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Lyra Vale was raised by rebels for one purpose: assassinate the king who destroyed her village. She fails. Captured inside the palace of Aetheris, Lyra expects execution but King Kael offers her something far more dangerous. A choice. Marry him… or die. Bound to the throne as a reluctant queen, Lyra is thrust into a court filled with power-hungry nobles, hidden enemies, and deadly conspiracies. Every step she takes is watched. Every mistake could cost her life. But the greatest threat is not the court. It is the king himself. Kael is not merely a ruler feared for his cruelty—he is bound to an ancient shadow curse that grants him immense power while slowly consuming him from within. A darkness that moves when it should not. A force that is beginning to break free. As the curse grows stronger and enemies close in from all sides, Lyra is forced into an impossible position. The rebels who raised her demand she complete her mission. The king she was meant to kill begins to trust her. And the truth behind her past starts to unravel. Because the night her village was destroyed… may not have been what she believed. Now caught between betrayal, survival, and a bond neither of them fully understands, Lyra must make a choice that will decide the fate of the kingdom. Kill the cursed king. Or become part of the darkness that threatens to consume them both.

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. With modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West. ---------------------- 150 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 100 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

Aveline who lost her parents, goes to stay with Lillen's (her adopted sister) family. Slowly she discovers her new family while constantly reminded of her parents during this phase she meets the one who stay by her side - Carl who is a gardener

Some children are born into love. Taehyung was born into fire. Cursed before his first breath by a deity who confused grief with justice, Prince Taehyung enters a world that cannot hold him literally. His flames burn too hot for anyone to touch. His father refuses to claim him. The court calls him a demon. And the only person who has ever walked into his burning chambers without flinching is Aera, a divine child with frost in her veins and a destiny chained to his whether she chose it or not. She didn't choose it. But she stays anyway. He Who Burns Against Fate is the story of a boy the kingdom tried to discard and the impossible lengths he goes to prove it wrong. Stripped of the crown he was born to, Taehyung carves a different path, the Sword of the Kingdom, a title buried for generations, revived by a prince with nothing left to lose and everything left to prove. He fights wars his brother sends him to die in. He bleeds for a kingdom that never once bled for him. And through it all, Aera walks beside him, cooling his flames when they turn on him, giving him pieces of herself she will never get back, loving him in the only language she knows: silent, total, and unreturned. Taehyung sees her as his closest companion. His family. The one constant in a life built on abandonment. He never sees her the way she sees him. But the heavens have always known how this ends. The curse in his blood was never truly suppressed, only delayed. And when it finally comes to collect what was always owed, not even the Sword of the Kingdom can fight his way free of fate. What follows is not a love story. It is something more devastating than that, a story about what people do when the ones they cannot live without are taken anyway. About brotherhood forged in fire and politics. About a deity who spent her entire existence giving pieces of herself away, until the day she had only one piece left and chose to spend it on a dead man. Heaven wrote his ending before he was born. Aera intends to rewrite it.

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. --------------------------------------------------------

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. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

"Before the crosshairs, all men are equal." In 1939, a modern youth named Walter is transmigrated to the Finnish front lines, beginning his journey in the "Hell Mode" of the Winter War. To survive beneath the crushing steel torrent of the Red Army, he transforms into the "Butcher of the Snowy Night," fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the legendary sniper Simo Häyhä. From the frozen forests of Karelia to the vengeful counter-offensives launched with German support, and eventually deep into the purgatory of the Eastern Front within the Soviet heartland, his journey is one of blood and iron. On the long trek from Ladoga to Stalingrad, his former conscience is forged by the fires of war into cold, ruthless instinct. This is the story of how an ordinary man evolves step-by-step into a pinnacle predator, carving his legend into the most brutal permafrost of World War II.

Because of an accident, she discovered that she had been reincarnated inside a webcomic. Not as an extra or the heroine, but as a villainess destined to be killed by her fiancé, the male lead of the story. Determined to change her fate, she decided to destroy the happy ending meant for the two protagonists and claim that happy ending for herself.

Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

The fjord lay calm, its surface like polished glass, reflecting the leaden clouds hanging in the sky. Flocks of ravens circled back and forth, heralding the bitter northern winds soon to sweep southward. This was the very first scene the protagonist beheld after traveling through time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He had become nothing more than an ordinary self-sufficient farmer, with only a barren, desolate wheat field to his name. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust. The world lay shattered, kings waged endless wars against one another, and in this turbulent, dark Middle Ages, his first task was simply to survive—then, somehow, to find a way to end the chaos… .......... HeadOver to my patreon for 75+ advanced chapters: patreon.com/YonkoSlayer

The sickly heiress of the Rashet Clan died. Then her ghost watched the man she loved burn the empire down. Her family. Her servants. The emperor. Everyone. Now she's awake. The day before her murder. Her tea is poisoned. Her brother is still alive. And the man who would become a tyrant is coming to her manor tomorrow. He doesn't know she saw what he becomes. He just takes her wrist. Checks her pulse. And whispers— "You've become a liar, Nyasia." They say the Grand Duke of Varyn wants a wife. They say the emperor wants him to marry a princess. But Nyasia knows what he really wants. And this time, she's not dying before she gets what she wants too. ... Completely free. No paywalls. Ever.

