birthright dnd

Nicole MacDonald is a thirty something year old Kiwi who loves to read and moonlights as a novelist. An avid reader from a young age, writing only occurred to her a few years ago after reading a book that didn’t quite hit the spot. Daily scribbles eventuated into the BirthRight Trilogy, an Epic Fantasy Romance with women who know how to wield a sword, AND swing a punch. A literary journey that included six months of long sword training, as well as ju-jitsu lessons, and self-defence lessons for Nicole. When not writing Nicole loves to watch all manner of documentaries, escape to her family's cabin in the woods, and spend time with her other half and their fur critters. Bound by love, drawn by magick, happily ever after won’t come without a fight. Looking for love, four friends cast a spell. Thrust into a terrifying new world, they find themselves fighting for their lives, until help drops in. Now, alongside the Griffon Guard, they must learn to use powers they never knew they had, to save a world they never knew existed. Love might be an option, but only if they defeat an ancient darkness hell bent on ruling the world...

In a world where Essence—a primordial mystical energy—is the source of all magic and martial power, the Empire reigns unchallenged over the continent. Its supremacy rests on relentless military discipline and an imperial bloodline upheld by the Dominions. According to an immutable tradition, each of the four great dukes offers a bride to the Emperor. From these unions are born the legitimate heirs to the throne, raised to rule, to command, and to perpetuate imperial order. But at the heart of this dynasty lies an anomaly. The Emperor’s bastard son was born of a woman without rank or name. Rejected at birth, he is considered a stain upon the imperial bloodline. To the legitimate heirs, he is not merely an insult—he is a threat. Hunted, scorned, condemned to the shadows, he grows up in hostility and solitude… until the day his destiny shifts. The opening of the Imperial Magical Academy—an institution where the future masters of Essence and the rulers of the Empire are forged—forces him into the arena. There, he must confront not only his half-brothers, but also a system entirely designed to crush him. At the Academy, every trial is a symbolic execution: a single failure means disgrace, exile… or death. Caught in a web of political conspiracies, fratricidal rivalries, and ancient secrets left behind by a long-forgotten primordial force, he discovers that his rage, his cunning, and the power slumbering within him could shake the very foundations of the Empire. His rise will not merely be a struggle for the throne. It will be a war for survival. "english is not my first language please be gentel"

*****WARNING: This series contains themes of abuse, rape, torture, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self-harm, and toxic relationships. I suggest a use of caution when reading this series.***** ~~Book 3 of Half-blooded series~~ Rose wakes up from her locked mind to find that her brother is missing, is being tortured because she left the Heaven realm, and that her demon of a father is still alive, but if she tells anyone what she knows, she will have to watch her newfound family be ripped apart. Her every move is being monitored, and she must learn to control her powers and unite both her kingdoms. Week faces a tough situation. The girl who he's protected her whole life is both his promised and he is her soulmate. He knows that she doesn't feel fondly of him, yet he can't help but feel pulled into her. The question that bounces around his mind is how to convince her that he does care and how to help her escape her darkness that is swallowing her whole. Levi never wanted this. He never asked to be here, all he wanted was to see Rose again, yet he was sucked into a world he couldn't imagine if he wanted to. Michael forces him to stay silent and be a good child and heir to him. If he fails to listen or makes one wrong move, he gets abused and tortured in the dungeon. No one can hear him screaming for help except his sister in their shared dreamscape. ***Original version of the story, series currently being rewritten by AngelXDemon***

His birthright lay right there, an orb of pure darkness, with the knowledge of generations, the hard work of all his ancestors, the lives reaped and the lives lost, the blood, the sweat, the tears all given for a legacy burned to the ground, for people now enslaved, for wealth now taken and for false power. The irony is almost laughable as i kneel before the pure black orb and the last treasure of my family bloodline, perhaps they couldn't take everything. An arrow pieced through my abdomen, my dripping blood gives up and falls finding its last solace in the smooth surface of the orb. "I Darius Creed, the last pureblood of my family line will not desecrate centuries of longevity.....I must survive". A small prelude to the main story. ^ The first 20 chapters contain most of the world building details in the novel so please be patient enough to read through them. :) I own all credits to the cover image.

