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Hel and the Emerald Sky City

[Mature Content] ||| This is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an Urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient academy, and with one of the main plots being revenge. There are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in our very world. ||| Torture is all I’ve known for two thousand years. Not because I’m the one causing it, which ain’t the case, but because since the old reptile, Dragon Queen Meredith Bloom and her daughter in law, Crowned Princess Philippa Bloom kidnapped me from my mother when I was 7 years old, and killed her in front of me, I’ve been treated like a material she absolutely despised but wanted to make a weapon with. All because I’m the bastard daughter of the Crowned Prince Russell Frederick Bloom, the “holy-golden-dragon” with my mom, a black dragon extremely powerful who worked directly with the Dragon Queen and King as the Royal blacksmith and stylist. Which baffles me even more is that mother and Russell were mates, but as dear grandma there didn’t want a black dragon to mate with her precious golden son, she terrorized my mom when she learned of their affair and made sure her son married a female golden dragon of high birth right away. That’s where Philippa Pepper Wreathers-Bloom comes into the picture. She got engaged to my birth father before mother could even have me, and as soon as she had me on the territory now known as New Zealand, she ran away to her family’s original territory on the Himalaya Mountain Range. Which is where she made her lair and raised me for 7 years, in physical age. That is, until dear grandma came and ended our short-lived happiness. Aye, key detail. Mom and dad were both dragons, of different founding clans but both dragons, nevertheless, I came out weird and I’m not a dragon at all, I’m something else entirely, though still in the reptile family. Which is another reason why Meredith tortured the shite out of me. If there was something she despises more than having a bastard in her perfect Royal bloodline, is having a bastard who’s an error in the system (not my choice of words, hers), something that’s only been heard in legends of the long gone old world. What are you then, Hel? I’m a serpent. But not just a serpent, I’m a gigantic black serpent with emerald scales here and there (which Meredith is to blame for), long and wide bat-like wings, with sapphire eyes, and silver sharp fangs full of a very lethal poison. ||| English is not my first language.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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164 Chs

Disgrace the Dragon Charmer

[Mature Content] English is not my first language. ||| My eyes travelling up to what's in front of me that's resumed in one words: steps. Steps, steps, and more steps. The pathway to get to Arkhane War College is vastly known all over the Empire of Donaar, it wouldn't be a surprise if it's just as known outside our borders either, and it's as admired as it is feared. Admired by the outsiders, feared by those who are picked to take part in the deadly test that goes on after you're chosen to take part in the damn college. If you don't die before you get there for the test, or if you don't die during the test, nor during your first day in it, neither before you can graduate after 5 years, you will become part of the strongest quadrant of Donaar. But that's the catch: if you survive. Every year on the 1st of July, 11111 people are chosen by the tears of Belaxarim, the leader of the dragons, who is bonded to the Supreme Commander of Arkhane War College. Out of 11111, only 8888 survive the pathway up to get to where the test happens, and out of those 8888, only 888 survive the actual test to get in that takes place right after everyone gets to the top of the mountain. By the end of the first year there, only 555 of them are alive, and by the end of their 5th year, only 111 graduate. It ain't probability, it's a fact. It's something that happens every year. A survival ratio of 0.11%, hence why it's feared. 11111 are picked every year, 111 survive it all. It's as cruel as it sounds, which is why they tell the "chosen" ones not to get attached to anyone, because they will either lose everyone or die, and their deaths won't be nice. Graduating itself is a hard job, you can't get out of the college until the end, and some people get stuck in the years. You may get in it innocent, but Arkhane reaps that innocence out of you by force, forcing you to be a cold-blooded and heartless murder. A place where to survive you have to kill or get killed, a place where nobody can be trusted, not even the dragon that picks you until you solidify the bond. They say the tears of Belaxarim pick those who profoundly desire to be part of Arkhane to either provide for their family, to achieve greatness in war, to get a chance to ride a dragon, or to be on the top of the chain under the Emperor. I call that bullshit. I don't want to be here. I don't want to fight. I don't want to ride a dragon. I don't want to be an Imperial warrior. I don't want to be even more surrounded by death. I don't want this little dirty monetary "help". Fuck, I'm terrified of heights, how am I supposed to survive well in here just to get a fucking dragon? I don't want to fucking fly. I don't want to be a bloody rider. But it's not like I have a choice, my fate is now set in stone and the only way for me to get out of Arkhane War Colleges is bonding a bloody dragon and surviving five years here to become an official rider. Once you get picked to come to this dragon hell, you either leave dead or graduated, there's no in between.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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30 Chs

