Bloodmagic Stories

She was never meant to survive. Raised in silence, shaped by obedience, and moulded to accept the limits of her surroundings, Fray has spent her life believing she was fragile... broken... wrong. Until the cracks begin to form. The questions come first. Quiet. Unwelcome. Dangerous. What if I'm not what they say I am? What if I'm not sick? But in a world where power is hidden, truth is buried, and obedience is survival, asking the wrong questions comes at a cost. And Fray pays it in full. lost in a new world without memory. she fumbles often. Then as the past begins to surface in fractured pieces, and something long-buried stirs beneath her skin, she finds herself standing at the edge of a truth that was never meant to be uncovered. Not all wounds fade. Some become wings. But transformation is never gentle. And when the ashes settle... what remains may not be the girl she once was.

I don't remember who I was before they broke me. Some days, I'm not sure I was anyone at all. What they left behind isn't human. It's hunger. It's violence. It's a body that remembers things my mind won't-blood, screams, a soul beyond redemption. So I do the only thing I can. I hunt them. The people who made me. The ones who took everything. I tear through them one by one, chasing silence that never comes-because no matter how many I kill... it doesn't stop. The nightmares. The memories that aren't mine. Him. Sylas. The only voice that ever cut through the dark. The only person who made me feel like I was still... something. I watched him die. I felt it. So when three winged fae drag me into the light and tell me their brother is still alive- I know they're wrong. Until I see him. Breathing. Unmoving. Trapped. And something inside me recognizes the cage he's in. Because it feels like mine. Now I'm stuck between monsters and men who would kill me if they knew the truth-forced to help them wake the one person I couldn't save. But the closer I get to him, the worse it becomes. The magic inside me is slipping. Twisting. Hungry for more than revenge. It wants control. It wants blood. It wants him. And I don't know how much longer I can hold the line between what I am... and what they made me to be. Because Katherine is still out there. And if I don't kill her first- I won't just lose myself. I'll become exactly what she created. Multiple POV

The Price of Power is the End of the Self. For two centuries, the Ishikawa and Takeomi dynasties have been defined by a singular, jagged line of hatred. To Dai Nagisha, the Takeomi are the shadows in the mist; to Akashi Takeomi, the Ishikawa are the gluttons of the sun. They have been raised as the personification of two opposing forces: Dai was the wildfire, a brilliant, scorching strategist who could dismantle a kingdom with a single command; Akashi was the calm sea, a silent, lethal depth that concealed the blade everyone feared. One was the mastermind, weaving the fate of the highlands with golden silk and iron discipline. The other was the living weapon, a ghost in the cedar forests whose name was whispered only in the dark. But as a technologically superior foreign force begins to raze their province with fire and lead, these two rivals are forced into a desperate, forbidden pact: a Blood Oath at the River of Ash. They expected a temporary alliance. They found a devastating truth. The legendary Daishō-the twin blades of the Katana and the Wakizashi-is not a myth, but a dormant, sentient power that has waited two centuries for the blood of both lineages to merge. The "enmity" between their families was a lie, a carefully curated deception by the elders to prevent the awakening of a weapon that demands the total surrender of their individual identities. To save their people, the wildfire must learn to burn within the sea, and the mastermind must trust the hand of the assassin. They are no longer two heirs of rival houses; they are the long and the short of a single, unified soul. One holds the reach; one holds the precision. If they falter, the province falls. If they succeed, the boys they used to be will cease to exist.

The world was forever changed when the Aether imploded, taking the regenerative abilities of our magic with it. Now magic is dying and it's taking the kingdom with it. Four royal houses must keep the kingdom from crumbling by ensuring magic doesn't disappear. And all is going according to plan, the heirs are ready to receive their powers and begin attending Havenhurst Academy to become the rulers they were destined to be. But a scorned assassin, known as the Reaper, throws a wrench into those plans when her presence at the transference ceremony ends with royal magic inside her instead. This wasn't exactly the plan, but it gets her one step closer to eliminating the royal houses and avenging her parents deaths. Forced to Havenhurst under the watchful eye of the heirs Amaris "Deirdre" Mistwood must find a way to survive while trying to keep her true identity secret. She has a mission to complete but complicated feelings for the four men she's supposed to kill begin to get in the way. Add in the unraveling secrets that could change the world as they know it and the increasing possibility that she's the only one that can save it and she's feeling way out of her depth. She's a killer, it's literally in her job description. Saving people was never her strong suit, just ask her parents. They always say you can't teach an old Fae new tricks.

