of chains. It is choice. It is trust. It is being loved as a man, not valued as a weapon. And sometimes, the most dangerous thing a dragon can do is choose for himself.

"True order cannot be built upon a foundation of hidden graves." In the kingdom of Brightmoor, magic is a death sentence, and the Crown's law is iron. Victor Draxos is the ultimate weapon of the regime-cold, disciplined, and fiercely loyal to the system. As the Lord Advisor, his job is to maintain absolute control. But when a necrotic, soul-eating plague known as the Cold Rot begins devouring the provinces, the cracks in the empire start to show. Calypsa is everything Victor is sworn to destroy. A rogue healer living in the shadows, she possesses a rare, forbidden light magic, guarded by her faithful companion, an elemental Ember-Fox named Spark. When she risks everything to save a dying child from the Rot, she inadvertently exposes herself to the worst man possible. Victor arrests her on the spot. But their journey back to the capital takes a deadly turn when a massive sinkhole of shadow swallows their carriage. Trapped deep beneath the earth in a treacherous cavern system, survival forces an impossible truce. To keep them both alive, Calypsa must share her magic, exposing Victor to a profound, living warmth that shatters his frozen worldview. As they claw their way back to the surface, they stumble into a conspiracy far worse than the plague itself: the Crown didn't just fail to stop the Cold Rot. They engineered it. On the run as traitors, the ruthless commander and the defiant rebel must pool their opposing forces-his calculated fire-binding and her wild, untamed light-to tear down the Silent Tower. But in a kingdom powered by stolen souls, can a slow-burning spark survive the ultimate dark?

After dying in a meaningless accident on Earth, a college student awakens in the body of Railan Tossmos, a disgraced disciple at a cultivation academy where almost everyone considers him weak, talentless, and barely worth noticing. In this world, cultivators grow stronger through Time Fragments, remnants of memory and experience left behind by powerful beings. Railan soon discovers that he can perceive and use these fragments in ways no one else seems capable of, allowing him to notice hidden patterns, flaws, and possibilities inside techniques that were never meant to be understood. His progress is slow, painful, and increasingly difficult to hide. As he builds friendships, clashes with stronger disciples, and becomes caught between rival nations, academy politics, and hidden factions, Railan begins to realize that his reincarnation may be far stranger than he first believed. The stronger he becomes, the more attention he attracts, and the harder it becomes to protect the life he has only just started to care about.

Thira Veyan entered the Citadel of Seven Oaths to discover why her village had been erased from every imperial map. She never expected the Citadel to remember her. At twenty-two, Thira carries forbidden salt from Iruvai-and six missing months from her own past. During the First Witnessing, the ritual gives her a forbidden ability to hear memories trapped inside objects. The price is immediate: she loses the sound of her mother's voice. Then she finds something impossible. Her own name is already carved beneath the ritual basin. The carving is three years old. Beside it is the name of Nilan Aras, a dangerous guardian who recognized her the moment she arrived. Thira does not remember him. Nilan remembers her. To uncover the truth, Thira must climb the Citadel's Seven Oaths, where every step toward greater power can erase another piece of her past. But the Citadel does not merely preserve memory. It decides what the world is allowed to remember. The Unremembered Oath is Book One of The Memory Throne, a mythic dark-academy romantic progression fantasy filled with forbidden magic, buried history, political secrets, and a slow-burn romance built around a past only one of them remembers.

In the fictitious land of Valia, a thunderstorm shakes the long-established political system, prompted by a tangle of conspiracies, betrayals, and power disputes. No one could have ever imagined that the repression of the mass mobilizations against the closure of Ziuwaki city's textile factory would trigger a full-scale transformation of the economic elite-dominated establishment of Valia. The masks are off! Councilor Heather Bowen is determined to leave the apparent democratic system exposed. Not everyone will remain standing. Who will be able to weather the storm?

Daphne was born in the Temple of Dacia and serves the Gods who make or break empires. She is chosen by a Goddess to be her human vessel, allowing the goddess to come and go in her body as she pleases. After three strangers from the East receive her prophecy regarding their own civil war, she is whisked across the world. When she begins to fall in love with a foreign prince, she's left to wonder if her feelings are her own, or the goddess who inhabits her. No AI was used in the making of this story or cover. Don't worry babes. Hi hii~~ I will be publishing chapters at least weekly. There's a rough outline of how I expect this story to go, but we'll see where we end up! I'm envisioning some mythical world inspired by real ancient civilizations, myths, and a little magic. Thanks for reading^^

Api selalu mengambil sesuatu. Nerin bertahan hidup di Sable Ward dengan satu aturan: jangan pernah menjadi seseorang yang layak diperhatikan. Aturan itu berakhir ketika Cinderwake, sihir terlarang yang seharusnya telah musnah bersama bangsa Cinerai bangkit dalam darahnya di depan para Saltglass Wardens. Kekaisaran Edravane kini menginginkannya hidup-hidup. Satu-satunya orang yang mungkin dapat menyelamatkannya adalah Ilyra Venn, arsiparis muda yang mengetahui terlalu banyak tentang masa lalunya termasuk alasan Nerin tidak dapat mengingat nama yang diberikan kepadanya saat lahir. Sementara pewaris takhta Sevren Caul membangun Crown Bind, sebuah sistem yang mampu mengubah sumpah menjadi kepatuhan mutlak, Nerin harus menentukan sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya daripada bagaimana menggunakan sihirnya: siapa yang berhak menentukan siapa dirinya.

Kael has spent his life in chains, believing he was born to serve. Queen Seraphina has spent hers trapped in a crown she never wanted. When their forbidden bond collides with a tyrant king's suspicion and a rival's ruthless ambition, Kael uncovers a secret that changes everything: he's the last heir to a kingdom Darius destroyed twenty years ago. Now, with rebellion rising and Seraphina's life on the line, Kael must decide what he's willing to sacrifice - and who he's willing to become - to break the chains of his past and claim a future neither of them was ever supposed to have. 👑🔥