Of Rage & Suffering She Lives

[Mature Content] ||| this is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an Urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient academy, and with one of the main plots being revenge. there are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in our very world. ||| dual point of view one love interest ||| As I closed the portal I opened with my spatial magic after both of my idiotic brothers crossed it, they turned to me with a wide and mischievous grin and before I could open a portal to get out of here, Apollo held me back by my forearm and Atlas took my ear pods out of my ears. I hate when he does that. Can they understand that if I'm with pods on, it's 'cause I have no intention of talking with people? "...phone?" I blinked and stared at my snow-white haired brothers, wondering how would I look if I had their snow wavy hair and golden eyes instead of how I came out. I mean, I do magically dye my hair crimson red and use golden lens since ever, but my actual looks are nothing like that. I didn't really took dad's hair or his midnight blue eyes, or mom's golden eyes and her baby pink wavy hair either. I'm just... Weird. Hot? Absolutely. But weird. Thankfully my brothers no better than to tell anyone about how I actually look like. In fact, it's been such a long time since I just rested in front of anyone, including, looking like I naturally am, that they might have forgotten it by now. Also another reason why I don't shift into my dragon in front of absolutely no one, except when I'm in a personal training in vacation with dad, even though he's not a dragon but a vampire, I feel okay to be myself for once. Even more comfortable than I feel with my two brothers. Maybe 'cause I'm bitter that I don't look like them or our parents at all. I mean, my features are a bit like mom were, according to dad, but it's been 9 years now, as painful as it is to admit, I don't remember mom so vividly anymore. One more reason for me to kill Lust-Rhae Evangeline Python, the Archangel Queen, that fucking bitch who killed mom after she killed her husband by self-fucking-defense after he attacked her. I mean, what did she expect? That the Dragon Queen would just watch Wrath-Grey Zade Cervenka try to kill dad and be fucking okay with it? Fuck no. They were mates after all. The Demon King brought that to himself, but that bitch couldn't handle it and came after mom when dad wasn't around and killed her. In front of me. And I am supposed to put up with her rebel twin kids, Pride-Niklaus and Vain-Dove? You really think that would be a good idea? I want to kill both of them before I kill her, just for her to taste how it feel to have a loved one being killed right on front of you as you watch it helplessly. ||| English is not my first language. It's original by me.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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50 Chs

Made of Death and Stars

[Mature Content] English is not my first language. ||| ["Don't go, it'ssssss dangerousssss, witchling!"] Jade and Peridot told her at the same time, and her eyes went directly to where they were curled up in her bed, their heads up, tongues hissing, black eyes shimmering as well as the end of their emerald-scales tails. She halted, staring at them, her anxiety growing inside her chest, "How'd it be dangerous? It's just me, Saoirse, and her mom Dior." ["Don't go, witchling!"] They insisted but didn't give her any kind of explanations, they never did, which always frustrated Emerald, because she never understood what they meant, why they were always saying weird stuff, or why they didn't like her best friend Saoirse. "You should stop with this insistent disliking on her," she growled, "she's my best friend, the only actual normal friend I've ever had. I mean, witch is my normal, so she's on it. Everyone else either acted like I didn't exist or tried to kill me, she didn't, and she's been helping me, actively, to stay grounded. So, if you want me to break my promise to my best friend to meet her mom at final, you better give me a bloody good reason." But her familiar twin serpents didn't, ["It'ssssss dangerousssss, witchling. That'sssssss all you need to know. Lissssssten to ussssss."] "Why?" She countered, voice rising, stress taking over. "Why do you always do this to me? Why? Why do you always try to stop me from being with my best friend? Hell under me, she's the only fucking person who ever saw me for who I am and accepted me, and you want to fuck me over? I have nobody else," she yelled. "I don't want to die alone. I've long lost hope of ever having romance in my life, but let me have friendship at least. I don't want to be stuck with the two of you forever. You are a couple, mates, and I'm bitter because even you have someone and I don't." Breathing heavily, Emerald grabbed the newest grimoire she made for herself using the shed scales of her familiars, shaking with anger. She's never been one to be good at controlling her emotions well, even less her outbursts, and that has always been deadly for her. Or better, for the people around her, memories that haunt her to her core, guilt creeping in. ["Witchling, you have usssssss. You are different from them. It will be hard to blend in when you refussssssse to go to Alexandrini!"] Jade hissed annoyed. ["You are not accepted in here, witchling!"] Peridot added. "I am not going to that hellish academy," she hissed, feeling tears burn in her eyes. "You know why. You know why I can't be there. I won't find a coven even if I go there, which I will not fucking do. He won't let me go if I step foot in that hell. If he get his hands on me, I'm dead, I'm dead," swallowing she tightened her grip on her grimoire, "he will find a way to kill me, because he blames me for her death. And I blame myself too, but I cannot fucking die. I don't want to hear you telling me how fucking alone I am in this world, yeah? I know. You don't need to remind me." ["Not alone, you have ussssss, witchling. And they will never be able to harm you in Alexandrini, if you are a sssssstudent. We'll-"] "I don't want your protection, Jade," she snapped, "I'm no kid. And he will find a way to kill me if I'm there. I can't, why can't you understand?" ["If you refussssssse to get training, more will die becausssse of your lack of control over your emotionsssss and powersssss, witchling. They are probably looking for you. Not to kill you, to train you."]