في مدينةٍ تُحكَم بالظلال، حيثُ تتنفس الأسرار وتهمِس القِلوب ، تتقاطع المصائِر مع قوة لا يعرفها البشر . هُناك مَن يَختار ، و هُناك مَن يُختار ... و هُناك مَن يُحتَجز بين ما هو حي و ما هو أقدم من الزمن نفسهُ . Underground Mafia حيثُ الحُب حيلة ، و الولاء إختبار ، والظلام ... ليس من هذا العالم . - الوريث الأكبر : جونغكوك آل دراكوڤا - الوريث الأصغر : جيمين آل دراكوڤا - الوريثة الوحيدة : ڤينيرا أورتيڤا

--- Isha Singhania is a brilliant lawyer, fiercely independent, and sharp as a knife-unaware that the world outside knows nothing of the power her family wields. Enter Shivay Shergill, the predator of the underworld: ruthless, cold, feared by all, a man whose smile is rare and whose wrath is lethal. He kills without hesitation, and no one dares cross him. But the moment he sees Isha, something he didn't expect sparks-a dangerous, possessive obsession that claws at him. He doesn't know she's a Singhania, one of the most powerful mafia families in the country, and that ignorance will make their collision inevitable... intense... and unstoppable. Isha, brushing past him in the office corridor: "Excuse me...?" Shivay, his gaze burning into hers, voice low and deadly: "I don't think I'll ever let you go jaan." ----

I should have died. Left alone on a battlefield without a name, without an origin - only blood and terrifying screaming around me. But instead to die I was found. Found by a dragon that should have never existed. Aethryx isn't a normal creature. And our bonding isn't a present. Now, years later, I hunt through the destroyed grounds of Korlion. Feared by dragon riders, despised from magicians and hunted from a kingdom that doesn't accept monsters. But then there was him. A knight without magic. Without fear. With a look, that looks like he doesn't see me as a curse - he sees me as a challenge. Veylor Synath is brutal. Unstoppable. And there is something he wants. Maybe me. Maybe my dragon. Maybe war. But one thing is certain: If our paths keep crossing - not only blood will be spilled... Kingdoms will burn.

A man wakes in a white laboratory surrounded by bodies, blood, and the sense that something inside him is very wrong. He doesn't remember who he is-or what he's capable of-but the world reacts to him like it already knows. Taken in by Team Torment, a covert unit that turns human beings into weapons, Gummy is remade under a system that calls suffering "training" and erasure "progress." Every member of the team wields a devastating ability with a cost they can't escape. Sight fades. Voices break. Minds fracture. Survival means obedience, and kindness is a liability no one can afford-except Gummy, whose instincts lean toward comfort instead of cruelty. As he's shaped into something useful, Gummy begins to notice the cracks: in the people, in the rules, and in himself. The question isn't whether Team Torment will break but whether staying human is the most dangerous choice of all.

After defying the Master, Anneliese faces a new fight for freedom alongside Ashen, a fierce warrior haunted by his own past. As alliances form and old enemies close in, she must master the fire within to protect those she loves-and herself. In a world where trust is scarce and every choice burns, Anneliese's journey becomes one of resilience, love, and the unyielding flame of hope. The dark romance continues, blazing with passion and unexpected light.

Y/N hasn't had an easy life. Her father died in a construction accident when she was a child, and her mother passed away recently after a battle with cancer. Now, Y/N lives alone in the house her mother left her. With the support of her two best friends, Bibi and Chung Ha, she's trying to get through her final year of high school. One day, Chung Ha's boyfriend invites their friend group to a party out of town. Y/N decided to go to please her friends, having neglected her social life since her mother's death. Little does she know, this night will turn her world upside down. She encounters the supernatural world and discovers that she has special blood running through her veins. The blood the seven firstborn vampires have been searching for since their creation.

A realm where blood remembers, forests listen, and silence hides wars. From Pennybount to Eldervault, from whispered myths to waking curses, this is the story of inheritance, loss, and choices that echo longer than spells.

A land where even giants stopped breathing. They did not exile Amazal to kill him. They exiled him so the island would. TIZRA was never meant to be reached. It was meant to be feared. Long ago, the island of Tizra was sealed from the world- a land of stone, giants, and ancient powers that should never awaken again. Now, it has become a place of exile... a fate worse than death. When Amazal, a condemned man, is cast into Tizra, he expects to die. Instead, he uncovers a truth buried beneath stone and legend: the giants are not monsters, they are prisoners. Bound by blood, enslaved by a forgotten scepter, and tied to the fate of an ancient tree that bears the power of life itself, the giants of Tizra stand at the center of a coming war. As empires rise, tyrants seek immortality, and kingdoms prepare for annihilation, Amazal must make an impossible choice: Use the giants as weapons... or break the chains that bind them, even if it means the world will burn. In a land where stone remembers every crime, and power demands a terrible price, one exile may decide the fate of giants, kings, and empires. TIZRA: The Stone of Giants An epic dark fantasy of exile, ancient magic, and the cost of freedom. #darkfantasy #horror #survival #epicfantasy #mystery #exile #grimdark #giant #tribe #worldbuilding #ancientisland #cursedland #stonecivilization #forgottenworld #titanruins

Centuries have passed since the elves fled to the boughs of the world tree. Faithful servants of the spirits for millennia, they failed in their duty to protect the world tree from evil. Now they have gone into exile with only a few of their kind left behind to fight the growing shadow. The human empire has spread across the world tree like an unstoppable wildfire. The dark church of Tenebris casts its shadow across all the worlds within its borders. Led by the Archon and his dark priests, every imperial world is subjugated under its religion and doctrine. Fuelled by dark magic, the empire now turns its gaze towards the murus mundi, the impassable wall of death worlds. Only one dwarven world holds the gate to those worlds sequestered beyond. Will the dwarves and their allies hold out or will the human empire control the world tree? Desmond, an orphan on a small backwater world called Epelturf, has been brought up by the church since he was a baby. He holds no love for the church, though he can't explain why. Desmond dreams of adventure and somehow going off world, that is until his life is turned upside down when he meets an elf. Des is thrust into a war that has been raging long before the empire existed, a time long forgotten. Can he forget what he has learned in the church and remember who he truly is? The fate of the world tree rests on his shoulders.

