rebirth

Over time, heroes rise and villains fall. Heroes are remembered and immortalized in the hearts of the people, but no one truly remembers the countless "villains" they put down. If the villains are forgotten, can a hero truly remain one?

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

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.

After 600+ chapters, here’s what to expect. First of all, throughout this novel, I have learned and improved in my story-making ability. Sadly though, you could only see this improvement about several hundred chapters in, like in the upper 300s and early 400s. And this change comes before a story arc that is bad compared to my recent story arcs. You may feel inclined to stop before then. You may feel inclined to stop even before you reach a hundred chapters. You may think, “Oh, there’s no action, it’s boring, and everything is easy for our MC.” But if you persist, you will see the true vision I have for the novel. Kingdom building, action-packed, and enough slice-of-life to warm your hearts into overdrive. If you hear the words, DIVA, AUBILITIES, and METROPOLIS, then you are about to enter, what I think, is my best major story arcs I have written so far. The Metropolis Arc is peak. Here’s what to expect: — Action: Yes. There’s a new and exciting change in the latter chapters that allowed for a lot of action. — Kingdom Building: Absolutely. I’ll admit that in the earlier chaps, there’s a lot of need for improvement. But I think that I was able to remedy most of them in the recent chaps. — Slice-of-life: Yes, sir. If you loved the novel for its slice-of-life, then you can rest assured that it would continue on even in the most latest chapters. — Romance: This one, I’ll admit, needs a lot of improvement. But it’s because they are still kids in the novel so I still stray away from something truly romantic. However, romance in this novel could be attributed to the romance of family and of friendships for now. I hope that I was able to convince you to start reading my novel. If you read it before and want to start reading again, you can message me on Discord for questions regarding plot points, characters, or anything you forgot and I can remind you. ——————— Michael was suddenly reborn into a another world by a God because of an accidental death. To make up for this fact, the God gave him another life in a fantasy world of swords, magic, and monsters. Unfortunately, it turned out that the world he was reborn into was still stuck in the medieval times. It didn't have electricity, it didn't have proper plumbing, and it didn't have any technology that he was so used to back in his old world. But thanks to the God's blessing and an AI assistant called ChatJK1, he was given the power to MAKE his life comfortable. Slowly, Michael transforms this new world into a place even better than his previous one by taking ideas from the modern world and putting it in this world, with the added bonus of magic.

A hitman who wanted to retire by buying a farm on the outskirts of town and living a quiet life, was cut short by the sudden zombie apocalypse. He was bitten by a zombie, but before he could become one, he was summoned to another world. Upon awakening, he realized he was no longer human but a Frankenstein's monster with the zombie virus in his head. He lived his life in this new world and built his own farm behind his residence, the Black Tower. His peaceful life was disrupted when he became involved with the daughter of the city's lord. His fighting prowess and special ability to cure illnesses earned him the reputation of the Black Tower's nobleman.

#Forbidden Love, #Sweet, #Doting, #Sweet Revenge "Why can't they let me go? I have done everything for them! I sacrificed everything, and I gave them everything, even my own eyes... I betrayed the only person who ever loved me! Why are you doing this to me? Why do they have to do this to me? " Zhou Yuxi, who was blind and crippled, crawled through the floor, she didn't know where to head or where to move to, but she was determined to crawl forward. She was determined to end this kind of life! She was determined to crawl to the end; she wanted to end all these miseries. "Just go on as you are going! Your end is just there... Just nearby, go on..." She could hear that voice that she wasn't familiar with and couldn't decipher if it was a female or male! But why was that voice telling her the end was just close by? Did this mean that she just needed to crawl forward, and she would get to the end? She struggled but kept moving until she felt she was at the edge of the unknown floor; she didn't stop but crawled forward, only to fall. "Nooooo! Don't..." She could hear that familiar voice trying to stop her but it was a tad bit too late. She opened her crippled hands trying to feel the fresh air.

Two hearts untouched, in silence lay, Met where tulips swayed in May. No love had brushed their lonely past, Yet fate had spun its web so fast. A blossom new, so soft, so bright, Unfolded in the golden light. Their souls once cold, now warm and free, Love bloomed where none had thought to be.

