~ a little welcome from the waves ~
(Cover-art belongs to Neal-illustrator)
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Hello lovelies! Welcome to The Stormbound One, a myth and musical inspired, god-haunted, salt-air-saturated mess of a love story. Think ancient Greece meets fanfic drama, with some questionable divine decisions and a very determined (and slightly feral) sea god.
If you're into poetic yearning, stormy cliffside vibes, morally gray deities, and a female lead who's just trying to mind her business (but fate says "lol no") then you're 100% in the right place.
(And if you don't then turn away because I will not deal with hateful comments and if they are seen, my block button will receive some good ol' kisses. This is my story, not yours.)
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💬 What to Expect:
This story contains:
This story includes:
✨ Flirtation with gods (Poseidon is HIM)
🔥 Smut (consensual, emotional, and very wet™)
🩸 Violence, injury, blood, and death
🗯️ Harsh language (yes, people swear in ancient times too)
⚡ Power dynamics (mortal × god energy)
🌀 Emotional chaos, cliffside longing, and divine-level angst
🫠 Moments that may make you clutch your face and whisper "oh no..."
Basically: steamy scenes, soft moments, bad decisions, mythological hot messes, and poetic vibes. All adult content is written with consent, emotional weight, and a deep respect for character development (and thirst).
(If I missed any warning pls let me know guys)
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So like- who are you?
You are ____: (Just insert your name, I'm not doing the Y/N bs, I'm sorry but the older I get and more fics I read, it's kind of an ick for me now- NO HATE TO Y/N WRITERS JUST A PERSONAL OPINION)
Apologies to everyone who is not female but this will be written with she/her pronouns if ever needed
Raised on the cliffs of Ithaca
Daughter of a Spartan baddie(NOT PENNY) and one of Odysseus's lost men
Low-key cursed? High-key stormy? Definitely not normal
About to be noticed by a certain sea god who doesn't know how to knock
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So... grab your dagger, say a prayer (or don't), and maybe don't make direct eye contact with the ocean.
And the gods?
Yep, they're watching.
So buckle your sandals. Light a candle for your emotional stability and lets go.
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This is your epic now.
YOU ARE READING
The Stormbound One
Historical FictionAn ancient sea. A restless girl. A god who doesn't know how to wait. Raised on the cliffs of Ithaca, ____ is no stranger to storms, both the ones in the sky and the ones in her blood. Daughter of a Spartan woman and one of Odysseus's lost men, she's...
