amber lee frost

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire. And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory. I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history. I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale. ......................... Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

A pesar de su frialdad habitual, se enamoró de su cálido toque solo para terminar decepcionada y traicionada. Cuando el amor se torna en oscuridad, se convierte en venenoso y consume el alma. La ingenua Arabella evolucionó. —Gracias por convertirte en mi esposa —fueron las últimas palabras de su frío esposo antes de morir, acompañadas de una sonrisa que nunca antes había adornado sus labios. Ni en el día de su boda. Y ni siquiera en el nacimiento de su único hijo. El Emperador Ferdinand, a quien Arabella amaba tanto, mató a su hijo. Ella se convirtió en una villana y juró venganza por su amado hijo. Durante una década, utilizó todo lo que pudo para hacer pagar a Ferdinand. Hasta que finalmente… ¡cayó en la ruina! Con su venganza completa, la vida de Arabella pronto terminó con su esposo muerto en sus brazos. Pero el destino no había terminado de jugar con ella. De repente, estaba de vuelta hace dos décadas justo después de su boda. ¿Era una maldición o una bendición? No importaba. Porque solo había una cosa que necesitaba hacer. —¡Te arruinaré también en esta vida! —Era su odiosa promesa consigo misma al darse cuenta de que había renacido. Pero en su segunda vida, a Arabella inesperadamente se le otorgó el don de descubrir la verdad. ¿Quién estaba equivocado y quién tenía razón? Solo el tiempo lo dirá.

Wenyan leyó un libro en el que un personaje secundario que compartía su nombre era una falsa heredera. Después de que la verdadera heredera asumiera su posición, la impostora intentó asegurar su lugar en la familia adinerada drogando al hijo mayor y haciendo un hecho consumado de un arroz cocido, solo para ser desenmascarada por la Familia Shen y terminar suicidándose en la desesperación. Wenyan estaba furiosa de ver tal final. ¿Cómo no se podría sobrevivir sin el respaldo de una familia adinerada? ¿Acaso la familia no le había proporcionado una casa de lujo y un sinfín de artículos de lujo? Solo vender esos le reportaría decenas de millones. ¡Ella era simplemente un caso perdido! Si ella fuera la Wenyan del libro, habría renunciado a su posición y simplemente habría vivido relajada como un pez salado! Pero cuando despertó de su sueño, realmente transmigró al libro. Fiel a su palabra, dejó de conspirar. De la noche a la mañana empacó sus maletas, vendió su casa, coche y bolsos, y buscó un trabajo. Toda la Familia Shen notó el cambio en Wenyan, su hija adoptada. No solo se había mudado obedientemente, sino que también nunca causó problemas de nuevo. Aún más extraño fue que ahora podían ver sus pensamientos más íntimos. «Papá, Mamá, nunca quise usurpar su nido, pero los resultados de la prueba de ADN de la verdadera hija tienen problemas. De hecho, ella es incluso más falsa que yo, la supuesta heredera.», pensó. Padres de la Familia Shen: ...... Entonces, la 'hija' perdida y encontrada fue expuesta como una impostora y llevada por la policía para ser interrogada. «Hermano mayor, ese compañero de colegio tuyo no es bueno, es un espía corporativo, el hijo ilegítimo de los archienemigos de la Familia Shen.», pensó. El hijo mayor de la Familia Shen: ...... Después, el compañero fue sorprendido robando documentos confidenciales y también fue llevado por la policía para ser interrogado. «Segundo hermano, eres una persona tan pura y noble, no debes estar con la hija de la Familia Qin, ella solo te está usando, su corazón en realidad está puesto en alguien más.», pensó. El segundo hijo de la Familia Shen: ...... Gracias, lo investigaré. «Y tercer hermano, cuarto hermano......», pensó. Al final, nadie podría haber predicho que la hija adoptada menos distinguida de la Familia Shen se convertiría en la mimada nuera.

Tang San × Bingxue Shu Yu × Xiao Wu

[Error!] [Error!] [Error!] [System cannot synchronize with user! The soul is not compatible!] [User don't have any knowledge of future] [Survival chances until the end...........0%!] [Ding!~] [System cannot be initiated. But for poor user who had no future....We pity you!] [So each event you survives you will be rewarded according to your contribution in scenario! That's all we can do for you.] [Best of luck use–no. Best of luck Extra!] [---] ....... Aron lived a normal, happy life. He wasn’t a loner, nor did he have a tragic past. So why was he the one who got transmigrated? While trying out a new game, he found himself inside its world, in the body of an extra. As if that weren’t bad enough, he received a broken, useless system. Offering rewards only if he survived each scenerio. He had no guidance. No warnings. No knowledge of the game. This world was destined for chaos, where Eternal Beings would wage war in the near future. Aron— now Noah would carve his own path to survive. Even if it means to become an Eternal being himself. But for now, surviving the academy alone was already a nightmare. --- [A/N: The Story is Slowpaced. There will be lot of fun and entertainment chapter. Read them as fun and Don't question over their actions since they were written as fun. Story will be more serious and dark when it needed to! So enjoy now!] Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/dtFkwXFrNm You can Support me on kofi: https://ko-fi.com/lolman2020