They were never meant to share a life like this. She once created him. He once lived inside her story. But here — in a quiet world untouched by plot — Raylene and Zenith choose ordinary days: Morning tea. Grocery lists. Soft laughter. A child on the way. A life so gentle it feels impossible. Yet peace has seams. And sometimes, reality pauses — as if remembering who they were. Names appear in a book that doesn't exist. Moments slip. The world flickers, curious. Still they hold each other, fiercely quiet, learning how to breathe in the same world even as the old one whispers around them. Sometimes the bravest thing is to stay soft when the universe keeps trying to turn you into a story again.

the story follows the journey of four people who were sent into a game world known as ChiBlitz now they must build there own paths to survive this strange video game like realm

Emperor Ye Yan was killed by his best friend on the night of the annual banquet. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of Ye Mu, a mentally disabled teenager in Frozen Wind Village. Determined to take revenge and regain his power, Ye Yan—the Emperor—began his journey anew.

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.

✨ Synopsis She was a side character in her old life—a stepping stone in someone else’s fairy tale. But death gave her a second chance... in the body of a billionaire heiress married to the coldest CEO in the city. When Ashira Lin wakes up after a fatal car crash, she finds herself no longer the overlooked nobody—she’s now the infamous heiress of the Lin Conglomerate, bound in a frigid contract marriage to the city’s most ruthless man, Damien Zhuang. Their marriage? A business deal. Their rules? No love, no expectations. Their future? Legally over in six months. But Ashira has no intention of being a background character in this world. With sharp wit, iron resolve, and a heart tired of being discarded, she vows to rise in this cutthroat world—and maybe… rewrite the script on love. But Damien is not just cold—he’s hiding secrets. And this world isn’t ready for a woman who knows exactly how to play the game. Second chances aren't always gifts. Sometimes, they’re warzones.

"You are not the woman you used to be" he grips her chin, eyes dark and unreadable. "And you " she smirked "exactly the obstacle I plan to destroy". "Try" he whispers, stepping closer "and I will never let you go". ...................... She was once the demon queen, feared by gods and immortals until betrayal ended her life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in the body of the most pathetic woman in the empire: the Fallen Empress, framed, humiliated thrown aside like trash. A perfect identity to hide behind and a perfect place to start her revenge. The palace that once watched her suffer now trembles as she rises. She gives Poisonous smiles. She has Cold elegance and A heart darker than night. She looks at her reflection and whisper: "If they wanted a villainess, I will show them a true one". But just as she begins her silent destruction, someone steps into her path - The Prince Regent, Emperor's half brother. Cold, Ruthless and Untouchable. A man even the imperial court fear, yet strangely he obsessed with the new fire in her eyes. As old conspiracies twist around them and ancient power awaken inside her. She walks path filled with blood, secrets, and revenge. But the prince regent refuses to let her walk it alone. Enemies fall. Loyalties break. Two monsters rise in imperial court- one reborn for revenge, other obsessed beyond reason. The Demon Queen has return and this time, the world will kneel.

"Mikhail Calix, you have been accused of the crimes of abandonment of duties, aiding and abetting, indulging in illegal substances, adultery, human trafficking, attempted murder of your current husband, and treason. Do you object to any of these allegations?" Hearing this, for a brief moment, Mikhail felt like laughing. After all, isn't it funny that the one who committed these crimes could pretend to be a victim while making him a scapegoat? Isn't it funny that the ones who could save him from the hell he had been in were acting as if they couldn't see him in such a disgraceful state, yet were the very people who ignored every single one of his pleas? Isn't it funny that the one who would be passing his final judgement had a hand in his current predicament? But the funniest of it all is that the person whom he had only met last night held more compassion for him than the people for whom he was willing to give his life. Well, whatever. It doesn't matter since he wouldn't survive today anyway. He'd make sure of that. And he did. He stabbed himself in the heart. He thought he'd end up in hell, but how come the person who was more like family to him than his own was here as well? He'd never done any wrongs, and he also looked so young. Way younger than he was at the time of his death, and the scene was familiar to him as well. He'd gone through this exact scenario before. Before he fell into that hell. ...... Well Damn. Looks like that God does like me quite a bit to gift me the blessing of a rebirth. It'd be rude if I didn't make it worth his while, no?

