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Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

Vom Rebellenkönig gestohlen

Als Prinzessin, die nicht zaubern konnte, bestand Prinzessin Daphnes einziger Wert für ihr Königreich in ihrer arrangierten Ehe. Die Aufgabe war einfach, aber als Daphne entführt und in die kalten Berge von Vramid gebracht wurde, wurde ihr klar, dass sie überfordert war. Sie hatte schon einmal von diesen verfluchten Bergen gehört - felsiges Gelände, eisige Temperaturen, und das Land wurde von einem Mann regiert, der von vielen auf dem Kontinent gefürchtet wurde. König Atticus Heinvres, der blutdürstige Herrscher des Nordens. Obwohl sie ihm noch nie begegnet war, erzählte man sich Geschichten über die Skrupellosigkeit von König Atticus. Manche sagten, er sei ein Ungeheuer, andere behaupteten, er sei der Teufel persönlich, aber wie auch immer die Geschichte lautete, jeder kannte den Mann, der über ungeahnte Kräfte verfügte. Er konnte Armeen stürzen und Nationen mit einer einzigen Handbewegung zerschmettern, unterstützt von einem Ring aus verfluchtem Obsidian, wie es hieß. Niemand außerhalb von Vramid war dem furchterregenden König je begegnet. Nicht bis Daphne. Bei der Begegnung mit dem furchterregenden Mann fand Daphne jedoch heraus, dass der König vielleicht gar nicht das Monster war, für das ihn andere gehalten hatten. Das, was sich unter dem Obsidianschild verbarg, könnte tatsächlich ein Rohdiamant sein. - [Auszug] "Also ... wo soll ich euch beide unterbringen?", fragte er beiläufig, ohne eine Antwort zu erwarten. "Es ist bedauerlich, dass ich nur einen Kronleuchter habe." "Unter meinem Bett? Nein, nein, zu schmutzig. Das haben meine Staubhasen nicht verdient", sinnierte Atticus vor sich hin. "Der Kaminsims? Wie wäre es mit dem Frisiertisch? Ich nehme an, wenn ich einen eurer Köpfe abschlagen würde, könnte ich ihn dort anbringen... Frau, welchen Kopf willst du anstarren, während du dir die Haare machst?" "Atticus!" Daphne schrie. "Ich will keine Köpfe! Lass sie los!" "Na gut." Atticus zuckte mit den Schultern und schnippte mit den Fingern. Es gab zwei identische Knackgeräusche, als beide Hälse auf einmal brachen. Daphne keuchte entsetzt auf. Dieser Mann, ihr Ehemann, hatte gerade zwei Männer mit einem Fingerschnippen getötet, als würde er Kerzen auslöschen. "Ich habe dir gesagt, du sollst sie gehen lassen!" Daphne schrie auf. "Ja, ich habe sie gehen lassen", sagte Atticus. Dann verfinsterten sich seine Augen. "Um das göttliche Urteil des Himmels zu empfangen." - Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

Roubado pelo Rei Rebelde

Como uma princesa que não conseguia usar magia, o único valor da Princesa Daphne para o seu reino era seu casamento arranjado. A tarefa era simples, mas quando Daphne é sequestrada e levada para as frias montanhas de Vramid, ela percebe que a situação é mais complicada do que pensava. Ela já tinha ouvido falar dessas montanhas amaldiçoadas antes - terreno rochoso, temperaturas congelantes, e a terra era governada por um homem temido por muitos no continente. Rei Atticus Heinvres, o sanguinário governante do Norte. Embora nunca tivesse o conhecido antes, histórias sobre a crueldade do Rei Atticus circulavam. Alguns diziam que ele era um monstro, outros afirmavam que ele era o diabo em pessoa, mas seja qual fosse a história, todos conheciam o homem que possuía poderes além da imaginação de qualquer um. Com um simples aceno de sua mão, auxiliado pelo que os outros rumoravam ser um anel de obsidiana amaldiçoado, ele podia derrubar exércitos e desmoronar nações. Ninguém fora de Vramid jamais havia conhecido o temido rei. Até Daphne. Porém, ao encontrar o formidável homem, Daphne descobriu que o rei pode não ser exatamente o monstro que outros disseram que ele era. Na verdade, o que estava escondido sob aquele escudo de obsidiana poderia ser apenas um diamante bruto. ― [Trecho] “Agora... onde devo colocar vocês dois?” ele perguntou casualmente, sem esperar uma resposta. “É lamentável que eu só tenha um lustre.” “Embaixo da minha cama? Não, não, muito sujo. Meus coelhinhos de poeira não merecem isso”, murmurou Atticus para si mesmo. “A prateleira da lareira? Que tal a mesa de maquiagem? Suponho que se eu cortar uma das suas cabeças eu poderia colocá-la em cima... Esposa, qual cabeça você quer encarar enquanto arruma o cabelo?” “Atticus!” Daphne gritou. “Eu não quero nenhuma cabeça! Deixe-os ir.” “Tudo bem.” Atticus deu de ombros e estalou os dedos. Houve dois estalos idênticos quando ambos os pescoços se quebraram de uma vez. Daphne ofegou, horrorizada. Este homem, seu marido, acabou de matar dois homens com um estalar de dedos, como se estivesse apagando velas. “Eu disse para você deixá-los ir!” Daphne gritou. “Sim, eu os deixei ir”, disse Atticus. Depois, seus olhos escureceram. “Para receber o julgamento divino dos céus.” ― Servidor de Discord: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

