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"You are not the woman you used to be" he grips her chin, eyes dark and unreadable. "And you " she smirked "exactly the obstacle I plan to destroy". "Try" he whispers, stepping closer "and I will never let you go". ...................... She was once the demon queen, feared by gods and immortals until betrayal ended her life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in the body of the most pathetic woman in the empire: the Fallen Empress, framed, humiliated thrown aside like trash. A perfect identity to hide behind and a perfect place to start her revenge. The palace that once watched her suffer now trembles as she rises. She gives Poisonous smiles. She has Cold elegance and A heart darker than night. She looks at her reflection and whisper: "If they wanted a villainess, I will show them a true one". But just as she begins her silent destruction, someone steps into her path - The Prince Regent, Emperor's half brother. Cold, Ruthless and Untouchable. A man even the imperial court fear, yet strangely he obsessed with the new fire in her eyes. As old conspiracies twist around them and ancient power awaken inside her. She walks path filled with blood, secrets, and revenge. But the prince regent refuses to let her walk it alone. Enemies fall. Loyalties break. Two monsters rise in imperial court- one reborn for revenge, other obsessed beyond reason. The Demon Queen has return and this time, the world will kneel.

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets. Caught between the campus bad boy who protects her, the golden boy who regrets losing her, and the crown prince who becomes suspiciously attached to “Elliot,” she must hide the one thing that could expose her: she’s an Omega who doesn’t belong. Inside the Academy lies the truth behind Elliot’s disappearance—and the reason she might never make it out alive.

1940. The Hanseatic Empire stands as one of the world's great powers, ruling its vast continent in the South Atlantic, they were determined to remain neutral as Europe descends into war. But neutrality offers no protection from matters of the heart. Captain Kylian von Reichsgraf has been raised for duty, ten centuries of family tradition have prepared him for diplomacy, protocol, and service to the crown. Nothing has prepared him for Princess Changning. Sent to observe a crumbling Chinese dynasty's last desperate alliance with Japan, Kylian finds himself seated beside an imperial princess at a wedding meant to save her nation. In stolen conversations across impossible divides of culture and rank, he discovers something his training never anticipated: a woman whose intelligence matches her grace, whose convictions challenge his own, and whose very presence unravels everything he thought he understood about duty and desire. But while Kylian wages his silent war between honor and longing, the world erupts into open conflict. His closest friend, Wolfgang von Witzland, trades youthful idealism for cold vengeance, learning too late that righteous rage and monstrous cruelty can wear the same face. Meanwhile, Wolfgang's cousin, Elke von Witzland, a prodigy of the Hanseatic Navy Air Corps, climbs into the cockpit, seeing the coming firestorm not as a damnation, but as her divine right—a stage for the glory she believes is hers to claim. In a world where duty, honor, and hierarchy are paramount, love becomes the most dangerous battlefield of all. Update: 2 Chapters a week.

When Dr. Lin, a modern trauma surgeon, races out in the middle of the night for an emergency operation, he expects another life-or-death battle in the operating room. He doesn’t expect to die on the highway... Waking up in the war-torn Song Dynasty, he finds himself armed with an enigmatic medical system but condemned as a criminal. Forced to serve on the brutal campaign against the Jin, he must use his knowledge to survive and rise to the top, in a place where his scapels are as vital as swords.

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.

"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.

Prologue — Zoya Velisar Married to Count Jaffery Velisar, she believed that even if love did not grow between them, at least respect would. But respect was the first thing Jaffery threw away. One night, he made a demand that shattered Zoya’s world. “Zoya, I need an heir. You only have to spend one night with my friend.” She thought he was drunk. Delusional. No husband could ask his wife that. But Jaffery was terrified of the world discovering the truth—that he was incapable of fathering a child. And to protect his pride, he was willing to sacrifice her dignity. Broken, and pressured until she could no longer fight, Zoya gave in. She spent one night with a stranger… and a few weeks later, she realized she was pregnant. She thought Jaffery would finally smile. But the moment she shared the news, his face twisted with rage. “This child isn’t mine. How dare you lie to me? How dare you get pregnant by another man?” The same man who forced her into the act now accused her of betrayal. The same husband who begged her for a child now called her unfaithful. In a single night, Zoya lost everything—her home, her wealth, her status. Alone and pregnant, she wandered the streets for days, broken and starving, clutching her stomach and whispering apologies to the tiny life inside her. She wanted to give up. She wanted to end her life. But the fragile heartbeat she carried kept her alive. A year passed. She gave birth to a beautiful son—a child with the eyes of a man she didn’t know. A child who deserved a future better than the streets. When her son turned two months old, Zoya made a decision. That she would search for the real father—the stranger from that night. Not for herself, but for her baby. she made a decision to leave the child with his father because Zoya had nothing left to give him. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t know his face. She didn’t even know where to begin. And that's how Zoya’s journey begins to find the father of her son.

Dr. Laurine Samaniego, a young genius doctor known for her brilliance and compassion, thought her story had ended when her plane went down in flames. But when she opens her eyes again, she’s not in a hospital—she’s in a lavish, baroque-style palace straight out of a fantasy novel she once read. A maid rushes in, tears of relief in her eyes. “Princess Amethyst! You’re awake!” Wait—Princess Amethyst? As in the tragic princess from that old romance book who dies before the story even begins?! Now trapped in the body of Princess Amethyst Celestria Rosaire IV, the doomed royal from fiction, the young doctor must use her modern medical knowledge—and her quick wit—to survive royal intrigue, heal a kingdom cursed by disease, and rewrite the fate of the story itself. But when she catches the eye of the very duke who was destined to betray her… she realizes that love might be the hardest diagnosis of all.

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

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!

Princess Elara has lived her entire life as a pawn in her father's game of power. She's never chosen her own dress, her own words, or her own path. And now, she cannot choose her own husband. The King has arranged her marriage to Prince Kael of Shadowmere, a kingdom wrapped in mystery, ruled by a family touched by ancient magic. They say Prince Kael is cursed. They say his shadow moves on its own. They say anyone who gets too close to him... disappears. But Elara soon discovers that rumors are only half-truths, and the darkness surrounding her new husband might be the least dangerous thing in her new home. Because Shadowmere holds secrets, secrets that could swallow kingdoms whole. And Elara, the forgotten princess who was never supposed to matter, might be the only one who can bring them to light. Or be consumed by them. In a world where power is everything and love is a luxury, can a caged princess and a cursed prince find freedom in each other? Or will the shadows claim them both?

A cosmic court has condemned humanity. Seven immortal witnesses return to the dawn of civilization to prove — or disprove — its worth. Most fall. Power twists them into tyrants, idols, and architects of sterile utopias. Only one chooses another path. Across centuries, Enki walks among mortals unseen, planting knowledge instead of monuments, nurturing fragile lives instead of controlling them. He learns that meaning is not found in eternal empires, but in fleeting acts of grace — a hand lifted from mud, a garden built from flood-ruins, a child taught to listen to water. His defense is not glory. It is tenderness. It is persistence. It is humanity’s quiet refusal to stop loving, even knowing all things end. A mythic tale about time, loss, and choosing to build anyway. [Beneath the myth and the science fiction lies a simple, stubborn claim: this is not just a story. Enki was born in 2850 BC and has been carrying the memory ever since. The names are changed, the years shifted, the moons given new orbits, yet the resurrection happened, the desert temptation was real, the stone rolled away, and the Judge has been reigning ever since. Everything else — the Scrapbook, the 0.3%, the blind spot in the machine — is simply the record of those who kept looking up while the world looked down. Most have forgotten there is a sky vaster than any mind can hold, that Earth is a gift, not a possession, that God drew no borders and the birds still fly free without passports. Read it as fiction if you like. Some books are written so the truth can reach the few who still have ears to hear. This is one of them.] 2025 Mark Casa Nova (Original) You may share, translate, adapt, illustrate, animate, film, or perform this work freely — even commercially — on one unbreakable condition: Do not change the lesson. The resurrection happened. The stone was rolled away. Grace is real, borders are not, and the birds still fly free. Everything else — style, medium, language — is yours to play with. The core is not. That’s all I ask. [Mark K. Carlos]

After being killed by the person I trusted the most I came back. From the moment, I realized that I had only one goal, That was revenge! I thought that it would be piece of cake but I was wrong! This world had other plans for me! I don't need family and affection so why was i being loved by everyone?! "Rhea, do you want pink dress or blue dress for your birthday?", my teacher asked. "Skip your job and take a walk with me in the garden", The duchess ordered. "Can you be my sister?!", the young lady of duchy exclaimed. This is too difficult since I have to protect them in my road of revenge! But I never realized that I will be embraced by more dark secrets. "Rhea, You came from the future right?", The hooded man declared the truth I already know but how was he aware of this? "Rhea, you know nothing and its better if you stay in dark!" "Rhea, the reason you were abandoned was because...."

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

Lin Yue was abruptly thrown into a world of cultivation. Surrounded by powerful races hungry for domination, she had to merge her modern knowledge with ancient arts while uncovering the reason she was dragged into this world in the first place. Rebirth? Transmigration? Crossing dimensions?People usually get a fresh body for that. So why was she tossed in with her original one? Adjusting to a new world? Easy. If this world didn’t give her a path, then she’d create one herself. She wasn’t “chosen”. She was discarded into hell. Which was fine… because hell would learn to fear her. She didn’t have a golden finger either. But in this cultivation world, she’d forge her own. “Never settle for one answer. The more you learn, the stronger you become.” That was her principle. Besides, a little distraction wouldn’t hurt. And this person she “picked up”… was kind of adorable.

Can I twist my own fate? Can I avoid my own death? Even the Goddess is trying to make my death come true with her paragon...I will do the opposite of the book of my own fate, and not give any care about the events of the novel, what will go wrong about that? What will go wrong with doing what you want to be? But...in the book, I am being called as "Villainess.".

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.

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.

◆Loosely based on the history of Song Dynasty, To Rule in a Turbulent World tells the story of You Miao—the dandy son of a merchant who climbed his way to the very top from rock bottom. We witness the history of a nation, from prosperity to decline, to a new order. ◆Peace, war, internal strife; You Miao has lived through it all—but not without his loyal Quanrong slave-turned-husband, Li Zhifeng. Theirs is a story of undying devotion that combats racial boundaries in a time when the ethnic tribes of the north clashed with the Han empire. Together, they ruled the world! (Behind the scenes, of course.) ◆As friends, as foes, as friends turned foes and foes turned friends, the epic continues its song, and the most beautiful moonlight of the great desert is yet to come... Purchase Our Physical Books: https://vialactea.ca/collections/english-edition/products/in-stock-to-rule-in-a-turbulent-world-english-edition-vol-1 Chinese Edition: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3021665 Ebook Version: https://www.amazon.ca/Rule-Turbulent-World-Vol-1-English-ebook/dp/B0CLL1QLXW Follow us on: X (Twitter): https://x.com/ViaLactea_press Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vialactea_press/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Vialactea.publishing Weibo: https://weibo.com/u/7278978093

Prequel to My Soul card is a Reaper **** 100,000 years before the events of MSCR, before the hidden clans even existed, three incredible children were born to Duke Aurelius Garcia, a noble who served in King Arthur's Camelot. These three siblings were triplets, but their lives couldn't have been more different. Azrael Orkney Garcia, the youngest triplet, and his sister Eon have always been outsiders in their own home. While their eldest brother Raphael got all their father's love and attention, Azrael and Eon were pushed aside. All they wanted was simple: either get their father and all relatives to love them like they loved Raphael or find a way to leave their father's control behind. But life had bigger plans for these two inseparable siblings. Strange events begin to unfold, pulling Azrael and Eon into dangers they never asked for. This story shows how two siblings went from wanting freedom and peace to challenging the very gods who ruled their universe, setting up events that would echo through thousands of years to come.