The Girl of the Flaming Tower
Her words are 'We Light the Way.' Her eyes are green like dreams, and she knows she will be nothing but a captive to her womb, her babes, and the blood they will hold at her father's behest. She was someone else once. In the future she has seen, in the world she has read in the pages of a book, seen acted out on screen, her son will set the Dragons Dancing. Alicent Hightower laughs at the mere thought she would be subject to anyone but her own choices.The candle flickered as Alicent traced the faded ink with trembling fingers. 'He shall set the Dragons Dancing,' the ancient text declared, accompanied by an illustration of a child crowned in flame, dragons spiraling above a shattered throne. Outside, the bells of Maegor’s Holdfast rang for the king’s evening meal, but she did not move. Her green eyes burned with memories—not of court, but of solitude, of pages turned in secret, of a girl who believed she could be more than a wife, more than a mother. Now, heavy with child, she felt the weight of expectation like chains. Her father would call it honor. The king would call it blessing. But she knew the truth: they saw her only as a vessel. A smile touched her lips. Let them. She would give them a son. And when the time came, she would not kneel. The door creaked. Footsteps approached.
She snapped the book shut, heart pounding. Was it a servant? A spy? Or had someone seen what she’d read—and what she intended to do?
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The Spellmaker
Latin; a dead language with no practical applications except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint party trick. Thankfully, as Harry finds out when he decided to learn the language, Latin is not as dead as he was first taught. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty. But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare talent with words is particularly valuable. This talent allows him to use magic that no one's ever heard of, that no one's ever seen. But as time goes on, and he becomes more and more entangled in the webs spun by those around him, he starts to realize just how deep the magical rabbit hole goes and how dangerous power like his can be. All Harry had ever wanted was for the world to make sense. Yet, the ancient power he wields draws him into the most unexpected connection—with Voldemort. When the forbidden tongue awakens dormant, ancient magic, how will Harry's power reshape the balance of the magical world? And how will this unique and dangerous talent intertwine him with the Dark Lord in a fated bond, defying all known rules?
The Ordeal of Being Known
When Auror Harry Potter is anonymously struck by a “Silence Curse,” forced to hide his own voice deep inside his mind, he is thrust into a mute despair. Unfortunately, only one person in the entire country has the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, a specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It is obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen. Yet, Draco has never been able to back down from a challenge—especially one from Potter. In Harry's voiceless state, they are forced into an intensely intimate connection: Draco must delve deep into Harry’s mind to locate the imprisoned voice. Every mental touch stirs up their deeply buried old grievances and a forbidden attraction. As Draco explores the fractured depths of Harry’s psyche, he finds much more than just Harry’s voice. Within the confinement of silence and the entanglement of their minds, will this forced "cure" be their salvation, or will it drag them into a chaotic, yet irresistible, forbidden romance?
Wildfire
Jungkook can barely remember his life before he was turned, but he knows he never wanted to become a monster. The coven is an expert with newly turned vampires, especially the abandoned ones. He’s never seen it this bad, not on someone who hasn’t already gone fully feral. That’s not what they’re dealing with, here; if the fledgling was feral, Yoongi and Seokjin would already be fighting for their lives. This one is holding on. Yoongi ignores the trash and kneels next to him. He tilts the boy’s head back. The Ash marbles his face with a black spiderweb, cracks his lips, but he’s breathing, barely. Yoongi feels for a heartbeat. It’s there, but heavy, slow, even for a vampire.
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