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highlady-of-prythian · 15 hours ago

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Crowned in Flames and Shadow ── (Prologue)

━━ 𖦹₊ ⊹SUMMARY : In which, Lyrielle Ashfyre was a being forged for mass destruction and chaos. A creature that honed a fate completely unknown to even The Mother herself. And, once upon a time, she wasn't alone. However, centuries later, her kind has been imprisoned, slaughtered, or remains in hiding until the time is right. Lyrielle remains the last recorded of the Dhrakaryn people. Not only that but she is the last remaining of the Purebloods - royalty amongst Dhrakaryn people and clans. And once she escapes her prison, she finds herself at the mercy of a human with a bow. Wonderful.

━━ 𖦹₊ ⊹WARNINGS : Mentions of war, famine, death, loss, torture. Imprisonment. King of Hybern. Amarantha. Slavery.

━━ 𖦹₊ ⊹PAIRINGS : Multi x OC.

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The light had become foreign to me.

It was odd. Awakening in the forest alone, when the memory of being chained up darkness in the depths of a bottomless cauldron came back to me. Voices - ones this time not of my own making began to flutter. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Your Highness." A voice cold like death, yet free and whispy like the wind echoed. My head pounded, but I tried to will myself to look around, and find the source of the voice. Sadly, to no avail. Was I stuck in another one of Hybern's illusions?

"I wouldn't if I were you, my dear. You've been trapped in that damned cauldron for over fifty years. . ." I tried to utter a scoff but even that was too much energy. Had it really only been fifty years? In that case I might as well go back to sleep. Dreams were my life away from reality. My peace. A place where I can recluse myself so far deep into my mind that the pain, as mental and physical as it gets, doesn't even matter anymore.

After all, this is just another illusion.

"Miss Ashfyre, please do not sleep at a time like this." The voice sounded as though they were getting a little impatient. Good. The least they can do is introduce themselves. After all, I don't exactly know if I traded one prison for another with that damn voice. . . The voice snorted: "If this were your prison, you would not be laying around in the grass, now would you?"

Oh. Well, maybe it isn't a prison. And not an illusion. My head ached as I finally forced my eyes open blinking back the horrid burning sensation brought by the sun. The sun. Fifty years was a long time. I'm sure it was probably even long than that. I finally sat up, looking around for the person who would be here with me.

I seemed to be in a valley of some kind. The green was turning into red, yellow, orange and so on. The turning of fall. Back home we used to have holiday celebrations to celebrate the turning of every season. That was something I missed greatly. "Where are you?" I spoke for the first time. My eyes drifted to the treeline where a man - no, a being stood cloaked in shadows. The cloak was black with stitching so precise it must tell some sort of story.

"Well, you found me."

"Who are you?" There was no time for trickery. What did this being want with me? Where was the Hybernian Bitch who slaughtered my people? "What the fuck do you want with me?" There was no more magic in my veins. Nit after being tied up for so long in nothing but a dark, cold pot that spoke endlessly.

The being put his hands up, and once he did, tattoo's swirled on both arms' undoubtedly trailing up and up. "My name, Your Highness, is Luka. I was sent here by the Suriel since they couldn't be here around the human village." I rose a brow. What the fuck? And scoffed

"And why would a Suriel want you to. . . accompany me?"

"Because, you are the Pureblood heir to the throne of Dhrakara. Your people have awaited your return, but it was too dangerous to pull you out until the curse was almost up." Luka shrugged. He pulled down his hood, and from there I saw the face of my. . . Savior?

"Oh, no. Not a savior. That was the Suriel. Call me a friend!" He was too peppy and. . .

"Are you a daemati?"

"Sure am!" Ugh. Way to peppy. "I can tone it down if you want, majesty." I shook my head.

"So, what curse are you talking about? Cause I know of a few but..." Luka gasped, taking a few steps closer from the clearing. I didn't back away. Something told me he could be trusted. And my gut has never steered me wrong.