Book II of the trilogy! Ariana Benson never imagined the truth behind her birth or the horror that came with the knowledge. Now, six months after the devastating attack from the angel Judiel and the loss of Chris, she has the task of beginning the redemption efforts to save her kind from annihilation. But as she begins to learn more and more about her father Saffron, she also begins to wonder if there is more behind his selfish actions than simply being a Fallen Angel. What is Saffron planning, and will he help her save herself and the other Nephilim, or let them all die?

Xander Gray never expected much from life. At seventeen, he was used to disappointment-an unforgiving home, a school that wanted nothing to do with him, and a future that seemed to be slipping through his fingers. But when a late-night encounter with a rogue mage reveals a shocking truth-he has magic of his own-his world is thrown into chaos. Thrust into an elite academy where power is second nature to everyone but him, Xander struggles to navigate a world he never knew existed. As he works to understand his newfound abilities, whispers of a sinister force lurking in the shadows grow louder. The world is far bigger-and far deadlier-than he ever imagined. And whether he's ready or not, Xander is about to become a part of it. Discord for updates and announcements: https://discord.gg/2z66ZGEEj9

Marcus "The Wolf" DeLuca died at fifty in a Chicago alley—thirty years of empire-building ended by a single bullet. He expected hell. Instead, he wakes up as Prince Aurelius Valmont, third son of the dying Eisenhart Kingdom, eighteen years old and universally despised. The original Aurelius was weak, idealistic, kind—everything Marcus spent three decades learning to kill. The palace is a viper's nest: his brothers plot to have him declared unfit, the King regards him with disappointment, and in two months, the Grand Council votes to strip his birthright entirely. They think he's the same pathetic prince. They're wrong. Marcus built criminal empires from nothing. He turned street thugs into loyal armies. He survived by making trust a weapon and mercy a myth. These silk-draped nobles playing their little games? They're amateurs. He starts rebuilding: servants become spies, "lowborn" outcasts become allies, and the kingdom's underbelly—darker than any crime family—becomes his domain. Within weeks, the palace trembles. Within a month, his brothers sleep with locked doors. Then he finds the letter. The King is dying faster than anyone knows. And Aurelius's "accidental" death wasn't an accident—a shadow organization called The Covenant has manipulated the throne for generations, and they've already chosen their puppet king. The original prince discovered them. That's why they killed him. But Marcus isn't the prince who can be quietly eliminated. His only unexpected complication? Lady Isadora Thorne—the court's most dangerous political player, brutally intelligent, viciously ambitious, and the only person who sees through his mask. She was the original Aurelius's declared enemy. Now she's offering an alliance... and he can't tell if she's his salvation or his executioner. In two months, the King dies and the kingdom burns. The only question is: will Marcus seize the throne with blood-stained hands, destroy The Covenant and build something new, or discover that some crowns aren't worth the souls they cost? Because the mob boss who became a prince is about to teach this medieval court what real power looks like.

Hi! First time writing, so have your expectations as low as possible, thank you. Also english is not my first language, please correct any mistakes i make in the comments. This is just the story of the DnD sessions i play with my friends from school brought to paper. We play for the fun and are not good at roleplay. We play our characters just like we are in real life, stupid, childisch dorks. The story and dialogues are also not very thougth through, but i hope i can share with you the fun we are having during our sessions, as you read this. Many jokes will probably get lost in the translation, i will add a comment to explain any oddities in wording. I'm trying to add a bit of seriousness to make it readable. I'm not the DM, i play the guy in the cover, so not responsible for how the story plays out. Also i have no idea how to title this. Make suggestions throughout the novel and i will pick one that i like. Presumably change it a few times. And now, have fun!

"I remember it clearly. These giant crystal structures - monoliths - descended from the sky at night. Everyone was left in awe and wonder. It was a beautiful sight as the moonlight reflected fractals of a myriad colours off of them. However, once they stopped descended, the world started to fade into mist, us too. After what seemed like forever, we awoke in a different world: here."

After my best friend and the man she was obsessed with conspired to kill me, I was reborn. I found myself back on that neon-lit night, and as I watched him pour a white powder into her champagne, I decided that this time, I would simply watch. My best friend, Brooke, had dragged me to this rooftop bar in Manhattan for a party hosted by Caleb, the man she was obsessed with. I watched as Caleb sprinkled a white powder into Brooke's champagne. In my past life, I knocked that glass over, only to be pushed from this very rooftop by her. The last thing I saw as I fell was Caleb dialing 911 to turn her in, a cigarette already lit as he stood over the spot where my body would land. Now, reborn, I swore she would drink that champagne.