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars. But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried. Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power. As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of her reality, a shadow began appearing to her, feeding her magic she was never meant to wield. Hunted by those who seek to use her, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to face. Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

Eun Ha? " the manager called, " Please take a menu to that table and get their request." deep down she would have wanted someone else to do it but this was the boss orders, who was she to reject. she took the menu and walked straight to the table, her heart was racing very fast, she couldn't phantom exactly why. good evening Sir, she said bowing her head politely as she offered the menu what would you like to have? they looked at the menu and pointed what they wanted, she went out from the table and brought the cocktail they had ordered, she turned back to leave when the voice of one of them stopped her in her tracks. "wait" her heart stopped for some split seconds and continued beating with difficulty. I know you, you're Mr Lee's daughter he said with and an evil grin that revealed his tobacco colored teeth. she froze as the tray she was holding dropped to the ground. "I was right, it's them" The restaurant on the ground floor was filled with people mostly the elites, some of them were tourist, others were there for a business meeting and others, conferences. the sound of the dropped tray caught the attention of most of them, making them glance at Eun Ha for some split seconds. He continued, The deadline is tomorrow evening don't forget that. Eun Ha had wanted to say something to them, perhaps, beg them but the words never left her throat. Eun Ha stood there for about two minutes, "will you get us our meal or will you just stand there?" the other muttered harshly. she knew they were evil men, above the law. falling into their trap was the most dangerous place a person could be. she resigned to begging for more time. one glance, Mu Chen could tell what was happening "X force" he whispered underneath his breath. they had quite a reputation and were feared by many. They feared no one and could illegally obtain what was theirs if necessary. He looked at the helpless young lady on the floor, he knew there was no way they'd let her go, no matter how much she begged. he didn't know this girl, yet he felt a need to protect her. he went out and waited in his car in the parking area. "Wait," he said with a deep voice. Chae won was surprised he would have sworn a few minutes ago that he was in a hurry to leave. The loan sharks finished their meal as she handed them their bills, "How ironic, we're paying for your service and you owe us," he said humorously as they both burst into laughter. Eun Ha felt a knife pierce her heart, she had never felt so much humiliation in her life. she followed them outside the building trying to plead with them for the last time to see if they'd cave in and give her more time but they just walked straight to the car and drove off. Eun Ha stood outside the hotel, in despair, her father was going to die, this men were ruthless, the cloud had darkened earlier, soon few drops of rain started falling, but she was in no hurry to leave as if it were possible for the rain to wash down all her pain, she stood outside staring blankly into thin air while it rained on her, soon her hair was separating into clustered strands, tear a freely flowed down her cheeks, she felt like screaming, she felt helpless, Just then she couldn't feel the raindrops on her skin she turned as her eyes met with a tall handsome young man holding a big black umbrella. Mu Chen looked at her sorrowful eyes, he could see the pain in her soul through them. "I know who they were, and I can roughly guess what it is" Eun Ha was confused, "what did he know? who was he? why is he being kind to me?" she asked one question after another in her head. "How much?" he asked with a king like voice. "10,000 dollars," she said as her lips trembled, "How did you...?" this time she was starting to get suspicious. I have an offer for you, I'll clear the debt but you'll carry my baby"

