Throne Stories

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.

Mahnoor is a second-year history student. She is sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and unafraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework is on the lives of powerful figures who contributed to India's growth. That's when she discovers him. An emperor unlike any other who was undefeated in war, feared by rulers, praised by history, but still infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she reads about him, the more her hatred for him grows because it was very evident the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugercoating his brutality, but to her, his name is soaked in blood. One afternoon, sitting in the library, she seethes to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rain-soaked street in Mumbai, her car nearly hits an old woman crossing the road. When she gets down to confront her, the woman curses her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will crumble because rebellion there means death. Your name will rot with theirs and be forgotten and only then you will understand they too were not stupid. Go. I'll love to see how you make history remember you." The world spins and she finds herself in 1574, inside the emperor's harem, the very one she hated with every fiber of her being. She knows how his story ends. But this time, she's inside it. Will she become another silenced voice in his dark legacy or the one woman who dares to rewrite history?

In this gripping sequel to The Culled Crown, Monroe finds herself fighting between the power in her blood, her traitorous heart, and her freedom. ***** Monroe Benson had two choices: be queen or be dead. When the Culling for the Erydian crown turned deadly in new ways and girls started dying outside of trials, Monroe's rebel brother gave her a third option: kill the queen and escape the Culling. Hidden in the mountains of Vayelle, Monroe must now try to prove her loyalty to a group of rebels who only see her as a threat. They don't want culled crowns or toxicant thrones - they want a new country with no goddess and no goddess-touched girls. With her only allies now her enemies, Monroe finds herself on a dark path filled with grave danger. [[word count: 250,000-300,000 words]] Cover designed by Natasha Shaikh

! POTENTIALLY SLOW UPDATES ! . . We all know the story. Lord Ramachandra returned with Sitadevi from Mithila, along with his brothers and their wives. Shortly after, Maharaja Dasharatha resolved to coronate Sri Rama and take Vanaprastha himself. However, things didn't go exactly as planned. A Week To Coronation focuses keenly on the seven days before Lord Ramachandra's departure for the forest, as the title suggests. A storyline inspired by the original, yet containing its own unique additions and styles. DISCLAIMER- I classify this as neither a fanfiction nor a plain retelling. Consider it a mix of both. Allergic readers are advised to stay clear. Happy Reading :)

Naevia Evryn now sits on the throne of the Land of Eternal Magic, the last heir of a bloodline once hunted to extinction. She has the crown, the power, and the destiny she never asked for. But she rules with a heart grieving a loss she can't accept. Ernest Aurelio Marquez-the warrior raised to kill her, the heir of the clan sworn to erase her name-fell in the final battle or so she believes. Their love was forbidden from the start, a betrayal to both their families, a sin that could reignite an ancient war. Yet he chose her over his oath, and she never got the chance to save him.. Now, Naevia carries the weight of a kingdom, while mourning the one soul she could never claim. But Aurelio lives. Scarred and hidden, he moves through the shadows of the realm, protecting the queen who cannot know he survived. His existence alone is a threat to her rule. His bloodline is the enemy of her family. His love is the danger she cannot afford. Yet he watches over her from afar, fighting unseen enemies drawn to her growing power. He bleeds where she cannot see, guards what she cannot defend, and carries a love he has no right to feel. As darker forces rise and ancient magic stirs, fate pulls them closer once more- not as lovers, not as allies, but as two souls bound by destiny and divided by the history written in their veins. Their love is forbidden. Their loyalty is fractured. But their hearts have never stopped choosing each other. And soon, the realm will learn: some oaths break kingdoms- others break hearts.

One year ago, Prince Andrew of Avaloria reclaimed his name. The rebellion's fight toppled Lord Vale's grip on the kingdom, but Avaloria's future is far from secure. War looms on the horizon as Narva and Elmet edge closer to open conflict - and Avaloria is trapped between them. The wrong choice could destroy everything Andrew has fought to protect. In the halls of the palace, the dangers are quieter, but no less deadly. Princess Beatrix of Narva moves with practiced grace, her presence a constant reminder of an old betrothal Andrew never chose. Whispers of a future royal wedding circulate in the court, threatening to undermine every decision. And somewhere beyond the palace walls, is Veronica Neale, though she's never far from Andrew's thoughts. When new enemies emerge and old wounds are reopened, Andrew must confront what it truly means to be king - and how much of himself he's willing to sacrifice to keep Avaloria from shattering. Because in a kingdom built on fragile alliances, even the smallest crack can bring the whole throne down. **BOOK 2 OF THE LEGACY OF AVALORIA TRILOGY**

Imonie has been educated to understand one truth; destiny is decided the moment you are born. Whether you carry magic in your veins, determines your worth, your future and your place in the world. Imonie is a royal princess of Magistque, not Urblan, if she were to be in the unmagical lands she would hold an overwhelming advantage. But she wishes to not leave. Crossing the borders on her parent's desire ultimately means abandoning the throne of the most powerful realm.

they won't except us... society won't except us... i will make them except princess...and if they don't I don't care....

