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The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 86.7k Views

Heroic Songs In Chaos World

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?
sampatin · 29k Views

REBIRTH : Chasing The Limelight

Elara’s first life crashed hard. Cruel tricks ruined her name, broke her dreams, and turned the whole entertainment world against her. Friends betrayed her. Lovers sold her out. Everyone she trusted stabbed her in the back. The pain piled up until she felt trapped with no way out. One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked to the river and ended it all in the cold, quiet water. Later, proof came out. Messages. Recordings. Everything showed she had been framed. People posted apologies online. But it was too late. She was already gone. The universe, though, clearly has a twisted sense of humor. Because somehow, Elara came back. She woke up in her own past, every awful memory still sharp in her head. Right then she made a promise she would never break: protect her gentle grandfather no matter what, and never let anyone push her to that dark place again. This time she steps into the entertainment world with her head high. She trains harder, sings better, fights smarter. The same people who once crushed her? Now they get to feel the pressure. Love? Not happening. Her heart is locked tight. But why is it that as she rises and shines brighter, handsome, powerful men start circling her—guys who never even glanced at her in her previous life were now hovering around her. The actor smiled at her during a press interview, leaned closer, and said softly, “We should have dinner sometime.” The footballer sent flowers so big they blocked her room door. The surgeon she met at a charity event checked her pulse and then forgot to let go of her wrist. The singer she collaborated with kept calling her name during rehearsals, as if the mic could not hear him well enough. Elara stared at the ceiling that night and sighed. She only wanted to sing. Why did everyone look like they wanted to adopt her, date her, or both? But the worst one came after the concert. The lights had just gone off. Her ears were still ringing. Sweat clung to her neck. She had barely stepped backstage when a shadow blocked her path. She looked up. The CEO of the greatest company in Aurelia stood there. The same man who once said her voice was “not worth investing in.” The same man who did not even know her name before rebirth. Now he held her wrist lightly, but firmly. “Let’s talk,” he said. Elara blinked. “About… sponsorship?” “No,” he replied calmly. “About marriage.” Her brain froze. “…What?” “I will give you everything,” he continued, as if asking for a glass of water. “Resources. Protection. Freedom to sing. Become my wife.” Elara stared at him, her mouth open, her thoughts running in circles. This was not how it was supposed to be. Why was the world now skipping steps? NB: This story takes place in a fictional world. Aurelia is a country. Solmere, Veston, and Starfall City are the three capital cities of Aurelia. Other cities, such as Lorien and Crelou, are smaller cities. Everything in this story is a work of imagination.
SwiftAngel · 4.2k Views

The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.

Mature (R-18+) Three years of marriage. Three years of silence, loneliness, no recognition, and now... betrayal. Elara Frost thought love meant patience, that one day her husband would finally see her emotions, her love, and her care, and choose her, cherish her as she did. But the only thing he gave her was loneliness and indifference. And thus, when his affection for his secretary shadowed her entirely, shattered her illusions, and made her realize that she was never anything to him, never more than a pawn, she walked away. Everyone who knew them thought she would fade away without him, that she wouldn't survive a day without the luxurious life her husband provided, but did they really know her, the real her? She didn't leave to disappear; she went to return as someone untouchable, someone her ex couldn't dare to provoke, and someone every man desired and every family wanted as their daughter-in-law. When her real identity was revealed, it left everyone shocked. She returned as the real heiress, with connections to the underworld. She returned as the woman everyone needed to bow to and fear, wrapped in diamonds and draped in the drapes of vengeance. After being betrayed once, Elara vowed she would never fall in love again, but the queens aren't safe from love either. She isn't left with much choice when her childhood fiancé returns from abroad, promising her the world she never had. Snippet: "I would be a fool to fall for a man again after everything that life has made me go through," Elara confessed, her expression edgy, a solemn hint crossing her eyes. "In that case, don't fall for me, Miss Elara. Instead, let me fall for you. Because I know for sure, you are worth fighting for," Daniel Macros said, his eyes holding nothing but pure obsession, something she had never experienced before. Elara thought dealing with one persistent pursuer was hard enough, but what would she do when her ex-husband knelt before the entire world, begging for her to return? Will she let the old flame of her love burn again, or will she let Daniel's calm presence sweep her off her feet? Disclaimer: The story is participating in the Viral Book Call 2025. Please support. The more you support me, the more motivated I'll be to write. Follow me on Instagram—@angelinabhardawaj. Bonus chapters- One magic castle = 10 chapters+reader's announcement on this book for three days.  One spacecraft = 15 chapters+ reader's announcement on this book for a week.  One golden gachapon = 20 chapters + reader's announcement on all my socials and this book for two weeks. 
AngelinaBhardawaj · 383.9k Views

Malicious Compliance: The Necromancer Who Hated His Script

"Oh look. Another betrayal. Another truck. Another “brooding” Necromancer. You people really have simple tastes, don’t you?" Kaito was a simple electrician. He knew how to fix short circuits, but he wasn’t prepared for the absolute disaster that was his love life. When he discovered his girlfriend Lucy was cheating on him with Nick—a guy so blonde and American he practically bled apple pie—Kaito didn’t cry. He didn’t mope. He did the worst possible thing. He grabbed them both and dove headfirst under the nearest Truck-kun. The result? Nick and Lucy were reborn as the chosen Hero and Saint, beloved by the world and boosted by destiny itself. Kaito was reborn as Mordecai von Ravenloft, the edgiest Necromancer to ever grace a digital page. There’s just one problem. Mordecai has read too many trashy webnovels—and he hates every second of his new life. The System forces him to say cringe “cool lines,” assigns him quests he despises, and gave him a dark-and-handsome look that’s basically bait for thirsty fanfiction writers. His first minion is Larry, a depressed skeleton with the work ethic of a government employee on a Monday morning. Mordecai doesn’t want to save the world. He doesn’t even want to destroy it. He wants revenge. Not quick kills. Not dramatic duels. He’s here to systematically dismantle Nick and Lucy’s “Influencer Hero” careers—exposing secrets, glitching quests, and turning their perfect kingdom into a bureaucratic nightmare. Unfortunately, the System has other plans. Thanks to the cursed Protagonist Aura, Mordecai accidentally attracts a “harem” he never asked for: dysfunctional, dangerous women who treat romance like a hostile work environment. From HOA-enforcing Banshees to alchemists whose potions violate the Geneva Convention, his life only gets worse. And then there’s the progression system. How do you beat a Hero with a Holy Sword? By eating literal garbage. Broken buttons. Rat tails. Expired coupons. Consume trash, gain permanent, game-breaking stats. Who needs legendary weapons when you have [Max Shame Resistance]? This is a LitRPG satire about exploiting the System, bullying destiny, and proving that power fantasies collapse the moment someone refuses to play along. What to expect: Interactive story: the MC reads your comments—and may insult you for them Junk-Food Progression: power through pure degeneracy Dysfunctional Harem: no catgirls, only problems Pure Spite: love conquers all… unless you exploit the source code Fourth Wall Obliteration: Mordecai knows you’re reading this If you want a noble hero, go read Nick’s story. If you want to watch a man on the verge of a nervous breakdown use the apocalypse to prove how basic your tastes are— Welcome aboard. Content warning: graphic violence, strong language, excessive cringe.
Ryukiro · 13.3k Views