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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32 Chs

The Return of the Demonic Nine-Taled Fox to Fairy Land

[MATURE CONTENT] ※※※ Before I realized, I was in the line of sight of the most breathtakingly beautiful being I had ever laid my eyes on, the King of the Academy, a literal future King, he was to the fae what I am to the demons, and there was something about that made me... what to give in to my succubus nature. His name was Eric L. Von Hyden and he was the top 1, he was the King of Von Hyden Academy, a Crowned Prince of the Fae Kingdom of Nyx, and he had his eyes on me in my last year. My parents had warned me not to get involved with anyone, especially not someone who was too strong, not someone in Royalty, they told me to avoid those the most. But Tartarus be damned, I was unable to take him off my mind the second he grabbed me by my waist and avoided me from falling down the stairs when I had been with my head elsewhere, his scent was addicting, an exotic mix of their passionflower, cloves, and sandalwood. A scent that lingered. He had grabbed me by my waist with a hand, and held my right hand with the other to bring me to him and avoid my fall. It was in the middle of the night, we were in the tower of the Poisontail House, one of the four the students were divided into, he was the leader of the House in senior year and I was the top female student in it, but I had never encountered him like that. His skin was warm in mine and he tightened his grip on me to take me out of the border of the stairs, a fall from there would be painful. From that night on, Eric began to shadow me around in a maddening way, I wanted to run from him at the same intensity as I wanted to run to him, but when he noticed the later, that only made him chase me harder. But in the end, he was my fairytale, my forbidden prince, my starcrossed lover who was not meant to be.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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40 Chs

To Fool the God of Death

[Mature Content] English is not my first language. ||| All the seven families would be granted a sip of the immortality dew that they would get from sacrificing Cain and Cassandra Wintergrave, the Emperor and the Empress, as well as their three children: Imperial Crowned Princess Ravenna, Imperial Prince Lucius, and Imperial Princess Scarlat, who were 7, 4, and 2 years old respectively. They got to the youngest heirs first, killing them mercilessly, then parted to the Empress and the Emperor, as they couldn't find the Crowned Princess, and as they were sacrificing them, the immortality dew was being made in front of them. Ravenna watched it all happen from where her mom had hidden her in the throne room. When they were not looking, she grabbed the vessel of the dew. She had her mother teleportation ring on, that her mother had given her when she hid her in the throne room, telling her to turn the magic on it, on, and go to where her mother had set the magical portal to. So, she turned the dew it all down her throat in front of everyone, yelling a promise that she'd one day comeback to make them pay for what they did, and before they attacked her, she teleported away. Ravenna was 7 and never found. I am Ravenna. And I remember it all too well.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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31 Chs