DAPHNE

"You're Twice my age." "That's twice the experience baby." He closed the gap between them, and for the first time in her entire life, she saw what a real man looked like. After a series of unfortunate events, Daphne begins to question her existence. She loses her family, fortune and conscience. She has been broken and cheated by everyone she ever cared about, and now she is done playing nice. Heartless, and determined, she decides to marry a richer, older man, and claim his money. But when experience comes into play, her empty heart is at risk of beating again. The risk is too great, but the reward-----is toe curling.

The Heartless King

Princess Daphne wanted to become a widow. Or she would die trying. On the marriage proposal drafted on human flesh and written with fresh blood, the Northern King had made himself quite clear: the princess would marry, not as a queen but the lowest of concubines, not in a carriage but within a sealed coffin, not to be celebrated but to be paraded around as a war prize. If those terms were violated, he would personally prepare a grave for each and every one of her citizens. Some said the Northern King had slaughtered his entire family and signed a contract with hell itself. All Daphne wanted to do was to send him back there to pay for his crimes. The night of their wedding, she plunged her silver dagger squarely into his chest, waiting for the final heartbeat that never sounded. Only then did she realize, perhaps too late, that the heart of the Northern King never beat in the first place. —— She walked with resolution towards the man waiting in the shadows. Her steps were steady, and step by step, her fingers reached for her dress buttons, undoing them. "Your Highness, no!" Despite her nanny's shrill shrieks, she only continued, untying each of the knots that bound her chest. For a split second, or perhaps it was her imagination, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "What are you doing?" His voice was slightly hoarse as he stared at her white swanlike neck. His vision traveled downward, but he only jerked his face away. "There will not be war." Her skin tingled from the cold, and she could no longer tell if it was from just the frill night temperature or the proximity to him. "Do you hear me? There will not be a war." He closed the gap between the two of them, reaching out for her face. Instinctively, she stepped backward, anticipating his foul touch. But biting the inner sides of her cheek, she reminded herself that she had already decided to give up her honor. This is for the kingdom, she thought as she took a deep breath. A slender finger quickly swept a tear away from her cheek, a tear she didn't even know was there. And then he turned away, his back towards her. "I want a princess, not some cheap girl willing to give herself away so easily." He put his hand to his forehead in disappointment. "That takes away from the fun of it all." Her lips trembled, and her body shivered. "There will not be a war." "If Your Highness agrees to my terms, then indeed, there will not be a war." He tossed his fur cloak towards her. "Hurry and get dressed. Because if you keep me waiting, I might just change my mind. According to you, I am a barbarian after all, and who knows what savages might do?" —— Update Schedule: One chapter/day But if you want to incentivize me writing :3 20 Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter 50 Golden Tickets = 3 extra chapters 100 Golden Tickets = 5 extra chapters Top 200 Power Stone Ranking = 1 extra chapter Top 100 Power Stone Ranking = 2 extra chapters Top 50 Power Stone Ranking = 3 extra chapters Top 10 Power Stone Ranking = 5 extra chapters Top 3 (Lol this won't happen so won't worry about that for now) Massage Chair = 1 extra chapter Luxury Car = 2 extra chapters Dragon = 3 extra chapters (The other ones won't happen so also won't worry about that for now) Super sorry if this seems super demanding or greedy ;-; I just never realized how much motivation I needed to keep going until I started writing. —— Cover Art: Cover designed by the amazing Turtleboiii! Please also support her submission to the WSA!!! All original image credits to the original artist. I couldn’t find a way to contact the artist, so if there are issues with copyright, please message me as soon as possible (Instagram @tangerqueen_author)

The Story of Daphne Charles

DAPHNE'S MOON

Three years after being abandoned by the man she loved at the altar, Daphne meets him again in Nigeria. This time, he was a man on a mission who was hell-bent on winning her back.

