4 Book(s) Related to valyria

There’s a prophecy – a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah’s field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone.

The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I’m destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I’ve known that since the age of five.

Now, can you guess who needs to die?

Death doesn’t bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals – because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens.

No one cared to help, no one listened – definitely not the Gods. So why should I?
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Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others.

And there is her.

A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her.

What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe?

Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities.

She finds only one answer: REVENGE.

WARNING this story contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!

"It seems fate looked at us both tonight and laughed" Alexia was just a servant until her life changed when she found herself having to pretend to be Princess Charlotte in exchange for her freedom. But when she marries Prince Estevan in Charlotte's place and all eyes are on her, it becomes a dangerous game to hide her true identity.

He towers over my small frame. His muscles bulge beneath the fabric of his clothes as he steps closer to me. I want to leave, but he won’t let me go. His hand wraps around my arm.

“You’re my mate.”

“Chosen mate.” I remind him. I’ve learned there’s a very distinct difference between the two. A fated mate connection, created by the moon goddess herself, is something so undeniable and pure.

Or so I’ve heard.

His loud growl emanates through the room and vibrates through my body when he pulls me toward him. His arms are like thick metal bars caging me in. His eyes swirl between light amber and black.

“I don’t care. You. Are. My. Mate.”

“But—“

He holds my chin between two fingers, forcing me to look up and effectively shutting me up.

“Are you not listening?”

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They want me to become the mate of their crown prince. Me, a mere human, mated to a ruthless monster!

We’ve been at war with the werewolves for years. I watched many of my friends and family die under the claws of werewolves. I may be small and weak, but now the wolves are coming for my home again and I cannot stand by and do nothing.

I can protect them, but in order to do that, I’ll have to commit to the demands of my enemy. They believe I’ll do what they say, because I'm afraid and honestly, I’m terrified. Living with the monsters from my nightmares, who wouldn’t be?

Still, I will never turn my back on my people, even if I won’t survive this.

And the crown prince? Causing destruction and despair runs through his blood. He’s probably even worse than the rest of them.

Right?
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Warning: this story contains explicit language, violence, murder and sex.

The funny thing about love, is that you don't always get to choose but your soul finds its mate. But what happens if all odds are against you being with your soulmate? Soon the lines between fake marriage and reality start to blur, mixing together and entangling them in delusions and fantasies.