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Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction in which the German nation is headed just as he is killed in a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

Sold into Peony Pavilion, Shen Yuening survives by turning secrets into currency and pain into power. But when a ruthless imperial enforcer discovers her hidden ledger of sins, their dangerous alliance ignites a romance that could either crown her… or bury her alive. A transmigration palace-romance with a self-made FL who rises from a sold girl to the Queen of Peony Pavilion, using a forbidden Ledger of Sins to control Jinling’s politics. The ML is a cold, high-ranking enforcer who can destroy her with one order—yet becomes obsessed with her mind and the way she refuses to be owned. Fast pacing, constant cliffhangers, court intrigue, assassination threats, and slow-burn romance built on power struggle and mutual obsession. On her first night in Peony Pavilion, Yuening witnesses a noble client die in her room—and to survive, she steals a secret ledger that makes her the most hunted woman in Jinling. She needs his protection to stay alive, but he needs her obedience to control the city—and the more he tries to cage her, the more she makes him want to kneel. They sold her to Peony Pavilion to break her. Instead, she learned how to break back—using secrets, poison, and smiles sharp enough to cut throats. Now the empire’s coldest enforcer wants her under his control… but the more he tries to own her, the more she turns him into her weapon.

The Eternal City is no longer built on seven hills, but on thousands of steam pipes and buried secrets. The year is 1000 AD. The New Roman Empire has reached the zenith of human civilization. Under the reign of Emperor Aurelius II, Rome has transformed into a global steam-powered metropolis where Navis Aeria airships rule the skies and Via Ferrea iron trains connect the continents. Pax Romana is no longer just a history but an enduring prosperity. However, this peace is merely a thin layer of paint over a cracking machine. A secret message via pneumatic telegraph reaches the palace stating that the Province of Iberia has exploded in rebellion. For the Senate, this might be a common peasant riot, but for Aurelius II, there is a terror he cannot explain. The Emperor is forced to leave the throne to lead his legions to the front lines, leaving a restless Rome under the responsibility of his son, Romulus III. Amidst the political tension, the court historian Aelius Tacitus and his student, Cassian, discover that this rebellion is not just a fight for territory. There is a mysterious technology used by the rebels that should not exist and an ancient symbol appearing on city walls. While tasked with finding a worthy empress for Romulus III, Aelius begins to realize that what he wrote about the bloody history of Romulus I in 476 AD was not just the past. It was a warning of a storm heading toward Rome. Civil war is lurking. Secrets of hundreds of years are waiting to explode. And when Brass meets Blood, Romulus III must prove if he is strong enough to hold the crown that has burdened his ancestors for five centuries. One empire built on steam. One secret buried in history. One rebellion that will change everything. Note: This story is a sequel or a continuation of the era from the book: When Rome Stood Firm.

With an entwined fate, Ajab has to make a choice. But does fate belong in the hands of the Prince? Are the firmaments his for the splitting? Can he save his heart or dive head face into his death? Maybe sometimess doing nothing is our most vicious fight. At the end, the pen determines the way the ink flows, so who cares if it's death or fate, or even the firmaments, just leave it to the Author.

In a forgotten village where ancient rituals still breathe beneath the soil, a young girl is born with a rare and feared gift—the ability to see, summon, and speak to souls. In her family, this power appears once in every generation, passed down like a secret curse. She knows the rules of the soul world well: summon carefully, release quickly, and never let a soul stay too long inside a living body. But when her brother dies suddenly, grief shatters discipline. Desperate to see him one last time, she performs a forbidden ritual to summon his soul from the soul world. The ritual fails. Instead, she calls forth a powerful and unfamiliar presence—the soul of an ancient king who ruled the land a hundred years ago and died in a brutal war. The king’s soul is proud, commanding, and unwilling to obey. Bound by the laws of the soul world, he can walk freely only at night. By day, he must reside in a human body—or vanish forever. Left with no choice, the girl becomes his vessel. As days pass, the village begins to change. The girl grows weaker, haunted by whispers and strange visions. The king, feeling life again after a century of death, begins to question his past, his crown, and the fate that bound him to war. Between shared memories and silent nights, an impossible bond begins to form—one that defies the laws of both worlds. Now bound by love and threatened by destiny, the girl must face a choice that could alter both worlds forever, while the king must decide whether holding on is worth the cost of her life. "The prince in my vein" is a haunting tale of forbidden love, ancient curses, and secrets buried between life and death—where every ritual has a consequence, and some love stories are never meant to end in the world of the living.

The novel was clear. The villain deserved his death. A feared kingdom captured the heirs of rival nations, breaking their future rebellions by chaining their princes and princesses as slaves. Among them was the protagonist, Riven Solcaire....humiliated, beaten, and stripped of dignity by the villain crown prince, Maelis Ravencourt, while his destined bride, Seraphine Valoire, stood untouched by the cruelty of that fate. Love bloomed in blood. Revenge followed. But the story restarts when Maelis awakens years before the downfall, inside the young body of the villain himself. The slave prince, Riven Solcaire, kneels at his feet, brush trembling in small hands, eyes lowered-but hatred already burns beneath the surface. If Maelis follows the script, he will die. If he changes it, he may create something far worse than the novel's ending. Because saving the protagonist might not save himself. And mercy might be remembered... or resented.

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

magic , technology, strength, all these are tools for the development of mankind. Cassian Ainsworth was here to show the lead this world into an era of a new civilization.

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.

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.”

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

In the world of Erdveil, humanity survives by obeying the Sky. Questions are forbidden. Knowledge is controlled. Cities are built low, traditions unchanging, and memory itself is treated as sin. When the Sky sends omens of ash, people kneel—not to gods, but to fear. Ryuuji Valis, known simply as Ryu, has lived his entire life beneath these rules. The son of a man executed for asking the wrong question, Ryu learns early that silence is safety. But when a Sky Omen tears open the eastern wall of his city, he discovers a buried truth—one the world was never meant to remember. The Sky is not divine. It is a system. Marked as a “Rememberer,” Ryu becomes a living threat to the fragile order holding Erdveil together. Hunted by those sworn to protect humanity and feared by the very people he wishes to save, he is forced to flee beyond the borders of the known world—where different nations worship the Sky in different ways, and some profit from its cruelty. As forgotten history resurfaces and belief systems collide, Ryu must confront an impossible choice: preserve a lie that keeps humanity alive, or destroy it and face what comes after. Because in Erdveil, truth is not freedom. It is catastrophe.

In Illuminés, the City of a Thousand Lights, power belongs to alphas and obedience is carved into the bones of omegas. Soren was supposed to be safe a beta, invisible, untouchable. But fate branded him with the rarest mark: an Omega Dominant, a living anomaly whose beauty could ignite wars and whose scent could bend kings to their knees. He hides behind layers of powder and lies, serving in the Palace of Golden Ashes where predators roam and secrets bleed through gilded walls. Every breath is a gamble, every glance a blade. Because if they discover what he is, he won’t just lose his freedom he’ll lose himself. And when the Alpha of Alphas turns his gaze toward him, survival becomes a dangerous game of desire and power. PS: It my first tentative to write a novel so it will not be perfect but I will still try enjoy☺️

Elara has it all: a doting husband, a beautiful daughter, and a life of luxury free from worries. From the outside, her existence is flawless—like a pristine string of pearls. A beautiful gilded cage. But the foundation of her perfect life shatters at a charity gala. There, she comes face to face with Kael, her passionate ex-lover from the past who left an unfinished story between them. Their reunion is fraught with awkwardness and unspoken tension. They are both married, building an invisible wall between them. Yet, the real shock comes when David, Elara's husband, arrives to pick her up. And the loyal man waiting for her at home is, in fact, Kael's best friend. Kael has known all along. He knew Elara was his best friend's wife. And Elara realizes she never truly forgot the man from her past. With fate orchestrating more chance encounters, their forbidden connection becomes inevitable. Every meeting is a whisper from the past, a temptation of a life she could have had. Standing at the crossroads of duty and desire, of a safe life and an intoxicating love, what choice will Elara make? Will she remain in her comfortable gilded cage, or will she find the courage to pick up the shattered pieces of her life and chase her true happiness? A steamy, emotional forbidden romance about second chances, secrets, and the courage to choose yourself.

Napoleon Bonaparte shaped Europe with wars, treaties, and new laws. His name filled maps, thrones, and textbooks. His son had none of that. Born in a palace, raised behind guarded walls, he never commanded armies or held power. He lived under supervision, watched by diplomats, used as a symbol, forgotten by history. The father became an emperor. The son became a rumor. A modern engineer opens his eyes in a dim royal nursery in 1811 Paris. Turns out, he was reincarnated as Napoleon the Second. And he knew the fate of the child of Napoleon, about his short-lived life, or if there was a life for him at all. Refusing this fate, he would alter the course of history using his modern knowledge in history, politics, and science.

Colette thought she had been given a second chance. The world of this game is familiar; structured, predictable, governed by invisible mechanics that reward the right choices and punish the wrong ones. She knows how stories like this are supposed to go. But the world begins to fail her. Another player moves through it differently, pushing back against the system’s logic entirely. Where one follows scripts, the other breaks them. Where one believes in progression, the other believes in survival. As the rules distort and consequences deepen, it becomes clear that this world is not interested in fairness. Because this game was never designed to be fair, and it was never meant to be won. All that matters is who gets to choose the ending.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

It was prophesied that Queen Qara would give birth to a prince destined to be the next ruler of the kingdom of Hmagol, replacing the crippled crown prince. Fate twisted, and Queen Qara gave birth to Princess Chinua, giving the eldest son of the king's concubine a chance to inherit the throne. As the legs of the crippled crown prince of the Kingdom of Hmagol, Chinua and eight of her most trusted subordinates traveled across the Kingdom of  Hmagol to restore peace and stability to the citizens of Hmagol. The invasion by Zasra Kingdom compelled Chinua and her loyal companions into battle, and forever altering the course of her life.

In a reality full of harmonious magic, rising tides, and sudden encounters with false prophets and dead deities, a young gaunt man has decided to isolate himself from all the chaos... and go fishing, of course. However, one can't truly keep themselves free from the tides of fate, as a sudden encounter with a monster and a crass thunder-manipulating lady thrusted him back into the chorus of the world. Pulled in by the currents, he's dragged into thrilling encounters that challenge his morals and trauma, steeling him to bear the truths of this world.

The legitimate daughter of the Duke Mansion, Shen Ruoxi, married into the General Mansion, spending two years alone in an empty room. She devoted herself to serving her in-laws and supporting the household. However, her husband returned triumphant, bringing back a pregnant woman, and even promised to marry her openly as a secondary wife! Fine, she had long had enough of being the General's wife; there was nothing to linger for. A divorce letter cut things cleanly. Upon meeting again, she had already become the army's renowned miracle doctor. Why does the heartless man now look regretfully abandoned? Staring at her stunningly beautiful face, his eyes reddened. The jealous and furious Prince Zhan, embarrassed by his anger, said, "General Xiao, Ruoxi is now this prince's princess consort. If you wish to die, this prince will grant you that wish."