What happened when a cursed child falls in love with the child of the person who cursed him? main ship hyunlix. side ship minsung jeonchan

A Blood Royals bonus book telling the story of a brutal young king and his feisty young bride.

The finale to The Culled Crown series. ***** Monroe Benson is a girl made of lies--a girl made of lies who fell in love with a boy who excelled at telling them. The son of a sailor, he'd said. A nobody. Liar. Beautiful liar. Shouldn't she have tasted those lies on his lips? Shouldn't she have known? And even if she hadn't seen it, hadn't thought to look deeper into his past, shouldn't he have told her? Liar. Liar. Lair. He should have been honest. All those nights they'd laid in bed together and he'd never even been who she'd thought he was. Lies. All of it lies. And what would she have done if he'd mustered the courage to tell her the truth? Would she have run from him? As Monroe finds herself imprisoned once more in Oredison Palace, the answers to those broken questions hardly seem to matter anymore. The Culling is not over. There are four girls left. Four girls, all of them goddess-chosen and goddess-blessed. And the crown is not finished with them. The whisper of that roiling, dark power in Monroe's blood has not dimmed, even with tacet suffocating it. The game is not over. That toxicant throne was not sated with the blood of a princess. The throne craves a queen. The goddess craves blood. Erydia craves a revolution. And to end it all...to end the Culling and change the world, the liar---the boy with the golden tattoos and the artist's hands---must die. May the goddess be honored.

Ellie didn't know taking her mother on a vacation would lead to becoming something more surprising. Finding out about her mothers past with a King, to knowing about hidden secrets regarding those she loved and trusted the most. ***************************************************** Please don't judge by the description above. Read the Prologue and comment if interested in the story then I will start to post.

It's a story about how Vegeta's sister meets her little brother again after a long time. Secrets, olden history and more get revealed. Tho this is most centered between the love of the Grand Priest and the Saiyan princess. But not everything is hearts and rainbows Requested by @Unchartedfan © (anime) - Toyirama sensei © (story/ocs) - me

Fanfiction of Game of thrones I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS GO TO HBO AND GRRM.

Fanfiction of House of the dragon. I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS GO TO HBO AND GRRM.

Prince Charming is a myth.

There's a myth about a powerful witch, born every thousand years after the death of the last witch. The kingdoms had tried to exterminate such beings in their land, but they failed to wipe it from existence. The blood moon is rising in the horizon. ************************************************ A rebel, Rebella Isadore, a 23-years-old girl raised by the rebels. After a tragic raid at her village, she had to live on without her parents. That made her swear revenge on those who took away her loved ones from her. She hates to show her weaknesses, and yet no one seems to notice, except one incredibly intelligent young man. A prince, the future king of Araya, and the executioner of the kingdom, Casteel Odelgarde, a 27-years-old boy known as the best fighter of the entire world, skilled in every way such that he'd been remarked as being born perfect. He was known to have the most charming look out of the entire kingdom. His smiles would capture every girl's attention, but not the one he tends to captivate. She has a secret that only he knows that could destroy her whole life once it's announced to the world, and he has a secret that only she knows that could ruin his name once it's told to the world. One hardly being able to take revenge. One struggling to protect a kingdom. Together, they can be a powerful couple. However, one of their reluctances is forcing the other to fall in love with them more. !!Trigger warnings at the first line of each chapter!! Book cover generated by AI, edited by me. [Updates on every Wednesday]

If you've read throne of glass by Sarah j Maas then you probably know that she wrote an orginal draft with an alternate ending. This is that original draft! I don't own any characters or the plot

Game of thrones fanfiction I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS GO TO HBO and GRRM

**** After seizing the throne from his brother, Prince Aaron expected to rule-he did not expect to suffer. Kaley is crumbling, its enemies circling like vultures, its people on the brink of despair. The court is a nest of vipers, whispering of his downfall. War looms at the borders, betrayal festers within the palace walls, and the weight of the crown begins to crush the man beneath it. At his side stands Irisa-his Empress, his ruin, the woman he cannot bear to love yet cannot let go. Their marriage was meant to be a partnership, a sanctuary. Instead, it is a battlefield, a slow-burning tragedy unraveling under the strain of duty and deception. Love has no place in the throne room, and as Kaley demands more, Aaron is forced to decide how much of himself he is willing to sacrifice. But the throne is never truly won-it is only borrowed, and always at a cost. Blood will be spilled. Bonds will break. And in the end, the question is not whether Aaron can hold onto the kingdom, but whether he can survive it.