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Chapter 19: Candidus

The cabin had grown unbearably hot, as if the air itself had been set aflame. Boros stood motionless, beads of sweat clinging to his brow. It wasn’t the temperature alone—it was the presence. The thing in front of him that had once been Viserys Targaryen. He cursed himself silently, feeling the weight of his own arrogance. ‘Hubris,’ he thought bitterly. ‘It had to be hubris.’ He had been so confident—so certain of his own power, his own knowledge. And why ...

Chapter 18: Pyrosis cardialgia

The mist swirled around me as I breathed out, watching it take form, curling in the air before it disappeared into nothingness. Snowflakes fell gently, dancing in the soft wind, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their gazes on me.

I would never not be watched, scrutinized in the future both for the best and the worst, both for what was right and what was wrong.

Where before, maybe at the beginning, I would feel anxiety, tense...

Posted new story

I posted a new story. It came to me yesterday and my muses forced me to write it non stop since. I'll go back to writing my regular stories. Tell me what you think of lazing around the dance of dragons, if I should write more of it or if I shouldn’t. If things go the way they should, there should be another post for slave obeys, men choose this weekend. I also got a new chapter for Demiurge of at least 5K but I'm not satisfied with it. When I'll finish tweaking it or and partially rewrite i...

Chapter 5: That time i finally did something

The sky above Dragonstone churned with dark clouds, casting a grey pallor over the island’s cliffs and turrets. The wind, sharp and biting, ruffled my silver hair as I stood by the practice yard, watching the waves crash violently against the rocks below. It was one of those rare moments where I actually *thought* about things. The truth was, I didn’t want to be here—at Dragonstone, in this world, caught in a war I didn’t care about. But here I was, standing amidst it all, ...

Chapter 4: Destiny weighs like a bitch

Dragonstone was a lot like Driftmark, just more... Targaryen. The black stone castle loomed against the gray sky, all jagged towers and smoking cliffs, as if the place had crawled out of some dark nightmare. Dragons circled lazily above, their roars echoing across the sea. And here I was, sitting on a low stone wall, bored out of my mind.

It wasn’t that I hated Dragonstone. I could appreciate the place for what it was—a relic of Valyria, full of history and the unmistakab...

Chapter 3: the Tide waits for no one

The wind carried the smell of salt and seaweed, and the cries of gulls echoed in the distance. Hull was alive with activity, the small harbor town bustling like a disturbed anthill as the preparations for war intensified. Driftmark, once a quiet bastion of Velaryon power, now felt like a hive teetering on the edge of chaos.

I sat on the Sea Mist, lazily leaning against the mast, one leg dangling off the edge as the crew below scrambled to load the ship with supplies. My gaze ...

Chapter 2: Weigh of the world

Life on Driftmark is exactly what you’d expect for a scion of House Velaryon—endless expectations, quiet power plays, and the constant hum of the sea. On the surface, it's perfect for anyone born into the lap of wealth and prestige. Nobles from all corners of Westeros would kill to be part of a house like this—rich, powerful, tied to the blood of Valyria, and allied with the Targaryens, the bloody dragonlords themselves.

But for me?

It’s just tedious...

Trying to laze around in the dance of dragons: Chapter I: Idle weight

I remember dying.

That’s probably where the problem started. Not that I’d been particularly attached to life the first time around. I mean, it was fine, I guess—school, video games, pretending to care about exams when everyone around me was panicking about what the future held. Honestly, I didn’t get it. None of it seemed to matter. I wasn’t even eighteen yet, and everyone acted like the world was already closing in on them. Not me, though. Life was just a long, bo...

pseudokhristos: Chapter 1

I opened my eyes to the biting cold.

Snowflakes drifted lazily down from a clouded sky, the pale light illuminating the icy landscape. All around me, there was nothing but an endless stretch of white, punctuated by jagged peaks in the distance. The wind howled, slicing through the air like a knife, but I felt none of it. The cold had no effect on me—nor did the unfamiliarity of the land.

Where was I?

The last thing I remembered w...