School of Elementalist: Daphne

Fire. Water. Wind. Earth. An Elementalist is a controller of one of the four elements. School of Elementalist in Jayshran, US is the top school in the world for budding Elementalists. Daphne, a Fire Elementalist from the Phoenix family, is attending School of Elite in the coming year. What challenges will be thrown her way? Can she overcome them? Will she make new friends that she can trust or will they backstab her? (Note: This story is loosely based on an array of stories and movies I've watched in my life. The characters, setting, and plot of my story are original. If it is a few parts of my story are the same or similar to some other story or movie that exists, it is a coincidence. Also, any content in here about things such as fighting techniques, cooking recipes, dance moves, etc. are not according to the real thing. Do not take those things seriously.)

DAPHNE LOPEZ VTELHO

At the sight of RAY MEERE ,face flushed,the hair at her back pricked.Daphne turnabout holding her madly pounding heart. "DAPHNE" She heard her name,chest rose hard on a horror intake of air, inhaling deeply she let out heavy sighs turning to face the man who made her heart pound. "I was tasty" Daphne uttered grinning. What could go wrong!! With betrayal in between love and romance.

THE BRIDGERTON CONFESSION

Penelope Featherington quietly harbors an unrequited love for Colin Bridgerton, her best friend's charming brother. Penelope, often overlooked due to her plain appearance, secretly authors the scandalous Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, offering sharp insights into London's high society. Meanwhile, Colin returns from his travels seeking purpose beyond societal expectations. As their friendship deepens, Colin discovers Penelope's dual identity as Lady Whistledown. This revelation sparks a transformative journey for both characters, as Colin realizes his true feelings for Penelope, leading to a tender romance. Against a backdrop of societal norms and familial expectations, Penelope's growth from a wallflower into a confident woman, and Colin's pursuit of personal fulfillment, culminate in a heartfelt tale of love and self-discovery. With humor, wit, and poignant moments, Quinn's novel captivates readers with its engaging characters and vivid portrayal of Regency London's glittering yet restrictive society.

Mi querida BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

El honor de Jane Stirling, hija del séptimo conde de Kilmartin, fue manchado por un joven jardinero en el hogar Kilmartin en Escocia, tanto su padre como su hermano mayor prácticamente la querían obligar a casarse con un hombre que le triplicaba su edad para evitar que el honor familiar quedara en la basura. Más, no todos los hombres Stirling pensaban que la joven rubia de, en ese entonces, dieciséis años debía casarse, la esperanza fue traída por el Libertino Alegre, apodo con el cual Michael Stirling se le conocía más, con su propuesta ideal: Nadie debía saber que el honor Stirling fue mancillado, ¿cierto?, entonces nadie debía casarse o comprometerse con Jane.

Enchanting The Devil

Daphne Seraph thought she was unlucky enough when she woke up in a strange place filled with mystical creatures after a plane crash. But that is, until she meets. . . Her new goal: Find a way out of this place. Lucifer Black, the devilish young master of the powerful Black family, was quite dissatisfied with his boring life until he meets. . . His new goal: Find a way into her heart. --- Note ~ No rape and no major misunderstandings This is an original story by me and not a translation. The picture in the cover is not mine. Credits to the owner :) Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/e72ZjJAhS5 Author’s Instagram: helemon_author

Under His Temptation

Ansel Balder has it all. Good looks, wealth, and position. People considered him a helpful and kind man, not knowing the scandals he kept from the world. Ansel Balder loves his own employee's wife. When Matthew Tjia offers Daphne Tjia, his daughter in exchange for paying off his debt, Ansel Balder agrees. Not to make her his wife, but to make Daphne Tjia as bait for fishing, Rachel Colleen the dark lover, to be jealous and willing to accept his proposal. Then, will Ansel Balder be caught in a trap he made himself?