"You have a lot to catch up on. . ."

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Humans had become more complicated through the years. After Luka explained to me what had happened with the High Lords fifty years ago, he told me we would be staying in the human lands with some of his friends until things get sorted out in the Faerie Courts. I honestly didn't care. Fae and Dhrakaryn hadn't gotten along since the talk of the wall going up, anyways.

Luka walked in front of me humming a tune I didn't care to listen to as I looked at all the shops around us. Humans stopped to stare, disgust dripped from their faces, but that disgust turned to envy when they glimpsed my face. Even with dirt my Dhrakaryn status makes me apoewr ethereal. Add in pureblood and that makes it ten times better. Their stares turned to Luka, and they looked at his arms and tattoo's.

I inwardly groaned. Humans. Always so nosy. We passed several carts that attempted to stop us and get us to buy something, but Luka refused saying Soren and Khai would have something on the dinner table when we got back. I didn't question who Soren and Khai were. Instead I took in the views and the sights to the class hierarchies in the human lands. I doubted the fae looked like the humans right now. Or the rest of the Dhrakaryn people who lived on in the Kingdom.

That is, if, a massacre had been spared. I gulped. I couldn't think of Sarai and Olyvia. Wouldn't. Couldn't think of Octavius or Kaddan. My sister-by-mating and niece. And my brothers. My brothers were dead. Ash long since passed by on wind. And Sarai and Olyvia - I didn't know what happened to them, if they were alive and well; waiting. Or worse. When I opened my mouth to ask Luka about it he paused.

"I know what you're going to ask, but the questions can be better answered during dinner when you've had something to eat, and time to process things." I blinked. I hadn't known we made it to his house until he pulled me inside.

"Just answer this." I began. He turned, looking almost expectant. I had no doubt he was. After all daemati had a horrid habit of snooping through others minds untrifled. "Are they alive?"

"For now."

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highlady-of-prythian · 18 hours ago

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Enchanted by Starlight ── ( prologue )

SUMMARY - In a world rules by the hierarchy of Alpha's and Beta's, Avaryce is on the run - and run she does, right into the Night Court where a certain pack is in need of an Omega.

Warnings: This is my first ever story on Tumblr. Mentions of runaways and abuse, and this story includes A/B/O. Not gonna be good, so brace yourselves.

Pairings: Inner Circle x OC

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With each step I took away from my old life, the weight of expectation and abuse suffered at the hands of those who were supposed to be my "pack" fell away, leaving only uncertainty and adrenaline in its wake. The stars blinked down on me like old companions, and I couldn't help but let out a small exhale. I was free.

I had been on the run, I suppose you could say, for the past few days. The journey long and perilous. In truth I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to get as far away as possible from my old pack, or what was supposed to be a pack.

I sigh, slinging down my backpack ducking behind a tree. If anything this would be a good place to rest for the night. The forest had become a part of me now. It enveloped me like a mother would her child. It felt comfortable, right, in a way that was inexplainable.

I found a rock next to the stump of tree I decided to rest behind and took a seat. I grabbed the bag digging through what little bit I had. I started off with a few protein bars and water, only to now end up with half a bottle of water, and maybe a crumb or two of protein bars that would make a mouse scoff in distaste.

Seems I need to head to a town, tommorow. The thought alone made shivers run up my spine. I had been careful thus far not to run into anyone. After all, I was an Omega. One that was now packless, and alone. There's likely two things Alpha's or Beta's would do to me if spotted: take me back to my original pack, or try to mark me as their own. And we'll, neither option is viable in my opinion, especially if they're as brutal as my previous pack was to Omega's.

Since the beginning of well...forever, Alpha's were known to take an Omega and mark them as territory in packs. And since the pack I was in previously was strictly familial, I wasn't yet marked by any bonded packs as theirs. Which means I am now practically free game to any pack that wants me . . .Yay. Not.