Chapter 5: Emotionaly ambivalent Family breakfeast

You never understand the freedom that flying grants until you’ve tasted it, until gravity’s hold on you is shattered. The rush of wind against your skin, the soft hum of your body cutting through the sky. It’s intoxicating, liberating—a high that no drug could match. And yet, as I slipped through the window of my room that morning, using my powers to soften my landing without a sound, I couldn't shake a hollow feeling gnawing at me.

I dismissed i...

Sorry for the absence

Just wanted to say sorry for the absence. Heath stuff but I'll make it up to y’all. A lot of things are coming. Sorry and thanks to all the ones still there

Chapter 17: swelling

Two letters, two letters were all needed to create Chaos, to brittle peace and bring in the heart of men uncertainty and fear.

Serwyn, castellan of Hayford, tutor to the last truly blooded Hayford, a baby and the last of her line sat alone in the hall of the Hayford family’s keep, the firelight casting wavering shadows on the cold stone walls. It had been a long, restless night, and the Castellan of Hayford could feel the weight of troubled thoughts pr...

Chapter 4: the parentified sister

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Chapter 16: Stoichiometric

Lysaeria Delonise had never seen anything like it. She had heard tales, of course—of old Valyria's dragons scorching the skies, of gods striking down mortals from the heavens. But those were tales, the fanciful stories whispered in the pillow houses of Lys as courtesans like her seduced their patrons. This, however—this was not a tale. It was real. And it was terrifying.

The courtesan turned entrepreneur, who had built an empire in the city of Lys wi...

Need to talk

"I usually mention my health and how challenging it can be, but I’ve never gone into detail. Honestly, I didn’t want to, but since you all are supporting me and paying me to write, I think it’s only fair to explain.

I have a genetic condition called hereditary hemochromatosis (HH), which can affect redheads and their descendants due to a mutation in the HFE gene. This mutation causes the body to absorb too much iron, leading to an overload in organs like the liver, hear...

Chapter 3: Hello Miss Jackson

I stood there, surrounded by warmth, voices, and the impossible sensation of being held. Held tightly, like I was something precious. My mother’s arms wrapped around me, my father beside her, his grip gentle but firm. I couldn’t quite feel it, not in the way I thought I should. I could hear their words, their concern, their apologies as they lingered in the air. But the sound was distant, like I was hearing them through a layer of static, as if they were just… ther...

Chapter 15: Salax

Was there anything more life-changing, more undoing, more endearing than sons?

Jon Arryn's pale eyes rested on the parchment before him, but his thoughts had already wandered far from the ink. Blood. Names. They weren’t what truly made family. Family wasn’t bound by the simple happenstance of shared blood. Sometimes, it was the ones who didn’t share that bond who truly became yours. His lips curved in a rueful smile at the thought, old memories flooding his m...

Smut Snippet chapter 3 : hey miss Jackson

We were in her room almost as fast as a blink of an eye. A part of me hadn’t even realized that we had moved, that she had led me to her bedroom, the one she prabably shared with her husband.

Maybe I would have paid more attention if it wasn’t for the hypnotising sight before me. The sun dress she wore left nothing at imagination. I could see how her butt moved and jiggled and bounced each step she took.

I could see with p...

Pho chapter: the buzzing

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> *"It's all breaking down."*

> It’s been bad before. I've fought things you can't even imagine. Things that crawl from places we don't talk about. Things with too many arms. But this? This is chaos.

> The PRT...

Alecto I

Alecto's fury surged like a tempest in her essence as she stalked through the shadows, her talons slicing through the air with the force of a storm wind. Her mind spiraled deeper into the pit of humiliation and rage, the crushing weight of failure pressing down on her immortal soul. She, who had existed since the dawn of time, had been bested by a mere mortal child. She, whose name had once sent entire cities to their knees in trembling terror, had been brought low by a ...

Alecto I

Alecto's fury surged like a tempest in her essence as she stalked through the shadows, her talons slicing through the air with the force of a storm wind. Her mind spiraled deeper into the pit of humiliation and rage, the crushing weight of failure pressing down on her immortal soul. She, who had existed since the dawn of time, had been bested by a mere mortal child. She, whose name had once sent entire cities to their knees in trembling terror, had been brought low by a demigod—a...