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

Selene Jameson war schon immer der Schandfleck der Familie, die ungewollte Tochter, ein Schatten der Goldkinder. In der Nacht, in der ihre Mutter stirbt, um ihr das Leben zu retten, verliert Selene die einzige Person, die sie je geliebt hat. Als Atlas D'Angelo, der Junge, dem sie alles gab, sie auf die grausamste Art und Weise verrät, schwört sie, nie wieder um Liebe zu betteln. Doch das Schicksal hat düsterere Pläne. In der Nacht, in der Selene endlich Freiheit, Ruhm, Geld und eine eigene Zukunft schmeckt, verkauft ihre Familie sie an eine übernatürliche Auktion. Sie wird in eine verborgene Welt gestoßen, die von Lykanern beherrscht wird, die Menschen als nichts weiter als eine Ware ansehen. Dann kauft er sie. Mikhail Morozov, der Wintercrest-Alpha und Hohe Alpha der Onyx-Eintracht. Gefürchtet in ganz Nocturna, dem Reich der Lykaner. Mit einer zerbrochenen Vergangenheit, einer vermissten Schwester und einem Thron, der auf Blut und Verrat gebaut ist, ist das Letzte, was er braucht, ein aufsässiges Menschenmädchen mit einer scharfen Zunge und einem schwärzeren Humor als seine Sünden. Aber Selene ist kein Mensch. Sie trägt den Halbmond, ein Zeichen uralter Macht, das Nocturna retten oder zerstören könnte. Als sich herausstellt, dass Kustav Volkov, ein rivalisierender, skrupelloser Alpha, Selenes Vater ist, erhebt er Anspruch auf sie. Mikhail bietet Selene eine Wahl an: ihn in einem blutgebundenen Pakt zu heiraten, der ihr Schutz nach dem Gesetz der Lykaner gewährt. Aber diese Zweckehe wird alles andere als zweckmäßig sein. *** „Und du riechst gut“, unterbrach ich ihn, die Worte sprudelten aus mir heraus, bevor ich sie aufhalten konnte. „Wirklich gut. Wie Winter, aber nicht die furchterregende Art. Die schöne Art. Mit Schnee und –“ Ich rümpfte die Nase und suchte nach der richtigen Beschreibung. „Diesen zarten Frostmustern, die auf Glas erscheinen.“ Mikhail brachte ein tiefes Geräusch in seiner Brust hervor, das ein Knurren, ein Lachen oder etwas dazwischen hätte sein können. „Warum gibt es da zwei Treppen?“, platzte ich plötzlich heraus und starrte auf die doppelte, große Treppe, die sich vor uns auftürmte. „Ist das Absicht? Es scheint lächerlich übertrieben.“ „Es gibt nur eine Treppe, moya.“ „Bist du sicher? Ich sehe nämlich definitiv zwei. Vielleicht brauchst du eine Sehkorrektur. Brauchen Lykaner Brillen? Das wäre urkomisch. Winzige Brillen auf einem riesigen, furchterregenden Wolf –“ „Selene.“ Seine Stimme klang angespannt, so straff, dass sie selbst durch meinen Nebel drang. „Du musst aufhören zu reden.“ Ich blickte zu ihm auf, während der Schmerz den angenehmen Dunst durchdrang. „Warum? Nerve ich dich? Tut mir leid. Ich werde still sein.“ „Nein.“ Das Wort kam scharf, fast gequält heraus. „Du nervst mich nicht. Du bist –“ Er brach den Satz ab, sein Kiefer spannte sich so heftig an, dass ich den Muskel zucken sah. „Ruh dich einfach aus.“ Aber ich wollte mich nicht ausruhen. Ich wollte verstehen, warum sein Gesichtsausdruck so aussah – so starr und heißhungrig und noch etwas, das ich nicht einordnen konnte. „Ist alles in Ordnung?“, fragte ich und hob meine Hand zu seinem Kiefer. Er fing mein Handgelenk ab, bevor ich ihn berühren konnte, sein Griff war sanft und doch unnachgiebig. „Lass es.“ „Warum nicht?“ „Weil ich die Kontrolle ohnehin kaum bewahren kann, und wenn du mich jetzt berührst –“ Er hielt abrupt inne und presste die Augen für einen Moment zusammen. „Lass es einfach.“ Das hätte mir Angst machen sollen. Die Wildheit in seinem Ton, die Art, wie seine Zurückhaltung aus allen Nähten zu platzen schien. Aber mein betrunkenes Ich lächelte nur, unerklärlich erfreut. Dann bemerkte ich, wie sein Blick nach unten wanderte. Nur für den Bruchteil eines Herzschlags. Zu meinem Mund. Hitze blühte in meiner Brust auf und breitete sich wie ein Lauffeuer aus. „Du willst mich küssen“, hauchte ich, und die Erkenntnis machte mich schwindelig. Seine Augen schnellten zurück zu meinen, das eisige Blau wurde raubtierhaft. „Küssen“, sagte er langsam, seine Stimme eine Oktave tiefer, „kratzt nicht einmal an der Oberfläche dessen, was ich mit dir tun will.“ Mir blieb die Luft weg. Sein Griff um mein Handgelenk verlagerte sich, sein Daumen fand meinen Puls. Drückte dort. Fühlte den rasenden Rhythmus, den er verursacht hatte. „Küssen ist sanft“, fuhr er fort und beugte sich gerade so weit vor, dass sein Atem über meine Lippen strich. Nah genug, um zu nehmen. Nah genug, um zu beanspruchen. Aber er tat es nicht. „Küssen ist süß. Was ich will?“ Seine Augen wanderten mein Gesicht hinab, meinen Hals, tiefer und dann mit bedächtiger Langsamkeit wieder nach oben. „Daran ist nichts Sanftes.“

Tras ser encontrada y traída de vuelta por su rica familia, Arabella Donovan tiene un despertar inesperado y descubre que el mundo en el que vive es una mezcolanza de clichés de historias populares. Su hermano mayor es el personaje trágico de una novela melodramática y angustiosa; Su segundo hermano es la carne de cañón en una novela de fantasía y poder en el mundo del espectáculo; Su tercer hermano es el chivo expiatorio que termina con antecedentes penales en un empalagoso romance juvenil; Su cuarta hermana es la villana despiadada en una historia de 'heredera real contra falsa heredera'; E incluso sus padres son simples personajes secundarios antagónicos en algún dulce romance de mediana edad. Arabella Donovan: Esta familia es una completa colección de desgracias. La palabra 'trágico' se queda corta. Su familia, después de escuchar todos sus pensamientos internos: "..."