Shire Baggins

When divine blood flows through your veins, monsters hunts you down until you’re dead. That’s the harsh reality each demigod has to live everyday. Marina is one of them and, because of this, she had to leave her home when she was still a child. Now she has grown up and lives in the Lilies Park, a place in the Otherworld where she meets Shirei, a mysterious demigod who has no memory. Shirei will have to deal with his hidden past to understand why the gods seem to treat him like an enemy, but Marina fears that the journey will only lead to his death. Thus begins the last act of the plan of the forgotten goddess: the queen of masks. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Lucien a typical man with a normal personality, always yearned for a simple, ordinary life—a dream shattered by the stark reality of his mafia family's existence. Graduating at the age of 22, he found himself thrust into a world of chaos when his family perished in a car bombing. Suddenly transported to another realm, Lucien, equipped with the "Emblem of Shire" skill, is tasked with developing the land. However, his mischievous family members prove to be a constant challenge. Just as he begins to settle into his new role, tranquility is shattered by the arrival of a lustful dragon, intent on mating with him. Soon, more dragons encroach upon his territory, making him anxious about what will they do. Faced with these unforeseen challenges, Lucien must find a way to manage his land and preserve the peace he so desperately craves.

In a remote county lost between verdant valleys and majestic mountains, where the echo of ancient legends resonates among the centuries-old trees, a tragedy has overshadowed its ancestral glory. Fate, however, has a new chapter in store for this forgotten place. After a devastating calamity that took lives and memories, only two survivors remain: the young brothers, whose past has been lost in the shadows of time. They grew up in humble isolation, unaware of the magical heritage that flowed through their veins. Little by little, fate leads them to an enchanted magic academy, where ancient secrets awaken and mysteries intertwine their destinies with those of the great heroes of the past. Under the tutelage of wise wizards and alongside new friends, the brothers unlock latent powers and discover that the county they once called home holds secrets that could change the course of history.Between spells intertwined with loyal friendships and magical creatures that inhabit enchanted forests, they set out on a journey to unravel the riddles of their lost past. With each turn of the page, the legacy of their lineage is revealed, and they realize that, together, they are the last hope for restoring the glory of the old shire and protecting the magical world they are now discovering they are part of.

Here the missing wife of panther narrates her story how she met her love even knowing that she will be haunted by her own past.... Shirely is a kind mother, and doctor

Maria Gracia was the name I was famous for in my previous life but now I am Lady Vivienne Hernandez of The Shire, a character from a storybook I read before I died. And so my life begins with this new life of mine, born to the most powerful duke's house. Destine to be the prince's wife and destine to die, I decided to change my fate by becoming the centre of attention - I am the new "smell good" expert of the Empire of Carcina. Four gents will fight for her hand in marriage but all she ever wanted was peace. Despite to have a peaceful life, will Vivienne live the life she desires? Will her engagement with the prince be annulled? And who will she choose amongst these gents? (Picture not mine, credit to the rightful owner.) ***This is an original story made by me and it's my first work but I hope you'll like it. :3

Noelle Amber, a very charismatic, bold and cute girl joins the Institute of Brilliant Studies in City F of The US on the recommendation of a relative. From the very first day she encounters very peculiar people. Out of which, the two Brothers, Audum Reed and Reece Reed happen to be the core of every intrigue situation she encounters. One brother is War while the other is Peace. One is Insanity while the other is Shire. Is this destiny? Or a plan? Will her life take a pleasant turn or hung up on her? What will happen? Read to find out because it’s not your average love story!

These are turbulent, dark times, when many evil heresies are stirring. Shire as a young hunter recruit, into a hunting career from scratch.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

One bracelet rules them all. The Dark giant put all of his powers in One bracelet that was taken from him. After years in Middle-earth, willyo Baggins ends up with the bracelet. After he reaches his eleventy-first year, he disappears, and the bracelet becomes the property of brody's, his cousin. Thus starts the epic quest to destroy the bracelet and everything it stands for.

Annalise Thatcher , a girl in her mid 20s who questions the misfortunes of her life , deeply affected by her past. She's learning to let it all go and be grateful in the present but only to find herself muddled in a mystery of an unexpected place. A place away from the lively town of Oak Shires , hiding in the darkness of an abandoned estate , known as the Easterwood Manor . The place that has all the answers of the questions she's been asking forever and unravels the secret and mystery of those who once lived in it and still reside.

Shire is a twenty one year old girl. She lives in a world where you can here the music your soulmate is listening too. One day she was walking to her apartment in New York when someone pulled a gun on her and shot her. But she didn’t die, there was a shock wave that came from her and the Avengers rushed in to find out what it was. How will she cope when she find out she’s has powers. How will she convince the Avengers she meant no harm, and how will Steve ( Captin America) handle his growing feelings as they find out that they are soulmates.

"arrrrgggghhh," the glowing soul wailed in anguish as it descended down the fiery burning pit of hell where Satan ruled supreme. the last incident surrounding his death floated like a hologram before Satan as he smiled mischievously nodding his head. "A perfect instrument for more souls," He said as he flicked his hands stopping the souls descent. It floats forward until it came to stop in front of Satan naked as a newborn child. "Son, you seem to have a painful death in your former life" he began with a sly smile on his face as he paused and continued. "if you should have a chance to go back to the world again. what would be your line of action?" The center of the soul glowed dark increasing in thickness until it was a glowing dark mass. it's voice echoed loudly in the mind of Satan three words that radiates terror. "Revenge! Vengeance!! Anarchy!!!" "Indeed, you have chosen well. go back into the world, wreck havoc, create chaos untill all shall bow before me through you," The soul shrieked loudly as a wormhole opened up behind it sucking it back into the world of men. My name is Scott Baggins and I am the devils incarnate, I have come to wreck havoc on all that has stabbed me in the back. Anarchy and terror is loosed upon the world. Fear the revenge of the devil's advocate.