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Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

Every five decades, a human princess will be offered as a sacrifice to the bloodsuckers in exchange for protection from the other kingdoms ruled by various creatures of the dark. As the only princess of her generation, the FL has been chosen as the offering. However, she is more than unwilling, and understandably so. The royal family of the vampires is known to be cruel and sadistic. When she arrives, she plans to escape. Yet, her plans are quickly thwarted by the youngest vampire prince, who claims her as his own personal toy on her first night there.

!MATURE THEMES! After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

After traveling the cosmos for many eons, this being grew bored. It takes the body of a child in hopes to grow and learn emotions and what it means to be human. Along its journey it meets many special individuals, expiriences many mystical events and even meets it past cosmic brethrin. Will he learn human emotion? Or will he return to his original power and consume all?

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it. His gaze passed straight through me. With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. That was when I heard it; the fierce, thunderous beat of his heart beside my ear. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

The realization didn't come with a flash of light, but with the cold weight of a Valyrian steel ring on his finger and the suffocating heat of King’s Landing. He was no longer a spectator to the tragedy; he was the tragedy. As Aegon II Targaryen, he knew the math of the Red Keep was simple: there is no room for a king’s eldest son in a kingdom ruled by his sister. To Rhaenyra, his very existence was a declaration of war. In the quiet of the library, the scent of old parchment and beeswax hung heavy in the air. "Your Highness, you seem to have developed a sudden, singular passion for the chronicles of our ancestors." Otto Hightower moved with the practiced grace of a predator, taking the seat opposite his grandson. His eyes, sharp as a maester’s quill, scanned the boy for any sign of the drunken wastrel he had expected to find. Aegon didn't look up immediately. His fingers traced the cracked leather of an ancient volume, his touch almost reverent. "Grandfather," he began, his voice distant, "if you were to open every history book in this Citadel, from the Doom of Valyria to the day my father took his seat on the Iron Throne... what do you think they would truly say?" Otto’s brow furrowed, his Hand’s pin catching the flickering candlelight. "The histories? They speak of many things, Aegon. Duty, lineage, the rise and fall of great houses. There is much to learn of governance within them." Aegon finally looked up. The dazed fog in his eyes had cleared, replaced by a terrifying, lucid spark. A slow, sharp smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "I’ve read them all, Grandfather. I’ve looked past the dates and the names of dead lords. Between the lines of every conquest and every betrayal, the ink screams the same thing." He leaned forward, the shadows of the library dancing across his face.

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07

Amara Hale never believed in love—until she was forced to marry the most dangerous man in the city, Lucien Blackwood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Lucien doesn’t do love. He does control. Their marriage is a business deal. Their desire is forbidden. And yet, every glance, every brush of skin, every word between them ignites a fire neither can control. In a world of lies, secrets, and hidden scars, will Amara break him—or will he own her heart completely? One rule: no love. One woman: all temptation. One man: all danger.

Two girls become two princesses. Camilla and Violet. One fair, one dark. One wealthy, one poor. They both marry handsome princes from the powerful House of Devon. So how do their stories weave together and how did their lives take such very different paths? A compelling medieval tale of forbidden love and untamed emotions. Volume One revolves around an arrogant young prince and the terrified princess he holds captive, both burdened with a deep-seated animosity towards each other. As the plot unfolds, their shared history and the tragic fate of their families create a palpable tension between them. The author masterfully weaves a narrative of passion, fear and vulnerability, forcing the protagonists to confront their true feelings for each other. A tale of two lovers who must stop pretending they can live without each other. Volume Two is the story of fierce sibling rivalry. Of how jealousy and insecurity can drive people to do things they never imagined when power is at stake. Can anyone find joy in the House of Devon?

5 People who have never met, come together through an unlikely situation. They are the only ones who can stop 2 evil men from doing whatever they want, to whomever they want, whenever they want.

Aurelia Caelistra was born to rule: brilliant, cold, and certain that the Caelistra name would secure her place among Aramont's greatest mages. But the Arcane Academy humiliates her on the first day when Kael Arden, a quiet, commoner scholarship-born prodigy bests her in a public duel. The loss shatters her certainty and exposes a gap Aurelia never thought possible: Kael sees Aether as threads to be read, not flames to be flaunted. As whispers spread and nobles scoff, Aurelia's pride hardens into determination. She refuses to be defined by a single defeat. But Kael keeps his past hidden and his motives close. His brilliance may burn as bright as hers or burn everything down. In a kingdom where magic and bloodlines shape destiny, Aurelia must learn whether legacy is a cage or a ladder, and whether the most dangerous power is the one you refuse to see.