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

I was just trying to survive another night shift. Then I saved a man who shouldn't exist. Marcus is a Roman general—wounded, dangerous, and impossibly out of time. One moment, he belonged to an empire that ruled the world. The next, he was in mine… with enemies that refused to stay buried in the past. Now we’re running. From the police. From my ex, who won’t stop hunting us. From a truth that’s starting to unravel everything I thought I knew about myself. Because the longer Marcus stays, the more impossible things become. He speaks of honor like it’s law. Looks at me like I already belong to him. And protects me like I’m something worth going to war for. I keep telling myself he’s just my patient, that I'm merely helping him. But patients don’t kiss you like it’s a vow. They don’t risk everything to stay by your side. And they definitely don’t make you question where—and when—you truly belong. Because if Marcus is right… Then helping him return to his world might not just mean losing him— It might mean losing myself with him.

Noel... Hollywood's beloved A-list darling... has two secrets: 1. He's gay. 2. He plans to retire after his final film and finally live openly for the first time in his life. But fate has never liked him. During the final scene of his tragic romance movie, the heroine is supposed to pretend to stab him. Instead... she grabs the wrong knife. A real one. Thanks to that, Noel dies on set. And wakes up inside the very movie he was filming. Now reborn as Noel Hartwell, the spoiled youngest son of a wealthy noble family in a European-styled 1900s world, he quickly realises two things: One: He is engaged to Evelina... the same obsessive heroine who murdered him, the male lead, in the film. Two: He absolutely refuses to die for romance a second time. Breaking the engagement should solve everything... except his new family won't allow it, Evelina falls even more violently in love with him, and the scripts of both fate and insanity seem determined to drag him to the same bloody ending. And then there are the men. THE MEN!!! Noel just wanted a calm retirement. A peaceful life. Maybe even a normal romantic relationship with a man... something he was never brave enough to pursue before in his original life. Instead, he gets a death flag... infested engagement, four dangerously attractive men circling him for reasons he does NOT understand, and a story that keeps twisting the harder he tries to escape it. He refuses to die like the original male lead. He refuses to follow the script. And he definitely refuses to fall in love with anyone who could stab him in the future. This time, Gay Romeo isn't dying for anybody. Not the heroine. Not fate. And especially not for some brooding hot guys with unfair shoulders and massive weapons of destruction under their zippers But he might accidentally seduce half the cast while trying not to.

“It all began with him… and it will end with her beside him” Lord Diatrus is an immortal catastrophe;a being forged from darkness, wrath, and destruction. Feared across the empire, whispered about in trembling voices, he is said to possess the powers of a witch, a wolf, a vampire, a sorcerer… and something far worse. He doesn't feel,He doesn't love,He doesn't spare,His only desire is chaos. But on the night he slaughtered a defiant shaman, she uttered a prophecy that shook even the heavens. “Oh Lord Diatrus… a being will be born… a mere human who will become the weakness beneath your ribs… and the ruin of your soul…”Her head fell before she could finish. Years passed,empires were burned,blood flooded through kingdoms in search of the prophetic being,Yet the words lingered. And then… finally she was found.The human from the prophecy.Brought before him in chains, trembling and fragile… She's mortal.But when Lord Diatrus tried to kill her,He couldn’t. For the first time in his immortal existence… his power failed. Has the indestructible destructor finally met his end?Or is she not his destruction?

In the Kingdom of Eskard Her father, a tyrant, slaughtered her mother’s entire family before her eyes because of his forbidden love for the maid Louisa, who had fled to hide her pregnancy with the tyrant king’s childIrene. Irene was not spared out of mercy; she was a valuable political pawn, a chess piece her father would one day use to reclaim lands in the neighboring kingdom of Valerian and execute his dark schemes. This is why he married her to General Lucas, the cold prince who ignored her, yet remained bound to a love from his past. For Irene, this marriage was her “golden opportunity.” While her father believed he controlled her, she secretly plotted to use her new freedom in the prince’s palace to dismantle his throne and avenge the blood of her mother and family. But will Irene turn her hidden secret into a reality that can topple a tyrant?

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

Emperor Kassian is not a man; he is a nightmare fueled by fire. Cursed by the "Eternal Ember," his blood boils with a scorching heat that drives him to madness. To keep his sanity, he slaughters. To cool his burning veins, he destroys. For years, the Red Tyrant hasn't slept a single night, his mind teetering on the edge of total collapse. Vera is a street-smart thief who knows only one rule: steal to survive. When she breaks into the Imperial Palace, she expects to leave with a bag full of gold. Instead, she stumbles into the Emperor’s forbidden chamber and finds herself face-to-face with the monster himself. But just as death seems inevitable, a single drop of Vera’s blood falls, and the impossible happens. The scent of her blood doesn't drive him to kill; it calms him. Her touch doesn't burn; it freezes. Due to a mysterious artifact she swallowed as a child, Vera is the only living antidote to Kassian’s curse. For the first time, the Tyrant sleeps—but only if she is in his arms. Now, Vera is no longer a thief but a prisoner in the Emperor’s bed. She is his medicine, his obsession, and his only lifeline. Trapped in a palace full of enemies who want her dead and a monster who craves her very essence, Vera must find a way to escape. But as Kassian’s hunger turns from blood to desire, she realizes that the safest place in the kingdom might be the most dangerous place of all: the Tyrant's embrace.