In a world where magic shapes kingdoms and legends are born in fire and ice. In this world, fire and ice are more than elements, they are legacies. Reneesmee's Academy stands as a place where the next generation of warriors is tested. Among its halls, destinies intertwine, rivalries ignite, and powers both extraordinary and dangerous are awakened. Here, the balance of magic is fragile, and every choice can shift the course of history. Courage, ambition, and secrets collide in a story of legacy, power, and the price of greatness. ..................................... "I am Chantrea Hazel Cardinal-Psalms. I am not Fire, neither am I Ice. I am the moment they collide."

After the death of her estranged grandmother, Líorria Faul is summoned from her bleak life in the capital of Salvareth back to Kinsend, a remote village perched at the edge of the world, and a past she never meant to face again. Her inheritance is no gift. The apothecary her grandmother left behind is crumbling, buried in debt and bound by a deadline Líorria cannot outrun. If she can't settle what is owed before the Solstice, her only chance at a better future will vanish with it. As Líorria reconnects with old friends, forges uneasy alliances and uncovers the secrets her grandmother kept buried, something else begins to stir in the nearby Netherbough Forest. Magic Líorria believed long dead is awakening in her blood, and the forest knows it. In Kinsend, legacies never stay buried. And destiny always collects its due. **** Copyright © G.B. Fitzwilliam 2025 No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Mapanganib. Nakakatakot. Walang nakakalabas. Makapangyarihan. Ilan lamang ito sa mga bulong-bulungan ng mga taganayon tungkol sa mahiwagang gubat na matagal nang ipinagbabawal pasukin. Ayon sa alamat, sinumang maglakas-loob na tumapak sa loob nito ay hindi na muling makikita-tila nilalamon ng dilim at misteryong bumabalot sa bawat puno at anino. Maraming nagtangkang tuklasin ang katotohanan, ngunit ni isa'y walang nakabalik upang magkuwento. Ngunit sa likod ng takot ay may nakatagong lihim-isang sinaunang propesiya ang nagsasabing darating ang mga batang isinilang sa ilalim ng iisang tanda. Sila ang tanging may kakayahang pasukin ang gubat at baguhin ang kapalarang matagal nang nakaukit dito. Hindi upang tuluyang wakasan ang sumpa, kundi upang unawain at baguhin ang mismong propesiyang nagtakda ng kanilang tadhana. May paraan nga ba upang makalabas nang buhay? O ang tunay na layunin ay hindi ang pagtakas-kundi ang pagbabago ng nakatakdang wakas?

Kit was raised to protect. Trained to endure. Expected to control something she barely understands. Inside the castle of Incruentas, every royal has a purpose-and every mistake has consequences. But while her twin seems to fit effortlessly into the world they were born into, Kit feels like she's constantly one step behind... or one step away from something going wrong. Something she can't fix. Something she can't stop. And when everything she knows is torn apart in a single night, Kit is left with one question: Was it ever really under her control to begin with?

"The crown does not choose kings. It chooses sacrifices." "If you like dark fantasy stories with politics, forbidden magic, and kings who are not heroes, this story is for you." History is not written with ink. It is written with iron. And it is paid for in blood. Aethelgard had survived a thousand years believing itself eternal. Its towers pierced the sky, its cathedrals defied the gods, and its crown-the Great Obsidian Crown-had never left the head of a rightful king. That was the story they told. That was what they taught. That... was a lie. Because before the anointed kings, before faith and sacred oaths, there was another lineage. A lineage that did not rule with light... but with power. They were erased from the books. Burned from the chronicles. Turned into warnings for children. But iron remembers. And blood... remembers too. In the Iron Fortress, beneath the roots of the mountain, something remained in chains. Not dead. Not asleep. Waiting. Upon the altar of the ancestors, the crown awaited its new bearer. Not as a symbol. As a trial. For every king of Aethelgard inherited the same oath: To protect the realm. To defend the faith. To keep the peace. But none knew the true one. The one never spoken aloud. The one sealed in blood. The one that said: When the heir is crowned... the gate will open. And this time- there will be no one left to close it. "The crown does not choose kings. It chooses sacrifices." *First book of the trilogy* -Original version in Spanish-

Cherry finds a way to feel again

Help me darlin' now I feel afraid. {when two teenagers at a new year's eve party interact when the clock hits midnight, their entire worlds get shaken to the core.)