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BLEEDING BONDS OF BROKEN PROPHECYWives were supposed to be chosen- they were not meant to be created.But for the witches of the Nocturne Coven, choice was a luxury long forgotten. Their bloodline, now cursed and dwindling, had turned to prophecy instead of love. They bound themselves to a vision- when the Original Hybrid broke his chains, a bride of their blood would be prepared, having been raised from birth for one purpose alone.She would be the vessel, the offering, and the perfect bride.Adeline Nocturne was an oath made flesh. She was born into whispers and rituals, raised with folded hands and hollow smiles, and her body and soul shaped not as her own, but as a covenant. She was taught to kneel before she could walk, taught silence before she could speak, and taught that her purpose was not to live, but to bear.To be perfect. To be still. To bear well. And when the dagger was pulled from Kol Mikaelson's chest- prophecy and old bindings demanded their union.But Kol- forever reckless, wild, and centuries steeped in fury- wanted no part of a doll bride bound to his name. He raged against her fragility and the cage she had been molded into, but in the cracks of her porcelain mask, he began to see something else- a fire waiting to burn.Her mother called it obedience. The Nocturne coven called it perfection.The Mikaelsons would come to call it family.But the question remained: would Adeline remain the vessel she was raised to be or become the flame that could unmake them all?fem oc x kol mikaelson. copyright ©️-loonylupins…

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𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 | "𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒆'𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆." - 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑵. 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 ･*•｡.•*･*•｡.•* ༚ ० ✧ ० ༚ *•｡.•*･*•｡.•*･DISCONTINUED. In which Ivy Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson move to New Orleans in search of new beginnings only to find out they are expecting a child and that lots has changed since Klaus was last in the city. ･*•｡.•*･*•｡.•* ༚ ० ✧ ० ༚ *•｡.•*･*•｡.•*･PREVIOUSLY THE ANGEL'S WINGS.I do not own The Vampire Diaries, it belongs to Julie Plec and Warner Bros. I do however own Ivy Salvatore and any other original plot/characters. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 © copyright | abimikaelson…

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 ･*•｡.•*･*•｡.•* ༚ ० ✧ ० ༚ *•｡.•*･*•｡.•*･ Witches were meant to protect; they were not meant to kill. But over the years, witches began to learn that not all who possessed magic wished to use it for good. No, some of them found pleasure within chaos and violence- harvesting magic from their rituals. Believing themselves to be lost beyond redemption, the witches began to seek a cure to the darkness that plagued their species. Found deep within old and ancient magic, the twisted tongues of the ancestors proved to give them faith. For a chosen one would come forth and save them all. The problem? Said chosen one was locked away in a tomb underneath the ruins of a church in Mystic Falls, Virginia, her vampire brothers believing she died the night they were turned. And the hybrid that comes to town seeking to end his thousand years of torment has a certain interest in their savior. Will their species be saved or will they succumb to the darkness that terrorizes them? OR A story in which the youngest Salvatore is brought back from the tomb and discovers her destiny was carved into stone long before that fateful night. fem oc x klaus mikaelson background ocs x kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, etc. I do not own The Vampire Diaries, it belongs to Julie Plec and Warner Bros. I do however own Ivy Salvatore and any other original plot, characters, etc. cover made by me. © copyright | -loonylupins…

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WICKED WOUNDS OF WITHERED FAITH. Hollow Creek, Kentucky is the kind of place where the air itself remembers. In July of 1996, the town's mine collapsed, burying twenty-three men beneath stone and silence. Only one girl crawled out alive. Dixie Rae Ward- sixteen, bruised, and bloodied- emerged into the light, carrying with her the screams of the men who never made it. Ten years later, the town still hasn't forgiven her for surviving. They call her cave rat, they cross themselves when she passes, and as the sweltering heat of another July bears down, whispers rise with it- the dead miners are restless- their souls clawing at the veil. Every summer near the anniversary, people begin to vanish. And this year, it has already begun. Dixie works nights at the Hollow Saloon, where the beer is warm, the gossip mean, and every pair of eyes knows her name. She hides her deep scars beneath sharp words, flirtation, and defiance, but guilt has its claws deep in her. She is both the town's outcast and its obsession- too beautiful to ignore, but too cursed to embrace. When two strangers roll into Hollow Creek- brothers who carry their own burdens of blood and grief- they're drawn to Dixie like moths to flame. They see what the town will not- that she is tethered to the mine's ghosts, somehow bound to its hunger. And the anniversary is coming.The mine waits.The dead stir.And in the summer heat, Hollow Creek will bleed again.…