historical

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.

Her family was destroyed for treason they didn't commit. She survived, slipped back into the palace that took everything from her, and has been hiding in plain sight ever since waiting and collecting the proof that will restore her family's name. She had one rule: do not get noticed. She broke it and now she pours tea for the one prince she cannot afford to want, in a court full of people who would ruin her if they knew who she really was and the truth she's been chasing is far darker and far closer than she ever expected. A historical romance about a girl who hid in the palace to take it apart from the inside and the prince who saw through her before she was ready to be seen.

He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again

She died three times—and every time, because the war broke out. And then she's reborn on the most humiliating and painful day of her life: the day she's rejected by the love of her life. So on her fourth life, Seraphina does the unthinkable and heads straight to the source of the war: She marches into the Demon Lord’s castle… And proposes marriage! Now bound to the most dangerous man alive, she must stop a war that always happens— Before it kills her again.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

King Aedric Veyne built his throne on the ashes of witches. After magic killed his brother, he swore to wipe it from the world. Princess Maria of Sareen is sent north to marry him as a political sacrifice. Her duty is simple: secure his army, save her dying kingdom, and survive a husband known as the Iron Wolf. There is only one problem. She is the very thing he hunts. A Sunfire witch. If her secret is discovered, her wedding will become her execution. But the frozen king she feared is not the monster she expected... and the shadow bound to her magic would burn kingdoms to keep her alive. In a land where magic means death and mercy is treason, Maria must decide who she betrays first: her husband, her protector... or herself. Dark fantasy. Political tension. Forbidden power. Slow-burn danger.

In a city defined by its glittering boulevards and hushed galleries, two souls find themselves caught between the comfort of tradition and the fire of authentic creation. Parisian Canvas: A Painter's Love is a vibrant journey through 1880s Paris, where the scent of turpentine and the scratch of a pen weave a tale of artistic rebellion and profound connection. The Painter: Elise Fontaine, a solitary artist of the people, retreats to her Montmartre attic to capture the unvarnished truth of everyday life—from the stooped shoulders of a laundress to the weathered hands of a craftsman. The Writer: Henri, a quiet observer of the human condition, fills leather-bound notebooks with the whispered stories of the city, seeking the universal in the smallest intimate moments. The Conflict: As their intertwined destinies unfurl in bohemian cafés and sun-drenched studios, they must navigate the crushing weight of family expectations and a rigid art establishment that demands pretty illusions over raw truth. Faced with seductive offers that would compromise their souls for the sake of fame, Elise and Henri must decide if they have the courage to burn as brightly as they were meant to—together. Parisian Canvas: A Painter's Love is an evocative exploration of resilience, the beauty found in struggle, and the enduring power of love to shape the narrative of a city.

Born as the Crown Princess of the Yu Empire, Yu Shayue dedicated her youth to the strength and survival of her nation. She endured relentless discipline, mastered martial and strategic arts, and sacrificed every fragment of her innocence in service of her family. Yet, in return, she was met not with gratitude, but with betrayal, scorn, and abandonment by those she trusted most. Wronged by her own blood, Shayue casts aside her former loyalty and rises with unyielding determination, to reclaim what was always hers. Her path to power leads her to a perilous alliance: a political marriage to Lin Yechen, the ruthless Crown Prince of the Lin Empire, an empire long bound to hers by generations of hostility and war. Feared for his cold intellect and merciless rule, Lin Yechen is a man whose trust is as dangerous as his enmity. Their union is not one of affection, but of calculated intent,two formidable minds bound by ambition, secrets, and quiet vengeance. Within the treacherous court of the Lin Empire, where every smile conceals a scheme and every step may lead to ruin, Shayue must fight not only for survival, but for control over her fate. Yet, as time unfolds and truths begin to surface, the distance between hostility and understanding begins to blur. In the silence between battles and beneath layers of guarded hearts, something unexpected takes root. What begins as a union of necessity slowly transforms, where suspicion softens into trust, and rivalry gives way to a love neither of them ever sought… nor ever believed they deserved. Will Yu Shayue succeed in reclaiming her destiny without losing herself in the process? And when vengeance and love stand at odds, which path will she choose?

Transmigrated into the body of a historical noblewoman, Joan takes it upon herself to solve medieval mysteries in a world where plants have all kinds of strange abilities. She encounters many an interesting person during her adventures but none stump her more than Master Hecter Duval, a expert botanist who is as shy as he is clever. (Every Saturday)

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☺️

**Mature Content** Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Ewyndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

"The Red Moon Has Descended..." A notorious line used for only one person, Crimson Moon Waterfall, The high-end Prostitute who was known for his unparalleled beauty and his special dance form which was considered impossible to master. But that one night, when the same eyes which shine with childishness fixed up on an impossible Red moon. A fact becomes as clear as ice. Crown Prince Isaiah wants Crimson Moon Waterfall... But surely the free Moon doesn't want to be captured...