Dragon Mates: The Enchantment of Fate

[MATURE CONTENT] One thing you should know is that we un-naturals, aka non-humans, live in the veil of magic between the natural and the un-natural world, we can be among humanity and they will see us as if we were like them, and we live in their "countries", but in a different side of it, a side that humans cannot see, where there's a whole different system of power. Kings, Queens, Dukes, Duchess, Princes, Princesses, and beyond, that typa royalty system you probably know of. Each human "continent" is a Kingdom in our realm, having one of it's "countries" as the royal capital, correlating with one another differently, and the other "countries" are all governed by Dukes and Duchesses, their children are Noble Princes and Princesses, while the King and Queen's kids are Royals, whereas the Dukes and Duchess are also Royals. All those important kinds all over the world are accepted into Zeus Academy, it's the most important academy in the world, and it only takes in kids from noble and royal families, be it a Baron or a Duke or a King, or even bastards of noble and royal families, and adopted kids from those too, as long as they are un-naturals. It's a sky academy, so, no getting out of it, you need to be teleported inside, for that you need prior permission of the headmaster, it's a lot. I'm the daughter of the 2nd daughter of the Indian Duke and Duchess of Asia with the firstborn son of the Italian Duke and Duchess of Europe, as my madre Maya Navya Khan is the 2nd out the 10 kids of Shreyas Ayaan Khan and Aadhya Anika Rathore-Khan, and my padre Pietro Alessio Bianchini is the 1st out of the 5 kids of Leonardo Matteo Bianchini and Valentina Serena Giannini-Bianchini. And because the kids always take the last name of their most politically dominant parents, my name is Mahnoor Arianna Bianchini, and my older brother is Riccardo Aaryan Bianchini. My parents only had us so far, he's six years older than me, from June 5th, so, currently 28 years old, and the heir of our family, the future Duke Bianchini. What kind of un-natural are you, Mah? The Bianchini is a long line of storm dragons, while the Khan is a long line of magma dragons, so... I'm a storm and a magma dragon, because that's what happens when two different orders, if mates, procreate: hybrids born to be stronger than both their orders ever were and with an extra unique power that formed from the interracial breeding. Mine is time, though it's a secret that only my parents and Ric knows, while Ric's unique power is dream manipulation that can also be used as nightmares manipulation as is badass as hell. So... I'm a dragon.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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16 Chs

Love's Guide to Win a Game of Death

[Mature Content] English is not my first language. ||| Sci-fi - Dystopian ||| "It's going to be me," I told my aunt, Johanne Holst, my father's sister, the one who raised me after my maternal grandma Greta decided to cut contact, after my maternal aunt, my father, my older brother, and my mother all died in the sick games that happen every 7 years in Mallory, considering me cursed and bringing down our Area from 10 to 27. The plate that was in her hands fell down, but thankfully it didn't break, since we don't have enough money to buy good stuff, so it's made of plastic. "No. No, you won't." Sighing, I walked towards her and picked the plate up. "It'll be me." "Why… why are you saying that?" She cried. "Our family is cursed, auntie Jo, you know that. I don't know why, or how, but this keeps happening. Great-grandpa died and brought our area from 7 to 20, then grandma stayed alive and got to 10, but then her sister died and we went down to 13, then dad died and we went down to 17, then my brother died and we went down to 22, and last time mom was the 2nd to die and we ended up in area 27. This curse has only fallen over us." "It doesn't… it doesn't mean anything. It could be me." I smiled softly, putting the plastic plate aside and holding her hands, "The Holst bloodline isn't curse, but the Mathiasen is, auntie. Dad got in it after he married mom and got her surname, so he was a Mathiasen then, and so were Silas and mom, and… well, I'm the last one. Grandma Greta won't be picked because she's been through it." "You don't know that for sure," she cried. "Maybe someone else," "I've been having dreams," I told her. "Of a tear of Mallory floating above my head. I don't want to tell you, because I knew how you would react. But it'll be me, but don't worry, I," "What? Dreams? Since when?" She gasped. "How can you tell me not to worry, Love?" She held me by my shoulders. "Those sick fucking games are a death sentence. They will come at you like beasts, because no one wants to end up falling on the power pyramid, which is decided through the games. We are penultimate. The representatives of areas 28 and 27 are walking targets, and everyone will try to kill you first. Even the 28th, and," I hugged her, "I won't die. I've been preparing myself." "Love," "Please, trust me. Believe in me. Nobody does, I only have you, can you believe in me on this?" I asked, looking into her teary eyes. "I only need you to cheer for and believe in me, auntie, no one else." "I…" she swallowed. "Okay. But since when?" "I actually thought it would be me last time, and not mom, when I was 14, since I began to have the dreams at 10, the minimal age to be part of the Grim Games," I passed a hand over my wavy long blonde hair. "But then mom was picked instead, and I realized I would go in 7 years, at 21. So, every day when I wonder in the radioactive woods, I've been training." "What did you train?" "As the animals in there are not eatable, I've been just hunting them for the sake of getting batter at the daggers and archery," my entire family was made of archers, so there's legacy, even though they were mostly bad as fuck at it, which is why I also self-taught myself the daggers by keeping in my memory the techniques the other areas displayed in the last games. "I also found some old martial arts books and I've been trying that out." "Ah, Lovise, why didn't you tell me?" She asked sadly. Sigh, "I didn't want to worry you. I swear I'll do well. I've learned how to survive in the wild, how to get water, how to make wood weapons our of nothing, how to make fire, how to know if something is poisonous or not, how to cook wild animals that I hunt, and how to camouflage myself." She hugged me tight, "You can't die. I can't lose you. Promise me." "I promise you, I won't die, auntie. I'll survive and I'll take us to the top 10 again!"