I didn't even know which court I was near anymore. I didn't have a map or a sense of direction. I simply booked it in the middle of the night three days ago. The thought alone makes me groan in annoyance. I should have planned this better, but after a particular beating, I realized I couldn't take it anymore, that I sshouldn't.

I was not some animal to be treated so unfairly. I wouldn't sit and be caged and look pretty only to be sold off to a cruel pack to sit and bare faelings, or pups. And I wouldn't. If there was a pack that could look past me being an Omega and see me for me then I would finally think about a life settling down. But until then, I would remain packless, and alone.

My thoughts are interrupted by the growling of my stomach. "Shit." I mumbled, tiredly. I hadn't realized when I shut my eyes, or when the stars fading into nothingness above me.

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The next morning I set back off on my journey. The winds bristled past me whipping through my strawberry blonde hair. The void in my stomach only grew, and grew. I would need to eat something soon before Ipassed out. I gulped. That's the last thing I need.

I set a faster pace forward, keeping the negative thoughts down. There wasn't time for that. It wasn't until I caught a wiff of a delectable pumpkin pie that I finally paused. The aroma of the dish made my mouth water, and oh? The scent of whipped cream filled my senses.

I was nearing a clearing, and when I finally pulled back the last bit of brush in my way, I saw it. The Night Court. Or, well, Velaris: the City of Starlight. By legs didn't care as they led me down a steep hill towards that magnificent city. Its been years since they opened the border to outsiders. It won't be a suprise to see a new face, luckily.

I saw people walking, and talking with each other, the people seemed, peaceful. Much unlike what I saw growing up. The city felt alive and refreshing. As I walked past many streets and shops, onlookers seemed to pause and look at me. Not surprising: I probably look like a mad woman looking for this pie. But I couldn't care.

Not as the scent grew nearer and nearer, until there it was. A pie, sitting on the edge of a window sill. Steam wafted off of the pastry, and my mouthed opened slightly at the sight. In front of me was a building to a art studio where I could hear the laughter and voices of children inside. No one would notice a tiny bite being gone, right? I got closer to the pie, already tasting the deliciousness when the door to the studio opens.

My eyes widen as I run to the side of the building which just so happens to be an alleyway. Praying that no one had seen me. My scent was blocked off with scentblockers, so they couldn't tell that an Omega was near. "Huh, I swear I could have heard something." A sweet melodic voice mumbles.

"Probably a stray squirrel, Fey, nothing to fear. " A soft, sweet, voice says. "Oh! I almost forgot! The pie!" I ducked further into the alley before the voice drew to close. "Can't have the kids getting to hungry, right?"

"They'll love it, Elain." The voice, "Fey" states.

"You think?" The Elain girl questions.

"I know it!" Fey exclaims. "It's so sweet that you baked it for them, they must be starving." The sympathy in her voice makes me wanna gag at the thought that I was going to eat these kids' pie. "Come on."

When the door shuts, I lean on the building with a sigh. I need to be more careful. With scentblockers I will be fine for a while, but running up to the studio and acting like a deranged female was not a part of the plan.

And now the pie is gone.

A rack of guilt flowed through me. A pie that was meant for children. A gnawed on my fist and sighed. It didn't matter. I didn't get it, anyway. No harm done, right? Wrong. Suddenly, something sharp pointed at my ribs, and I stiffen. Oh, no. I'd been caught. And now I was going back to my old pack. My face paled. I can't go back. "Turn around." A sturdy male voice said. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

He voice was like a symphony of shadows. Dark and controlled. Alluring and hypnotizing. Deep and tempting. I mentally curse. Now isn't the time to get hormonal. I obliged the mystery man, taking my time to face the man with the blade. And when I do - when I see those delectable dark eyes, and the shadows that erupted from every which way from around him, it is only then that I realize how much shit I'm in. Maybe even more so than I was before I left in the first place.

#a/b/o #acotar x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #morrigan x reader #nesta x reader #amren x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction

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