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.

One minute, I’m a 28-year-old basement dweller choking on a double-pepperoni pizza while watching questionable content. The next, I’m Lord Elaric Voss, the "heroic" master of Ravenhold—a crumbling pile of rocks in a kingdom where the economy is a literal joke. In the Kingdom of Aldoria, there are no dragons, no magic, and zero genius inventions. There’s just mud, leaky stone keeps, and a feudal tax system so brutal that peasants literally eat rocks to survive. My new "reward" is a keep with a 90% tax rate, a dungeon full of badgers, and a village of eighty people who smell like they’ve never heard of soap. In my old life, I was a sarcastic, unrepentant pervert. In this life? I’m the same guy, just with a permanent resting asshole face and a lot more authority. I have no master plan to revolutionize crop rotation. I don't care about kingdom-building or epic wars. My goals are simple: 1. Roast this medieval shithole until my modern brain stops hurting. 2. Avoid getting killed by my rich, pompous neighbors. 3. Build the ultimate harem of sweaty, hard-working maids. From "inspecting" laundry baskets for fabric quality to accidental "slips" during cold river baths, I’m going to be the most degenerate Lord this realm has ever seen. The King wants his grain, the Baron wants my head, and my steward is having a heart attack—but as long as the maids keep working up a sweat, I’m staying right here. Welcome to Ravenhold. Leave your dignity at the gate. I’ve already sniffed mine away. ________________________________________ What to Expect: • A Modern degenerate MC: No heroics, just sarcasm, luck, and zero shame. • Gritty Medieval Realism: Mud, smells, and a dogshit economy. • Comedy & Slapstick: High-stakes diplomatic insults and low-stakes horse-shit accidents. • Slow-Burn Harem: A focus on sensory details, sweat fetishes, and "inspections". • Zero Magic, Zero OP Powers: Just a modern man surviving through sheer audacity.

Seventeen-year-old Mateo Reyes has always trusted logic. Patterns make sense. History has answers. Mysteries can be solved. Until one leads straight to him. Hidden within the ancient walls of Intramuros, Mateo uncovers a relic known as the Sunstone—a forgotten artifact etched with Baybayin, tied to a past that was never meant to be remembered. What begins as a puzzle quickly becomes a journey across the Philippines, as Mateo and his fearless best friend Lila follow a trail of riddles buried in history itself. From the shadowed bells of Balangiga to the shifting rivers of Butuan and the sacred heights of the Cordillera, each clue reveals something impossible: The islands were never separate. They were part of a hidden network—built by ancient Filipinos to protect their identity before it could be erased. But someone else has been searching longer. A secret organization known as the Watchers will stop at nothing to claim the network and control the truth. And at their center is a man who doesn’t just want the past— He wants to decide who deserves it. As the puzzles grow more dangerous, Mateo realizes something even more unsettling: The clues aren’t guiding him. They’re judging him. Because this was never just a mystery. It was a test. And Mateo Reyes was chosen to take it. Now, with the final secret within reach and the Watchers closing in, Mateo must make a choice no logic can solve: Hide the truth. Control it. Or trust the world with it. Because in the end, history isn’t just something you discover— It’s something you prove you deserve.

Ragon, son of Zeus, was betrayed and slain before he could claim his divinity, but his soul was suspended between life and death Far below, in the mortal plane, King Alaric is murdered by his own people, his bloodline cursed to vanish from history. Both souls were meant to enter the realm of souls, yet they remained trapped between worlds. Little did anyone realize that, after years, the lifeless newborn drifting down a river was meant to change everything. Ragon’s spirit felt the irresistible pull toward the boy, as though destiny itself had called him.…only to discover the child already holds a soul; King Alaric’s lingering soul already clinging to him. Now, two souls are bound in one body. A fallen god seeking vengeance. A betrayed king seeking redemption. When the prison separating the four realms shattered in the first moments of the divine war, only the child of two fused souls could restore balance.

Roy found a strange an antique mirror in a shop and decided to bring it home as a souvenir. Upon placing the mirror in his apartment, he realized something strange happening to the mirror. What he did not realize was that the mirror was connected to a miniature, secluded land where tiny villagers lived. Then suddenly, the tiny village were attacked by mysterious soldiers. So he decided to intervene and went inside the strange antique mirror. However, upon manifesting, he ended up turning into a hundred meter tall God.

Before you stands Mr. Jorg von Roman: the architect of a new era for the German Wehrmacht, the mastermind behind Middle Eastern oil development, the venomous viper at the negotiating table, the leader of the En Marche! party, the scalpel that severed colonial empires, and the man destined to shape a thousand-year empire!