NastyRaven888 · Romance
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22 Chs

The Two-Faced Princess of Gold is Sealed

[MATURE CONTENT] People only see what they want to see. If you know what others expect to see from you, and even if it's now how shit really works you still make them see what they want, they will be influenced without even knowing. All because they only see what they want to see, they only filter what they want to hear. That is why everyone in Hallstein Academy perceive me in a light that does not suit me, because I made them put me under that precise light, I made them perceive me that way, I made them put me in that box. A glittery box made of gold, money, ambition, arrogance, narcissism, goddess complex, futility, lack of academical intelligence, and viciousness. A box that says I am an unapproachable, untouchable cold, heartless bitch, who is born in the richest un-natural family in the world, raised like a Queen to one day take over as the heiress, and who probably doesn't even know what eating a humble pie means. A box that calls me Chione Al-Hilli Abdelaal, the evil and self-proclaimed Queen of the academy, who enjoys bullying the oh-so-pure-and-precious selfless and humble Cleo Hayes, the chosen Princess of the academy, loved by all, glorified, and who has it all even if she's not that rich, or doesn't come from ancient money. She gets the friends, the boys, the girls, the good grades with her genius mind, and the admiration of all the professors and the extra care of the headmaster. All for standing against me, like a courageous ruler would against a tyrant.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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21 Chs

How the Daughter of the Dark One Turned Out to be a Void Dweller

[Mature Content] ||| this is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an pseudo-urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient realm that is not ours but connected to ours in a certain way, and with one of the main plots being descovery. there are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in this world. ||| ...I halted before I could pick the phoenix class, which by the name, and the infinite symble at the side, must be a broken one, as phoenixes are immortal. And before I could press on it, my dad's wise words came to my mind: "You gotta keep something in mind to whenever you find yourself in a position of picking a class in a game, that you'll not be able to change, snowflake. If there is an option that says you can pick 'something else' other than what's on display, always pick that. A normal lesser being would believe that it's better to guarantee that their class is higher, rather than try something random and get screwed over. However, the key to get the greatest class is risking on something," he told me. Not just once, but he told me that countless times. Countless! I swallowed, "Was he preparing me for this?" Clenching my jaw, I moved my finger to the last option, "Okey dokey, dad, I'll follow your lead, since you're the brain of this game," I said under my breath as I was taken over by an inexplicable anxiety. "Hah, don't overthink, this is just a stupid game," I told myself. "But made by dad, so you gotta play it!" Then I pressed my finger on the last option. Lastly, I pressed on the 'input soul age' and added my age, thinking that was just a term related to the stupid game. "24," I mumbled to myself. But then, something weirder happened as the screen text changed. [YOU ARE NOT THE ARCHITECT.] » I AM NOT. » I GOT MY AGE WRONG AGAIN. "What the fuck?" I frowned, pressing the first, and it changed again. [INPUT HOUR OF BIRTH: __:__] I gulped, freaked out, "This shit is old, it can't be an AI, right?" Creeped out, I added my hour of birth, 01:35 am. It changed, again. [WELCOME TO THE DOOM OF AURA, DAUGHTER OF THE ARCHITECT.] [INPUT FULL NAME: _____] A bad kind of chill ran down my spine, "Relax, dad probably just programmed it this way to know it was me… by my hour of birth. It's not something to worry about, relax," I told myself, but my hands were shaking. Swallowing hard, I added it: Hesperia Merikh. [EVENING STAR OF DEATH, WELCOME.] ||| English is not my first language. Original by me.

NastyRaven888 · Fantaisie
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23 Chs

We Bloom in December

[Mature Content] ||| It wasn't supposed to happen. But it happened so naturally none of them could have even realized they were falling, they just did. All because of an email with a typo when they were young, which made them become pen pals in secret. Maybe it was the magic of never meeting in person, maybe it was the charm of the unknown, but they fell, and they fell hard through the years. But were they really strangers in real life as they believed while keeping their identities a secret? ||| It's a fast paced age gap romance, there will be smut, the initial stage of the story is focused on them being pen pals, each chapter is an email in the first part. So, they will be quick paced and short in the beginning, and when they meet in person it'll get longer. It won't be a long story, the romance when it happens physically, will be fast paced. English is not my first language. It's original by me.

NastyRaven888 · Urbain
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62 Chs