Grace Estellar
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An Uncertain Present
Fantasy Alec Lightwood-Bane thought after becoming the archangel Remiel that life would settle back into normalcy. For a few months, he was not wrong. Magnus, his family (both old and new) and himself were able to continue on with their daily lives, taking the time to have fun together in a moment of peace.
Unfortunately, that moment was only meant to last for so long.
The Dark Order, thought to be long gone has risen once more. They are sure to bring death and destruction, all in search for a power that was believed to be long gone before but has recently returned. Alec has had experience with this group in the past, as have Daniel, Pippa and Harry respectively. The siblings tell him the truth: that he wasn't awakened just because of them, and that a dark evil will rise that he will be called to fight.
Alec must now struggle to prepare for a battle he never asked for, all the while finding out the hidden truths unbeknownst to him. His world lays in uncertainty. Things are not as they seem. With new enemies come familiar faces, the traumas of the past come to life. Will Alec and his family be able to withstand the storm they bring? Or will they be lost in the waves of ruin sure to hit.
And just who is Sara Herondale? What role does she play in all this mess?
A/N: This story takes place after the Shadowhunters TV finale and A Hidden Past(a book I wrote that you should totally read if you haven't yet). It is NOT related to the books (and believe me I'd know since I've read them). However, I may include the occasional reference or three. Hope y'all enjoy! City of Ice and Fire
Fantasy BEWARE OF THE COLD DARKNESS, ONLY AN ARROW CAN PIERCE ITS HEART
Arrowheart (Alec) and siblings have just became warriors of HunterClan. Arrowheart and Goldenclaw (Jace) are now Parabatai, and Clary has decided to join HunterClan. Life couldn't be better right?
Wrong. Enemies lurk around every turn. With WolfClan missing, it will be up to HunterClan to bring them home once more. Arrowheart, Goldenclaw, Nightrose (Izzy), Clary, Simon and Patchfur (Magnus) will search for answers on how to defeat their enemies. With Frostfang alive, and the Circle returning, there is sure to be plenty. And, they must also find the truth about enemies they know are nearby. Will they succeed, or will they be destroyed? The fate of the Shadow World rests in their paws.
Join Arrowheart and his friends on this brand new adventure. There will be new experiences galore. With special missions, searching for truth, epic love stories, and new cats to meet with their own stories, the second installment of the Shadowhunters: Mortal Instruments and Warriors Cats: The Prophecies begin crossover is at it again in City of Ice and Fire.
Disclaimer: I do not own Shadowhunters or Warriors Cats. Credit to the creator of the photo too. Hope y'all enjoy! A Hidden Past
Fantasy For most of Alec's life, he had thought he had to hide who he was. He had feared being open and honest with himself, his parents telling him he'd never be good enough not helping the situation at all.
Now, however, everything had changed. That change that had made him the happiest he has ever been, all started with Magnus.
Against all odds, Alec and Magnus have found love and are now happily married. Now Alec has never been happier: he's married to the man he loves and is the Inquisitor. Everything seems right in his world, except not really. Turns out, there's a secret inside of him that even he didn't know about. A secret that threatens to tear everything he loves and cares for apart.
Join Alec, Magnus, and the rest of the Shadow World as they take on a new danger that none of them saw coming. There'll be love, laughter, tears, bonding and so much more. Oh, and who are those people with wings? Why do they say Alec is so important? What's this about immortality?
A/N: This story takes place after the Shadowhunters TV finale. It is NOT related to the books (and believe me I'd know since I've read them). However, I may include the occasional reference or three. I hope y'all enjoy. Also, the photos I use in here are not mine so credit to the people responsible. Also, I don't own Shadowhunters cause if I did, the show would've never been cancelled. Hope y'all enjoy!
Also, the sequel to this book is called An Uncertain Present. It is out now, so if you like this book you should totally check it out! You might like
Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures
Chris Muna Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her.
Alaric, the cold vampire noble.
Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms.
Damien, the charming dragon prince.
And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams.
Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world.
Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart.
To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion.
Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny.
It changes everyone around her. His Healing, Her Vengeful Lie
Adelheid Rufo The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward.
I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light.
Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying.
My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man.
"More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back."
Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse.
"Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead."
"Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!"
The accusation was a sick joke.
I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me.
I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy.
As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight.
Then, bright, sterile light.
I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room.
My hands were whole, warm.
Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful.
This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter.
I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me.
That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder.
"Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your… gift. They say you can perform miracles."
She stepped forward, hands clasped.
"My daughter, Chloe… she' ll never walk again. But we believe… you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything."
But my gaze was cold.
I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes.
I had been a fool.
A naive, sacrificial lamb.
Not again. Bound By Death, Free in Spirit
Bai Bian My supposed death was three years ago. Today, the man who orchestrated it all, Liam Miller, returned, oblivious to the spectral presence tethered to him.
I was once his fiancée, tricked into a whirlwind romance orchestrated by his family. My rare O-negative blood, compatible kidney, and healthy womb weren't assets to him, but resources to be exploited for his ailing nephew Leo and his "childhood sweetheart" Chloe.
At our engagement party, Chloe faked an allergic reaction, and Liam, without a second thought, abandoned me, wine-stained and humiliated. When I finally found the courage to break things off, a shocking discovery emerged: I was pregnant. He transformed into the "doting partner," but only to cage me in his family' s estate, planning to harvest our child' s cord blood and stem cells for his family's needs.
Upon realizing their monstrous plot-that my baby was to be an organ farm-I tried to escape. Liam caught me, a torrent of terror and rage erupting from me. The sheer stress triggered an early, violent labor. They took my child, left me for dead in a remote clinic, and believed I was gone forever.
