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In the glittering, high-stakes world of the London Season, Lady Amelia Ashbury is the ton's most exquisite contradiction. To the public, she is the perfect debutante-refined, compliant, and the last hope for her family's dwindling fortune. To herself, she is a woman yearning for a life where her value isn't measured in dowries and alliances. Sir Henry Sterling is the man every mother warns her daughter about. As the charming second son of a powerful Duke, he navigates the ballrooms with a smirk that suggests he knows everyone's secrets. But Henry hides a double life: by night, he is a radical pamphleteer whose sharp-tongued writings threaten the very aristocracy he belongs to.

Toya was a child of war. After losing his family to a corrupt lord’s brutal raid, he grows up among the survivors and forms a rebel group hidden deep within the forests. As their fame spreads and their attacks shake the region, Toya becomes the leader of a resistance feared by the empire. But when the lord sends his most dangerous samurai to hunt them down, Toya’s rebellion faces its greatest challenge. And even if he dies fighting for freedom… His story is far from over. Because a goddess has chosen his blade for another world.

Ronx gets taken out of his normal life and is forced to join the dangerous organization called "Undead Crow", Which is an organization that eliminates criminals with powerful abilities. The story is taken place in the Victorian era but still has modern stuff like guns or coffee shops.

Lord Jeremy Eden would rather read Machiavelli than court a lady. But when Miss Adelaide Darlington—an aspiring matchmaker—sets her sights on arranging his marriage, he may finally meet his match. Philosophies of Love Book #2

The kingdom of Eruasert was annihilated in an instant by a light that fell from the sky. Nakid, a young farmer, lost everything — including his adoptive mother, Leslie. He awakens in the Death Realm, reborn as a skeleton, and discovers a brutal world ruled by strength alone. At its peak reigns a cruel sovereign who promises a single way out: climb to the top and claim the vials capable of restoring the dead to life. But hope is short-lived. After his adoptive mother is executed once again in this new world, Nakid is left with nothing to lose. Rescued by a mysterious archer, he is dragged into a chaotic realm where survival is merely a means to an end — to bring his mother back from the dead, no matter the cost.

A K-pop trainee dies before his debut, only to wake in the body of a royal prince in the Noesoj Dynasty. His music enchants the people—but also catches the King’s attention. Forbidden melodies, political intrigue, and a court that’s ready to chew him up. Can a boy from the future survive the palace, steal hearts, and maybe even conquer the throne? No light sticks, no autotune—just silk robes, court rituals, and a monarchy that would rather silence him than hear him sing. A trainee from another world might just rewrite history… Author's Note: I am a ZEROSE.

Seo Jein was a perfectly normal 23-year-old man, he lived his life and was reading a novel called The Hope For A Better World (THFABW) since he was 17 years old and now, He is in this world and will change the destiny of this world.

I transmigrated and became Viserys Targaryen III, the King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Lu Ying(probably), who is just a 17 year old college student but little did he know that he was born incomplete because of his quest to fulfill the unfulfilled desires of his(?) past self... He starts his journey...He will slowly unfold the mysterious that are hidden deep in the time line and in the history....The forgotten Laws of world which converted to believes....and the reason of his revival, the deeper he Diggs, the deeper it gets...until, he found an untold story dusted in sand of a blood war.... Read more to find out... My first written story on webnovel so, Show me some support by commenting.. "the story is just frictional and have no relation with the real history..!" HOW TO READ : (.) indicates, someone's internal voice...(mostly MC's) *(.)* indicates ,that person internal voice.... Ex : shaan * hi ( they are staring)* , it is shaan internal voice. {.} a conversation without MC knowing (new) Not brackets, it is just the narration without anyone thinking it...

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.

Arjun Verma’s life changes overnight when a mysterious crystal pulls him into the Heaven Awaken World—a vast, dangerous realm where empires rise and fall. In a world where strength rules and strategy decides fate, Arjun begins his journey from an ordinary man to a ruler destined to forge an empire. Just tried to make an Indian version of The Lord's Empire. The complete plot is now Indian.

“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.

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.

"The masterminds are cooler than heroes," I mutter as I stare at the chess pieces before me. It is easier to be the one who sits in the shadows and moves the pieces, likewise deciding the flow of the game. Heroes will foolishly sacrifice their lives for the good cause and villains will sacrifice the world for their own gain, but masterminds will use both the heroes and villains to their own benefit. Why, you ask? Well, that's because I've lost my life once while trying to be a hero so, I don't want that anymore. I'd rather be a mastermind who molds the world as per my convenience and live peacefully. Because, why not? *** [Defender of Divine Glory says you are the hope of this world.] What? [Goddess of Wisdom believes that you will be the one to save the world.] Wait, what?! [Propose the Grand Duke the idea of a fake marriage.] And, why would I do that?! [Stop the assassination of Prince Eric.] Why would I save him?! [The candidates for the throne are:... Who will you choose?] Ah! I give up... It seems like a curse that anyone who wishes for a slacker life in Isekai will have to go through the most troublesome things. In my past life, I died because of one rookie mistake but after being transmigrated in the world of fantasy I've gotten an opportunity to start afresh, but unlike the protagonists who look for their love and glory, I'd rather make money and live a life of a slacker. I have magic, I have power and I have money, what else do I need? Well, that was the plan but this damn system is getting on my nerves. I mean who in their sane mind would want to mess with the complicated royal family and political affairs? But that's not all though. I've also become the saviour of this world. Things just can't be anymore worse! Besides, the penalty of failing this quest is... [Failure: Destruction of the World.] It seems like if I screw up in selecting the right person then the destruction that is going to befall the world won't be stopped. If I speak of my reward then it's this vague thing. [Reward: Fulfillment of any wish.] "If that's the case then, I'd rather choose the person who would be the best fit for the throne." And that's how I decided that I would become the Kingmaker.

**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.

In Asterwynd, every child is born with a Sigil that proves they carry a Gift, but it fully awakens only at sixteen during the Rite of Bloom. Until then, they train in controlled “Veilwork,” because half-awakened Gifts can misfire or be stolen. After the Rite, each new adult must serve the kingdom for three years. Viella Waverly has an unknown Sigil shaped like a stitched-shut eye, and she fears what she will become. During her Rite, the Bloomwell does not show her reflection—it shows the wrong stars, then reality itself splits like a door, revealing a shadow version of Asterwynd before snapping shut. A voice in her mind says she is finally “old enough to hold it.” The Crown hides what happened and keeps Viella under “protection,” which becomes a cage. She learns the truth: the Rule of Sixteen is a lock, meant to delay dangerous powers. Viella’s Gift is Riftweave—the ability to open and stitch boundaries between places, memories, and worlds. The shadow kingdom, Nhal, wants its door reopened, and every time Viella uses her power, an ancient presence inside her grows stronger, pushing her toward a choice that could save Asterywnd or break it.

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

"You completed the Consort Rite," the Demon Prince murmured, his gaze dark and terrifyingly devoted as he looked down at me. "I have waited twenty years for you." I stared at the stolen, two-tailed cat purring in my arms. Then I looked back at the most feared man in the empire...the exiled noble with cursed pink hair and a reputation for ruthless slaughter. Oh gods. He thinks I’m his fated wife. To save my dying sister, I did the unthinkable: I infiltrated the Northern Lord's estate to steal a handful of fur from his sacred spirit-cat. I just didn't expect the ancient, mischievous nekomata to adopt me on the spot, triggering a forgotten onmyodo magic that bound me to its terrifying master. Now, I'm trapped playing the role of the beloved Consort to the Demon Prince. He treats me with a fierce, absolute reverence that makes my heart pound, and I'm starting to realize the monsters in the Imperial Court are far more dangerous than the man I'm lying to. But what happens when the most powerful man in the empire discovers our marriage was built on a stolen cat?

Rudra Pratap died a broken man in 2026, sacrificed on the altar of corporate corruption. He wakes up with a second chance in the most volatile decade of Indian history: the 1970s. It is an age of suffocation—where the License Raj strangles innovation and the government controls the means of production. But Rudra has brought something back from the future. Possessing a mysterious System that allows him to import 21st-century blueprints and foresee geopolitical shifts, Rudra begins his ascent. While others fear the impending war, Rudra sees a supply chain opportunity. While others beg bureaucrats for permits, Rudra buys the bureau.He is no longer the victim. He is the predator. His goal is not just wealth. He aims to forge an industrial empire so vast that operates in the shadows of global finance while building the spine of Indian industry. Watch Rudra Pratap turn a dying textile mill into a global empire, one crisis at a time. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1970s timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy. © 2026 Inkstory. All rights reserved. This story is published exclusively on Webnovel,Royal Road and Scribble Hub. If you are reading this on a pirate site, please report it.

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☺️