A cosmic court has condemned humanity. Seven immortal witnesses return to the dawn of civilization to prove — or disprove — its worth. Most fall. Power twists them into tyrants, idols, and architects of sterile utopias. Only one chooses another path. Across centuries, Enki walks among mortals unseen, planting knowledge instead of monuments, nurturing fragile lives instead of controlling them. He learns that meaning is not found in eternal empires, but in fleeting acts of grace — a hand lifted from mud, a garden built from flood-ruins, a child taught to listen to water. His defense is not glory. It is tenderness. It is persistence. It is humanity’s quiet refusal to stop loving, even knowing all things end. A mythic tale about time, loss, and choosing to build anyway. [Beneath the myth and the science fiction lies a simple, stubborn claim: this is not just a story. Enki was born in 2850 BC and has been carrying the memory ever since. The names are changed, the years shifted, the moons given new orbits, yet the resurrection happened, the desert temptation was real, the stone rolled away, and the Judge has been reigning ever since. Everything else — the Scrapbook, the 0.3%, the blind spot in the machine — is simply the record of those who kept looking up while the world looked down. Most have forgotten there is a sky vaster than any mind can hold, that Earth is a gift, not a possession, that God drew no borders and the birds still fly free without passports. Read it as fiction if you like. Some books are written so the truth can reach the few who still have ears to hear. This is one of them.] 2025 Mark Casa Nova (Original) You may share, translate, adapt, illustrate, animate, film, or perform this work freely — even commercially — on one unbreakable condition: Do not change the lesson. The resurrection happened. The stone was rolled away. Grace is real, borders are not, and the birds still fly free. Everything else — style, medium, language — is yours to play with. The core is not. That’s all I ask. [Mark K. Carlos]

Reyan’s ordinary life shatters in a single morning when a mysterious virus outbreak transforms people into terrifying, predatory creatures. As the city of Niraya descends into chaos, Reyan fights to survive, protect his daughter, and navigate a world where friends can become enemies in an instant.

What if you could live your life over again, with all the knowledge of your failures? For Raghav Roi, this isn't a fantasy; it's a shocking, second reality. In the year 2035, at the age of 42, his life ended abruptly with a heart attack while watching a cricket match—a bitter end for a man whose own dreams of cricketing glory dissolved into a life of mediocrity and regret. He closes his eyes in a sterile hospital room, only to reopen them in his childhood bedroom in Chhaygaon, India. The year is 2005. He is twelve years old again, his body weak and unathletic, but his mind is armed with thirty years of future knowledge and a singular, burning purpose: to not waste this miracle. His second chance comes with a mysterious guide. A holographic interface that only he can see declares the activation of the [World's Greatest Cricket System]. Few Years Later: Newspaper Front Headlines: [ The Youngest Player in World Tournament] [The Record Breaker — ROI ] _____ chapter Average word count from chapter 30 be around 1500-2000 words.

After a tragic betrayal, Marrin Reeves is given a second chance at life. Reborn into her wealthy and powerful family, she sets out to reclaim her legacy, exact revenge on those who wronged her, and navigate the dangerous world of high society. Amid corporate battles and family intrigues, Marrin finds herself entangled with the enigmatic billionaire Calvin Reeves, whose cold exterior hides a heart capable of deep love. Will Marrin master the game of power and love, or will past shadows threaten her future?

The soul has perished, leaving behind only emptiness. Yet in its final cry of anguish, it stirs the one who dwells beyond the hollow world: the Omniscient Observer. By the will of this Observer, a nameless spirit is granted a new destiny — to be reborn as a Servant, cast into a crimson Singularity where humanity’s future has been stolen. A mythic-scale crime upon human history itself: the Incineration of the Human Order. The vessel bestowed upon it is none other than the Hero King, Gilgamesh — the Golden Monarch who severed ties with the gods and began the age of mankind. Arrogant and merciless, he judges all from his resplendent throne. And yet within this golden vessel dwells a forgotten soul, stripped even of its name. What upheaval shall this curious hero bring to the journey across human history? The White Beast watches in silence, ever observing its progress. The King’s laughter echoes across the Singularity. Behold the most luxurious restoration of Human Order in history, funded by boundless wealth and lasting for six entire months. “What? Chaldea is a black company powered by nothing but energy drinks? Fools! I shall renovate and rebuild it myself!” Through the Hero King's unending generosity, Chaldea undergoes a glorious transformation. Private rooms, pristine living quarters, an infinite power engine. An ever-turning, immortal paradise — Chaldea, reborn. And ever-present are the true treasures: the readers who continue to witness and support this tale. Over ten thousand strong, they remain unwavering, unmatched, and unshakably true. Here stands a Gilgamesh the world has never seen before. A saga woven by a pure soul and a delighted vessel — the Epic of Gilgamesh begins anew. The King’s journey is far from over. May this tale add a new brilliance to your own. I entrust it to you. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds