politics

Violet Sorrengail is DONE. She's done being the dutiful youngest daughter of Senator Lilith Sorrengail. She's done trying to be the perfect girlfriend. She's done living up to everyone else's expectations. In need of a fresh start, she packs her bags - and her secrets - and moves to Brooklyn with her estranged brother, Brennan, to start over. Things are off to a great start when she has a hot one-night stand - until she realizes the handsome stranger is none other than one of her brother's best friends, Xaden Riorson. Things are complicated enough - they do not want Brennan to find out - but when Brennan asks Xaden to protect his sister, things get infinitely more complex. Everyone has secrets. And no secret stays buried forever. Even ones that could bring down the government.

When Harry Potter cast his first Cruciatus Curse, he was successful. In doing so, he awoke the darkness in his head. It whispers, and it's never wrong. The darkness is hungry, and won’t be denied. ‘To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark, go without sight and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings.’

Finally getting a taste of what his kingdom has turned into in his absence, and the lack of respect for the Morningstar name as a result, Lucifer decides that it’s time to step back into the Ring - literally and figuratively. Hell has a hierarchy, and while he has always remained at the top, it’s time to remind Hell of why he sits in the real seat of power. Without Lilith at his side, participation in Hellish society seems more daunting than ever. But it has been long enough. He has an heir to protect and a Ring to clean up. Two birds with one stone.

He is the first seer the Potter family has ever had, but is it really as much of a blessing as it appears? Harry knows he has a chance prevent the horrors of the First Wizarding War from ever happening and set things right. Things don't go quite as planned, however, and Harry instead finds himself being part of a larger game with hidden rules. A jaded, darker, bitter, and tired pawn that is trying to survive the war that looms.

"I look at our son and I believe that Thor is going to be a good king. Then I see our youngest and I know that Loki would be brilliant." Long live the King. But the King is old, his politics unpopular and shared by the Crown Prince. The whispers that demand his youngest son should sit on the throne turn into screams. As the nation descends into chaos America takes advantage of the opportunity to expand their influence on Asgard. In the midst of everything are Thor and Loki, two princes who try to not end up as a pawn in someone else's game. Steve, an American DS agent struggling with culture shock and his strange feelings for his colleague James. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist and weapons manufacturer just wants to get his business deal done and maybe see if his charms also work on real royality

The whirlwind of strife of wars past and present requires Jon and Sansa to wed (and consummate) in order to secure their new kingdom. With dragons to the South and Others to the North, they are surrounded by foes, and can only do what they can to keep things together. Which is all they want, right?

This is a tale of two countries finding peace; a tale of a jealous emperor, of how a team was put together to save these two countries from their doom. The kingdom of Altea seeks peace with its Galran Empire neighbor, but the tyrannic Emperor Zarkon refuses to let Altea flourish while his turns to sand. It takes a prince, a general, a hitman, an inventor, a smith, and a guild of assassins to ensure that peace will reign throughout the continent of Cygnus.

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.