Shieldmaiden's Oath
I am no man. Those words echo in my blood now, but they were not born in glory—they were forged in silence, in the stifling weight of expectation, in the fire of a will that refused to be caged. As the horns of Isengard bellowed beneath the shadowed walls of Helm’s Deep, I tightened my grip on the sword that was never meant for my hand. Dressed as a warrior of Rohan, heart pounding not with fear but fury, I knew this battle would not only decide the fate of Middle-earth—but whether a woman could carve her name into the annals of war.The horn blast shattered the night, and with it, every lie I’d told myself about staying behind.
That's not an Orc horn. When i get out from the armory dressed as Dernhelm, a male rohirrim, a blonde male elf who introduces himself as Haldir arrives leading a small army of elves. "How's that possible?", King Theoden, my uncle, asks surprised. "I bring word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell", Haldir answers.
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Stolen Stars
In the year 2147, Earth's last defense against orbital threats lies in the hands of genetically enhanced teenage girls trained as elite starfighter pilots. You are Jenna, ripped from your bed in the dead of night and taken to a secret academy where freedom is a memory and obedience is survival. Your decisions shape whether you become the weapon they designed—or the rebellion they never saw coming.
La Espía del Bosque Negro
Siento el peso del uniforme nuevo sobre mis hombros, cada costura marcada como una mentira más en mi identidad. Soy Camila Vértiz, alumna de intercambio. Pero ese no es mi verdadero nombre. Ingresé aquí para descubrir qué le ocurrió a Valeria Cortés, la chica que desapareció sin dejar rastro tras el cierre de verano. Nadie pregunta demasiado. Nadie quiere saber. Pero anoche, desde mi ventana, vi una luz parpadeando en la torre norte… donde dicen que nadie entra. Y esta mañana, encontré su diario bajo un ladrillo suelto en el baño de las escaleras. La primera página dice: 'Si lees esto, ya estás en peligro'.
Survivor's Guilt
The nightmares don’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see their faces—Chris, Barry, Rebecca—trapped in that mansion, the walls breathing with something not human. I made it out, but part of me never left. Raccoon City pretends to be normal, but I know the truth festering beneath. The therapy sessions help, barely. The weights at the gym keep my hands from shaking. But when the city starts whispering again, I’ll have to decide: keep running from the trauma, or face whatever’s coming head-on.
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