Chapter 20: king of curses

Draco Malfoy had died.

The thought lingered in his mind like a haunting melody, the rhythm of his heartbeat no longer matching the unspoken tempo of the world around him. How could it be? How could he, Draco Malfoy—pure-blood wizard of noble lineage, heir to the ancient and powerful houses of Black and Malfoy—have met his end like a common Muggle? Crushed beneath the weight of inevitability, the crushing blow delivered by that monstrous entity—the white demon...

Chapter 14: Stellar

Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms, woke with a hangover that had become as much a part of his routine as his crown. The sun filtered through the heavy curtains of his chambers, but even the light felt like an insult—too bright, too intrusive. He groaned as he rolled over, feeling the weight of his life pressing down on his chest like the thick furs draped over him. His head throbbed from the wine of the previous night, his mouth dry as a desert, and his stom...

Chapter 13: Nebulae

The vastness of the world spread beneath it, a panorama of shifting sands and scorched earth, dotted with the debris of mortal lives. It could sense the pulse of existence here, the thrum of hearts that beat in fear, the whisper of breaths that shivered in anticipation of its wrath. Yet, things had not gone as it wished. Not yet. The abomination’s gaze, if one could call those fathomless voids eyes, swept across the blood-soaked lands below, where the Dothraki had spilled more li...

Chapter 12: Activation

Grey worm tightened his grip on his spear. He gave a last look on the corner of one eye at his destroyed shield before focusing on the one who had destroyed it, who would have probably killed him if it hadn’t been for his armor, if he wasn’t so much stronger than before due to the panaceas and the magic of Aegor yet he still had felt the strike, how it had felt like a punch directly in the guts.

The Dothraki leader sat on his horse, his unnatural swo...

Chapter 2: She’s not a simply bitch, she’s one with feelings

Carol Dallon sat by the bed of her son, her gaze fixed on the pale, almost ethereal face of her son, Michael. She hadn’t moved in hours, since he had lost consciousness again and All of new wave had unanimously decided he would be best to all retreat to Caroll’s house, rooted to the spot as though her legs were filled with lead. The room of her son didn't feel like the one of a child. It was too spartan, too devoid of things that would make it lively. It d...

Chapter I: the Thrill of the wake

Michael Dallon, third child, only son of Brandish and Manpower, brother of Panacea and Glory Girl, shouldn’t exist.

He was never meant to. The story didn’t need him to continue, never needed him to begin with. His presence was insignificant, a ripple in a pond that should have altered the surface but didn’t.

Michael Dallon shouldn’t exist, and he knew it deep down, just as surely as he could gaze at the night sky and a...

Next chapter of slaves obey, men choose

I'm sorry to say that the next chapter will be tomorrow. I had almost finished it. I was at 7000 K words and because the fates hate me, my phone crashed, turning off. When I turned it back on, I noticed quickly that I had lost a lot of my future chapters. I am sorry again. If it can help though, I got other stuff that I will post later, a little apology. Sorry again

Hades I

Hades sat on his obsidian throne, his normally cold eyes narrowed with an emotion that he scarcely allowed himself to feel—dismay. The vast expanse of the Underworld stretched before him, filled with the shadows of the dead, the souls that he, as the god of this realm, was tasked to oversee. But in this moment, the sight of his kingdom brought him no comfort. The whispers of the dead, usually a soothing symphony to his ears, grated against his nerves. The Underworld was his domai...

Chapter 12: Fuel

Tyrion Lannister sat in the dimly lit chamber of his chamber, the flickering candle casting a soft, wavering glow across the page of the letter in his hands. The wax seal, still unbroken, bore the sigil of House Lannister, a roaring lion embossed in crimson. The contents of the letter had already been read aloud by a breathless page who had delivered it to him not an hour past. Now, as his eyes scanned the words etched onto the parchment, he felt a familiar ti...