Born in Westfall to a poor family, violet-eyed Idira grows up hungry, isolated and abused. As she grows into womanhood, surrounded by violence, she learns her unusual eyes are harbingers of a rare magic, as old as Azeroth itself, which connects her to a powerful, charismatic mage trapped on another planet. Twice her age, he captures her heart, but her magic has other plans.

When a young night elf priestess nearly trips over a dying blood elf, she has no idea how drastically her life is about to change.

The Spell of Water shall be born again, all opposing shall fall in the end. And those with loving passion's grace, shall be left in Her warm embrace. And though she holds him most dear, he has succumbed to darkened fears. Balance will be restored soon, once we are all Under a Blue Moon. HxOc

The orcs peered at her for a moment, rough faces entirely unreadable.They gestured at her with their thick hands or weapons. In their loud bouts of orchish, Meviahd caught the word 'ogar'. 'Kill.' Her stomach rose into the back of her throat again.

A human mage, who's both a hermit & a pacifist, must deal with the consequences that follow after a night of passion entangles her fate with that of a Troll hunter. **This is mostly brain fudge, with an attempt at a story in there somewhere. Be gentle.**

For Zin, there was not much left in life to appreciate, to excite, to love; but when he comes across the Diary of a Human woman, he finds his interests peaked in more ways than one. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY.

You don't steal a frost lotus from another herbalist, it's just rude. One druid is about to find out how seriously this rogue takes her herbalism. Rated M for later chapters.

Barely out of her training in Undercity Anasteria, a Blood Elf priestess, is taken captive on her first mission. Under the cruel treatment of her captors, she finds one that defies years of hatred and bloodshed to help her. Blood Elf/Night Elf R/R, please