The emperor belongs to the empire. The general belongs to the battlefield. Neither of them belongs to himself. In a court where a single glance can become treason, Emperor Li Tianyu rules with restraint, surrounded by empress, consorts, and ministers who watch for weakness. His power is absolute—but carefully caged. Zhao Junjie, the empire’s youngest Supreme General, has survived war, betrayal, and bloodshed. His loyalty is unquestioned. His silence is dangerous. As rebellions rise and court factions sharpen their knives, the emperor and his general are drawn into a bond that cannot be spoken, named, or revealed. Their connection survives through late-night councils, unspoken glances, and decisions that quietly protect one another—at the cost of everything else. There is no confession. There is no promise. Only loyalty that refuses to break. Beneath the Dragon Banner is a slow-burn historical epic of power, restraint, and forbidden devotion—where love is not declared, but endured.

“When the world fights you, write your own fate.” He was born noble, gifted with a calm mind, an unreadable presence… and a secret the world was never meant to uncover. Adrian Wilbert was never weak. From the moment of his birth, something about him unsettled even the most powerful. No aura. No trace. No history. But beneath his silent gaze lies a force that defies logic—a boy who can rewrite spells, summon legends, and adapt to any magic… while hiding it all behind a measured smile. In a world fractured by ancient bloodlines, divine conspiracies, and monstrous beasts, Adrian plays the long game. Manipulating crime lords, reviving knights, taming dragons—he is not here to follow destiny. He is here to break it. But as forgotten enemies rise, and allies reveal their own agendas, one question haunts every shadowed corridor: Who—or what—is Adrian Wilbert? *** This novel is available on Wattpad, Webnovel, Honeyfeed and Royal Road

Becoming a Mutant: At the very beginning, Lancelot awakens the god-level “Pupil Lottery System.” Eyes of power—Geass, Reincarnation Eyes, Shared Eyes, Copy Eyes, Jianjigu, and the Deadly Magic Eye—fall under his control. Thus begins the legendary Eye Saga in Marvel. Geass·Absolute Command: “Black Emperor Xiao, serve me as your king. Serve me as your master. Obey me… until death.” Mutant Reverses the Future: The timeline fractures under the Mutant’s power. Lancelot opens the Reincarnation Eyes, forcing humanity to feel true pain. The Super Shenluo Tianzheng erupts, nuclearizing the world with unstoppable force. Apocalypse Advent Era: Lancelot confronts Susan, stepping over Apocalypse itself, turning the ancient villain into a six-way puppet under his command. Sorcerer Supreme? “Ancient One, in front of my Copy Eyes, all your magic will be replicated, perfected, and optimized.” Thor? “Your Meow Hammer bears the Word of Odin? It’s already overwritten… by me.” Avengers? Against my Mutant army, even Earth’s mightiest heroes tremble. Star-Lord of the Guardians of the Galaxy? “Kid, you’re cute. But you really can’t compete.”

Kyle’s last memory was scrolling through a fantasy novel in his dorm room. His next? Waking up naked in a strange forest with a mysterious System offering him 99 different classes. As kingdoms tremble and loyalties shatter, Kyle's empire grows in the shadows to take over the world. But power comes with peril: a hero hunts him, demons covet his skill, betrayals come to him from where he least expects and alliances are formed against him. Will Kyle crown himself king on the ruins of the controlled wills? Or will these wills become the chains that lead to his destruction? --- [Warning: Adult Content 18+] [Cold Genius Mc - Milfs - Netori (Mc steal women) - No NTR - No Yaoi - Harem - A lot of +18 scenes - Manipulation]

Hayel is a teenager living in a village called Mastaine. People living there don’t really like him. Maybe there is a good reason, but Hayel doesn’t really care. One night, after making one more bad choice, an incident happens that turns his life around. He gains an ability, but loses something else.

Book Description Clare has died twice within the walls of the Westwond estate. In two past lives, she devoted herself to a ruthless Duke whose dangerous obsession was never meant for her. Chasing him cost Clare everything-her dignity, her family, and ultimately, her life. Now granted a third chance, Clare chooses a different path. She will no longer pursue the Duke or remain bound to Westwond. This time, she intends to live for herself. But fate no longer follows what she remembers. The Duke behaves differently and events began to shift. And when Clare attempts to leave the estate, she is unexpectedly stopped. Denied freedom she never had to fight for before, Clare is forced to confront a truth more frightening than her past lives: fate itself has changed.

"This twisted world needs to be reset. That's what V2 is for!" ------------------------------------------------------------- Waking up only to find that she's reincarnated into a world very reminiscing of a game that she used to play, Yuki is suddenly thrust into a worldwide conflict. To ensure the longevity of her newfound motherland, Yuki will have no choice but to flip this war upside down. If only to finally has some closure for past life also. So buckle up, strap your helmet tight, and keep your rifle loaded and on safe. This is not your bog-standard story about overpowered characters on a battlefield, no. This is a story about warfare in all its bloodied glory, the leader that calls the shot, the soldiers that execute them, and the nation that's backing them up. And along the way, sprinkle those a healthy dose of beautiful maidens, lily/futa romances, and build a harem. This is not gonna be a quick and decisive run, no. We're in this one for the long haul. Hail, Ironblood! As of now, this story is available on Scribblehub, Patreon, Webnovel, and RoyalRoadl. Do note that I'm the actual author for this one. Send me power stones or better: Support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Heartbreak117