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Our Journey's End

“I want to live too...” Those were the last words he uttered before being left behind, torn apart by the fallen. Yet betrayal, anger, and frustration were not the deepest emotions he felt. Not even the pain of being ripped apart, flesh by flesh. It was clarity, much like his name. Lucid understood then that maybe, just maybe, he had spent his life the wrong way. Perhaps, in his next life, he would have better luck. However, Lucid awakens in a strange purple forest that feels both foreign and strangely familiar, against all odds he had survived. Yet his face is hidden behind a peculiar fog that seems mysterious. Suddenly a voice chimes inside his head, a beautiful, elegant voice. A voice that seems to belong to a long-fallen deity named Alice. But upon realization, she is just as lost as he is. She cannot remember her own past, and yet, she carries a hope he himself lacks. Alice guides him forward through the scattered realms, and as they journey together, Lucid may be the only thing capable of restoring this fallen deity to her former divinity. And in return, she may be the only one capable of leading him home. Or perhaps fueling the twisted desire buried deep within him. Revenge... After all, he has not forgotten... *** What to Expect Slow-burn Transmigration, Isekai and fantasy An overpowered protagonist forced through brutal struggle and grit Heavy moral conflicts, difficult choices, and the weight of duty A consistent main cast that grows and supports one another Mystery-driven worldbuilding Character-focused progression Subtle romance *** Schedule: 2 to 4 chapters a week *** Patreon Daily release schedule *** General Author Linktree https://linktr.ee/Cr1msonLight
CrimsonLigHT · 788.3k Views

Sold To The Cruel Prince

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?
Golda · 267.6k Views

The Regressed Villainess Refuses to Die this Time

"How pathetic..." So this is how I die? "After everything I sacrificed for him... after bearing the weight of an entire household's hatred, this is how my story ends?" I could barely breathe. My blood stained the marble floor beneath me, and my vision slowly began to blur. Yet, through the haze, I could still see him. "Ah... there you are." My husband. "Those beautiful golden locks... those piercing blue eyes. The very eyes I once thought would look at me with affection." He stood before me, visibly shaken. His usually composed expression had crumbled, his eyes wide with something I couldn't quite understand. "What's wrong, Your Grace? Are you frightened?" I let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a broken gasp. "Don't worry. I won't be an inconvenience to you anymore." He took a step towards me, his lips parting as though he wanted to say something. But I was too tired to listen. "Are you thinking about how to dispose of my body? Or perhaps how to explain my unfortunate death to your precious younger brother and his beloved fiancée?" Of course. It had always been her. "Lady Seraphina. The sweet, innocent fiancée. The woman whose virtues you never stopped praising. The woman against whom I was constantly measured." "And me? Your inconvenient wife. Your family's supposed villainess. The wicked woman who could never do anything right in your eyes." I had spent years trying to earn his affection. I had swallowed insults, endured humiliation, and played the part of a dutiful duchess, all because I foolishly believed that one day he might look at me the way he looked at her. "How amusing... I wasted my entire life loving a man who couldn't even stand the sight of me." My fingers trembled as I reached towards him, but my hand fell before it could touch his clothes. "If only..." My consciousness began to fade. "If only I could live again..." My lips curved into the faintest smile. "No more obedience. No more sacrifices. No more begging for scraps of affection." "If fate ever grants me another life, I swear..." "I will not be the woman who desperately seeks her husband's love." "I will not be the woman who tolerates humiliation for the sake of a marriage." "And I certainly will not play the villainess merely because everyone has already decided that I am one." "No..." My final breath escaped me. "I will become a real villainess." "I will take everything I desire. I will destroy anyone who dares stand in my way. I will live for myself, laugh for myself, and love only when I choose to." "And you, my dearest husband..." I will make you regret the day you ever looked down upon me.
Rosa_Scarlet · 1.2k Views