My soul, however, remained bound to Liam. I witnessed his hollow grief, Chloe's triumphant manipulation, and the family's casual cruelty. He thought I was dead, yet still intended to carve me up for parts.
But he had no idea. This was just the beginning. I was a ghost, a witness, and soon, I would be his reckoning. The Empress's Second Chance
Sutton Horsley The imperial selection, a grand affair that could secure a family' s fortune, was upon us.
But in the Thompson household, excitement was replaced by a chilling demand.
My mother, Mrs. Thompson, gripped my hands, her face a mask of strained concern.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us. For the family."
She wanted me to go to the selection in my cousin Emily' s place, "fail gracefully," and return home a nobody.
I looked at her, her words a haunting echo from a life I' d already lived.
The last time, I believed her.
I failed as instructed, but nobody ever came for me.
I spent three years as a low-ranking intern, enduring humiliation and grueling labor, clinging to the promise of my family.
When I finally scraped enough money to return, I found red lanterns and festive decorations.
My cousin, Emily, was marrying my fiancé.
My mother saw me at the gate, tattered and starved.
"What are you doing here?" she spat. "You' re an embarrassment. Go away."
The gates slammed shut, laughter from inside filling my ears as I collapsed in the snow, my life bleeding away.
Then, I woke up.
Back in my room, my mother' s voice a poisonous murmur.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us."
A bitter laugh almost escaped.
I was back, at the very moment of my ruin.
But this time, things would be different.
I pulled my hands from her grasp, a cold resolve settling in my heart.
"I will go. But I will go as Sarah Thompson. And I will not fail." The Woman Who Reclaimed Life
Lively The antiseptic smell was the last thing I remembered.
In my "other" life, the one that ended in blood and despair, I died from late-stage cancer in an unpaid hospital bed.
My parents, Sarah and Robert, cried. They held my hand, promising to take care of everything, just as they had for years while I diligently sent them money for my health insurance.
But they lied. The money was gone, squandered on a secret life.
My father finally broke, confessing they' d adopted a son, Liam, channeling all my money to him, building a new family on the foundation of my slow death.
The betrayal shattered something inside me. The weight of the kitchen knife, my mother' s scream, then nothing.
Until I blinked.
Sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. My husband, David, slept beside me. My body felt healthy, a full year before Dr. Evans' death sentence.
A terrifying, undeserved second chance.
I remembered the insurance renewal notice I' d ignored yesterday because I trusted them. This time, I wouldn't.
When I called my mother, her usual syrupy sweetness faltered. "Oh… perfectly fine if you handle that yourself," she said, before asking for another twenty thousand dollars for renovations.
I gave it to them, a ticket to the truth.
Then came the photo: a blurry, half-demolished kitchen, and in the corner, a bright blue, brand-new plastic dinosaur. Liam already existed.
The confusion lifted, replaced by a cold, sharp purpose. The hunt had begun. When Love Turns To Ash
Lila For love, I walked away from ancient power, trading immortality for a quiet life with my wife, Seraphina, and our daughter, Willow. We lived simply, off the grid, far from the world I once protected.
Then came the nightmare. A chilling premonition: Willow in agony, Julian Thorne's smirk in the shadows, and Seraphina, my wife, turning away. I knew I had to go back to the world I'd abandoned – to Seraphina' s opulent Sterling Order, to reclaim my lost power, my Heartwood Staff.
But instead of understanding, I found a stranger. Seraphina, cold and distant, dismissed my warnings, believed Julian's lies, and allowed him to frame me. My daughter and I were thrown into a desolate prison, starving, defenseless. My wife, the woman I sacrificed everything for, watched, indifferent.
I thought my heart was broken then. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for the moment Seraphina, my own wife, raised an arcane device and aimed it at our daughter. Willow' s scream still echoes in my soul. Her eyes… blinded by her own mother' s hand.
In that instant, lying broken and helpless, something awakened within me. Not the man I tried to be, but the ancient Guardian I was always meant to be. The Solstice Gala is tomorrow. I' m coming back for my reckoning. And this time, she won' t turn away. Reborn to Rewrite
Victoria The fluorescent lights of my bedroom ceiling seared my eyes, but it was the calendar that truly paralyzed me. Today' s date. The exact date I swore I' d never live through again. The day Tiffany Evans, with her carefully crafted mask of vulnerability, first asked to stay over. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs.
Because I remembered. With chilling, vivid clarity, I remembered every agonizing detail. Tiffany. Her insidious lies. The false accusation of sexual assault that exploded like a bomb, obliterating my brother David's D1 scholarship, his reputation, his entire future.
I watched our golden boy, the star quarterback, turn into a ghost haunting our home. Then came the tragic street race, his desperate escape that led only to death. Mom and Dad, their love and lives stolen by grief, followed soon after. My own end? A blur of white-hot rage, a final, bloody confrontation with Tiffany that claimed both our lives.
I' d pitied her once. That pity cost us everything. This time, the familiar scent of my mom' s laundry detergent on my sheets felt like a cruel joke. The betrayal of Mark Jenkins, David's jealous best friend and Tiffany's willing accomplice, still stung like a fresh wound. How could I have been so blind?
But then, it clicked. The shock, the jolt of pure adrenaline. I was back. A second chance. A terrifying, incredible gift. No pity this time. No room for error. I knew Tiffany's game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the ultimate player, ready to rewrite our fate. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? Watching My Family Burn
Shi Liu I woke up floating.
Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare.
My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up."
My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene.
Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise.
Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home.
What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten.
Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley.
My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily?
The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream.
Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River.
But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths.
My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin.