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Dragon Age: Progeny prologue

Alistair was certain he felt her silver-eyed gaze at his back, knowing she was out there somewhere among the throng of nobles gathered on the throne room floor. He knelt next to Anora, bowing his head somberly as the Revered Mother spoke the ancient blessing over their union as rulers of Ferelden. The crown the woman placed on his head was lighter than the helm he usually wore in battle, but it seemed heavier. He rose, turned to face his people, and saw Soraya's retreating back as she left the hall. The thunder of applause and shouts brought his eyes back from her stooped shoulders, and he lifted his hand and acknowledged the crowd. He thou

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(Peter Parker x Reader) Friend Zone REWRITING

A/n: WARNING! SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! THIS IS THE TOM HOLLAND!PETER PARKER!!!!!! GO WATCH SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING BEFORE CLICKING ON THIS! Or not… I don’t own you. I also don’t own Spiderman. . . . . . A/N: still here? Let me know your thoughts on the movie, and if you haven’t seen it…. GO WATCH IT. Also I’m not sure if everything I say about these characters is 100% true, especially Liz Allan. Some of this will obviously be different from the movie. Please let me know what you think down in the comments below! Italics- (y/n)’s thoughts (Y/N) POV The friend z

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Dragon Age: Progeny prologue by Niksche, literature

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Dragon Age: Progeny prologue

Dragon Age: Duty's Captive by Niksche, literature

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Dragon Age: Duty's Captive

Title: Dragon Age: Duty's Captive Author: Niksche Game: Dragon Age Origins PC mage Soraya and Alistair Disclaimer: Thedas and its denizens are the property of Bioware. The preview is an enhanced, edited screenshot. Original characters are from my wild imagination. Rating: PG for some minor language and adult themes The early sunlight woke her from an exhausted sleep, the first time in weeks, it seemed, that she had found any peace. Soraya lingered in the soft bed, cushioned in the warmth of down coverlet and cotton linens spun as fine as spider silk. The light of new day, just now breaking over Denerim's horizon, played upon the staine

The grave digger by feardemon, literature

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The grave digger

The battle is over, and not one human voice will rise from the corpses as the ravens rejoice. In the blaze of the sun a spade hits the dirt he lifts it again a second time, then a third. No pride and no glory, just a job to be done at the end of each story told under our sun. For such is the law that is written in stone while the grave digger lives he is always alone.

Assassin's Creed: White Gives Way To Red by Laffeetaffee, literature

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Assassin's Creed: White Gives Way To Red

Everything was silvery blue, bleached by the light of the moon as it rivaled with the stars over the Monteriggioni citiscape. Ghosts of rooftops, trees and stone walls were divided by rivers of black shadow, except the main roads which were patterned with lanternlight. It was impossible to tell where the bell tower rang in the city as the clanging rang off each wall of the small town, lying about its position. Figures walked in groups along the roads, some of them in shadows while others glowed in the light of their raised lanterns. Their chatter was easier to pinpoint, and the shrill voice of a young woman rang out, finding its way through t

Griffin Rider: A Proposition by SlingBlade87, literature

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Griffin Rider: A Proposition

Caleb ran his hand over Bracken's breastplate, examining its surface carefully as he examined it for damage. The tawny beast in question lay sprawled besides him. The griffin's blue eyes watched Caleb's motions intently, its head turning rapidly to follow even the slightest shift in its rider's body. Bracken's beak lunged forward suddenly, pecking at Caleb as he adjusted the breastplate's straps. "Here! Off ye great winged git!" Caleb snarled, throwing up his hand and grabbing the griffin by the beat. "The damned thing is loose ya fool, how're ye supposed to protect yer chest if ye've got a loose breast piece eh? Tell me that why dontcha

Game of Thrones: Tale of The Red Wolf-Chapter 6 by SapphireCrusader, literature

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Game of Thrones: Tale of The Red Wolf-Chapter 6

As Torrhen and his escort passed through the main gate, with Rhaegar close behind, they emerged into chaos. The royal party, as well as members of the Stark household traveling with Father and the girls, were making their final preparations for departure. As he rode toward the stables, he saw Tyrion walking toward the Great Hall. “Tyrion!” After catching his attention he dismounted, handing Swiftwind's reins to a nearby stable boy. “Ah, the conquering hero returns!” Torrhen bowed in response. “I think I see a little jaunt in your step.” “Your eyes would not deceive you, my friend. In fact, I would

Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 5 by SapphireCrusader, literature

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Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 5

“How in the Seven Hells did this happen?!” Torrhen screamed at Robb outside of Bran's room. After the hunting party had returned to Winterfell the mood had changed from carefree to deathly serious in half a heartbeat when Robb had met them and told Father and Torrhen to follow him to Bran's room. They arrived to see Maester Luwin and Mother standing over Bran's body. Torrhen saw he was still breathing, which was a fortunate sign. But his eyes were closed and he was completely still, not reacting to anything Mother or Maester Luwin were doing. In shock, he dragged Robb out the room and all but slammed the door behind him. “A

Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 4 by SapphireCrusader, literature

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Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 4

The feast was quite a spectacle. Food entered the Great Hall in an almost unending procession and wine flowed like the Trident at high tide. The music and the voices of the guests fought constantly to drown each other out. The royal party and the Starks sat together at one end of the hall, eating and drinking with the utmost courtesy, while the rest of Winterfell crowded below them stuffing their faces and drowning in wine. King Robert was among them, of course, with all his customary good humor and roguish charm. Torrhen, from his seat next to Robb, watched as he groped one of the serving girls and gave her a rather serious kiss. Looking bac

Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 3 by SapphireCrusader, literature

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Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 3

Over the next several days the news spread like wildfire: Jon Arryn was dead. The Hand of King who ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros for seventeen years while King Robert had drank and wenched his days away had passed away during the night. And now the King and his entourage were coming north to Winterfell. That could only mean one thing. "He's going to name our father Hand of the King. Why else would he come?" "He could be coming for anything! Maybe he just wants to see Father." Robb said and Torrhen had to restrain himself from cuffing his brother upside the head, instead returning to feeding the ravens. He may be the heir to Winterfel

Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 2 by SapphireCrusader, literature

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Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 2

As the company moved through the wolfswood, Robb, Bran and Jon occupied themselves with racing each other while Torrhen stayed behind lost in his thoughts. “What's troubling you, son?” Eddard's warm, rough voice briefly startled Torrhen. Quickly collecting himself, he gathered his thoughts since there was no point in trying to lie to his father. “I can't stop thinking about what the deserter said before he died. What if he really did see the White Walkers?” “Madmen see what they see, Torrhen. The White Walkers haven't been seen in centuries if they actually existed.” “But if they didn't exist, why

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