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Petals and Steel

Echinacea Roaz was once the delicate daughter of a count - graceful, beautiful, and utterly ordinary. Until she touched the cursed sword Valdergiosa. The blade stole her body, turned her into a slaughtering demon, and forced her hands to spill the blood of everyone she loved: her family, her friends, her home. Worst of all, it made her kill the one man who ever believed in her - the silver-haired commander Yurien de Harden Kyrie, who saw the real woman trapped inside the monster and gave her a chance she couldn't take. She broke free too late. Nothing remained but ashes and regret. At twenty-six, in a ruined village soaked in blood, she finally shattered the curse's hold, only to learn the truth from the now-conscious blade: time could be reversed. Collect the ten human-forged Giosa swords, claim the divine Kairosgiosa, and rewrite everything. Fifteen years of nightmare later, she succeeds. She awakens at twenty, back in her soft bed, long pink hair untouched by scars, family alive and breathing. The black mark on her palm remains, Valdergiosa still bound to her soul-but this time, she knows what's coming. No more puppets. No more blood on innocent hands. Echi hides the curse, forges a mana core in secret, and heads straight for Azenka Military Academy-the path to becoming a Celestial Knight, entering the Giosa Hall, and sealing the wretched sword forever. She'll train in extravagant gowns and high heels, shatter every record as the "fussy noble genius," build true bonds with friends, and-against all odds-cross paths again with Yurien. This time, she won't fail him. This time, she'll protect everyone she once destroyed. But the sword whispers. Conspiracies stir in the shadows. The past isn't so easily erased. Can a flower once stained in blood bloom into something unbreakable? Or will the curse drag her back into darkness? A tale of regression, redemption, forbidden power, and a love that defies two lifetimes. Petals hide steel. And steel can cut fate itself. What happens when the cursed blade's master chooses happiness over slaughter? ------------------ Original Title: The Flower with a Sword Author: Eun So-ro Translated by Nyx Virelune
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BTTH:Battle Through the Heavens: I Possess Five Qi-Absorbing Mansions

Xiao Yuan, born unable to cultivate Dou Qi, transmigrates into the Dou Qi Continent. From a fragment of the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor’s Jade, he obtains a mysterious scroll. Recorded within is an ancient cultivation method that condenses five Qi-Absorbing Mansions from the five internal organs. From that moment on, his legendary life begins. Hun Tiandi: Who would have thought? From the Xiao Clan, known for producing nothing but failures, emerged not just one but two Dou Emperors—each fiercer than the last! Xiao Yan: Insult my third brother? You are courting death! My third brother is truth itself, my third brother is the law itself. I raise the banner for him—he is invincible! Not only can he refine Heavenly Flames with his bare hands, but also crush Heaven-rank Dou Techniques with his fists! Wait… Third Brother, are all these women… your wives?! Ya Fei: Xiao Yuan is the true genius! Nalan Yanran: If I had known, I never would have broken the engagement! Xiao Yu: You… you even taught Dou Techniques by hand and leg?! Little Doctor Fairy: Is this really how you suppressed my Calamity Poison Body?! Yun Yun: You had better truly not have seen anything! Queen Medusa: When I evolved just now… were you peeking?! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1 Battle Through the Heavens Btth
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God Eater: The Abyssal

The gods never stopped eating. They just learned to call it worship. When the divine source abandoned them, the gods discovered something better than power — hunger. Human faith, human sacrifice, human suffering, all of it rendered down into fuel. They built temples so the food would come to them. They built systems so the food would thank them for the privilege. For three thousand years, it worked. Then Uwana opened his mouth and said one word, and one hundred and sixty-four people burned. He is fifteen. He has no training, no lineage, no divine bloodline the Citadel's scanners can detect. What he has is a power that rewrites reality to match whatever he speaks — and a list of gods he intends to kill, carved into his own flesh in a language older than this world. He didn't choose this. He doesn't care that he didn't choose it. The village that raised him used his mother's hands to hold her down and his father's forge iron to silence his father's tongue, and they called it purification, and the gods watched and did nothing. Uwana is done waiting for the gods to do something. Enrolled in the Citadel of Oku — a fortress built in the corpse of a dead deity, where students are sorted by bloodline and the lowest tier is quietly scheduled for harvesting — he finds himself classified as a Glitch. No resonance. No category. A walking absence in a system designed to consume the weak and serve the powerful. He is not interested in the system. He is interested in learning how it breaks. What follows is not a hero's journey. Uwana does not fight because it's right. He fights because it's necessary, and he has decided he can live with the difference. Every god he unmakes brings him closer to something he can't yet name — and further from the boy who once braided cowrie shells into his mother's hair and agreed that a kiss didn't mean anything. Power has a cost. Reality is already beginning to forget his face. He doesn't slow down. Some people survive their trauma. Uwana is going to make his into a religion.
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Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
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