historical

"what burns is not always lost, sometimes— remember..."

In a world where humans live under the rule of vampires, the creatures of the night sit at the top of the hierarchy while humans are hunted, enslaved, or used for their blood. Eudora, one of the few humans hiding in the shadows, is captured and thrown into a vampire prison. Her life changes forever when she is claimed by Prince William, a powerful and dangerous vampire. But will this fateful bond be her salvation, or her doom?

In a world where humans are caught between rival civilizations, one man rises to power not as a hero, but as a force of ruthless conviction. Aurelian Kael Vorthane, called monster by some and savior by others, leads the most formidable human army ever seen, waging a merciless war against the goblins who have long enslaved and oppressed humanity. His speeches stir both fear and loyalty; his victories bring liberation at a staggering cost. Slavery, sacrifice, and death pave his path, and while humans cheer, others recoil in horror. Driven by hatred, conviction, and the belief that survival justifies any act, Aurelian will carry the weight of history’s judgment alone. In a world where morality is blurred, the price of freedom may be the very soul of humanity itself.

History never runs straight. It detours. I am Sloane Sterling, historian and detective, suddenly ripped from my time and thrown into centuries I never lived. I thought I could bend history toward equality, toward peace, but the world I step into is cruel, full of lies, ambition, and the weight of choices that punish the heart. As I fight, I meet people who shape me, and one who comforts me in ways I cannot name, Dannyal. In a world where attachment is dangerous, his presence is both a shield and a temptation. Yet love is not free from fate. The true path, I learn, is hidden in seventy-eight fragments of power, held by those whose hearts mirror the cards they possess. Some will guide me. Some will deceive. Each fragment shapes me, strengthens me, body and soul but none comes without cost. To claim them is to survive. To survive is to risk losing everything, including myself. And when the final fragment awaits, the card that could return me to my time, I may find that the greatest battle is not against the world, but against what I have become, and what I love. Because some tarots do not bless. They possess. History bends. And so will I. But the deeper I go, the harder it becomes to tell whether I am changing history...or being rewritten by it.

Not every meeting happens in the living world. Before their bodies were exchanged, Ruqayyah and Aisha met in a white, silent space— a place where words were unnecessary, and understanding came without explanation. There, a book was placed before them. It did not tell the future. It only showed that every life has a limit. When Ruqayyah opened her eyes, she was no longer in the 21st century. She had become Aisha binti al-Fadl, the daughter of a powerful vizier of the Abbasid Dynasty— a world of knowledge, politics, and hidden danger. At the same time, Aisha awakened in the modern era, a world without servants, rules, or walls separating what was permitted and forbidden. Freedom, she learned, could be just as frightening. They were given time. But they were never promised an ending. As history continued to move forward, their lives became only small threads within a much larger design. And when one story slowly reached its turning point, another began. Across the great Islamic dynasties that followed, one bloodline would be called again and again— not to change history, not to save the world, but to face the same question in different eras. If your life is only one chapter in a book you cannot finish, what choice will you make before the page turns?

I gasped hard. Clutching the ladies' in waiting's cloth so tightly, I could've sworn it'd rip any moment from now. The contractions ravaged me, pain blooming so fierce it blurred the world around me. I screamed. So hard I could feel my throat get dry and sore. My nails ripped into the silk, my toes curling as warm blood spilled and ruined the prestine sheets beneath me. "My Sovereign, the body opens as the gods will it-" said the male physician "strain not against their hand,your grace" he added My breath grew sharp with wrath as his final words slipped free. I had endured these hours since dawn, felt my reason wane and falter—yet he dared to utter them with such thoughtless ease. "You will hold your tongue, or I will see you thrown from these halls like the fool you are!" I spat, every word sharpened by rage. "I have endured the wrath of gods within my own flesh, and you dare whisper instructions as though you command life itself? You are no master here—you are a servant to my body, and my body answers to no man!" Every gaze in the room pinned me in place, each pair of eyes carrying it's own silent verdict. I could sense the chamber itself holding its breath, fear creeping into the hearts of all who dared meet my eyes. They longed to vanish, to be anywhere but before their queen in her wrath.

What would you never lie about to survive a life-threatening situation? Answer: Nothing. Lie about your religion? Done. Lie about your sexuality? Of course. Claim to be a god-sent savior? Ding, ding, ding—consider it done! Park Minhyuk has survived his whole life by weaving lies. So when he wakes up inside the world of a web novel, his first instinct is to do what he does best—lie. Boldly declaring himself as a saint of the Goddess of Love marks only the beginning of his elaborate facade. But how far can a lie stretch before it breaks? And how far is he willing to go to keep it alive? Armed with nothing but the story’s tags and synopsis—since he never actually read it—Minhyuk, no Ellis tries to dodge danger, suspicion, and a mysterious killer who might already be hunting him. The deeper he goes, the more tangled he becomes in the web of his own lies… Now, will his lies cure a miracle—or destroy him first?

Victor Hugo: "You all call me the 'Conscience of France,' but right now it beats in Lionel's breast!" Émile Zola: "'Naturalism' or 'Realism'? No, only Lionel's 'Modernism' belongs to the 20th century!" Gustave Flaubert: "Maupassant was my best student, Lionel my confidant." Guy de Maupassant: "Lionel's only shortcoming was that he had not contracted the noble, majestic syphilis." Anton Chekhov: "What else do we need in this world besides sunshine, air, water, and a smile? Lionel's works, of course!" Leo Tolstoy: "Are you suggesting that I go to Sweden to accept the Nobel Prize that Lionel Sorel refused?" Arthur Conan Doyle: "To be Sherlock Holmes's assistant, to be accepted by Lionel... Author- The wind blows through the long night. I am trying to improve the Translation

Across the sands of time and the expanse of space, one power endures — Aetherion, the essence of the universe. Born from a fallen celestial metal, it holds the key to immortality, unimaginable strength, and the ability to reshape the very world. Civilizations rise and fall, kingdoms clash, and empires crumble, all in pursuit of this ultimate power. Wars stretch across centuries, and the struggle for control of Aetherion spans generations, rebirths, and distant galaxies. From the ancient past to the modern age, and into the far-flung future, Aetherion leaves its mark on every era, guiding the course of destiny and igniting conflicts that no one can escape. A saga of power, legacy, and timeless struggle — where Aetherion decides the fate of all.

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.

Reborn in the Golden Age of Gaming: I Became the Prince of Sega After watching the NS2 direct conference, a veteran gamer was infuriated by Nintendo's insane handling. Reflecting on the history of gaming, every console manufacturer, after a successful console, always messed up with the next generation, he criticized each one by name... Then, he woke up and was reborn in 1985 as Nakayama Hayao's son. After criticizing the console manufacturer, he was reborn into a future generation that no longer makes consoles, and he's still the crown prince! As expected, life's boomerangs are everywhere. After the criticism, he got a "youcanyouup"! Let's see how he shakes up the game in this golden age of gaming! author- 京宝梵 / Jing Bao Fan I am trying to improve the Translation

Vijay, an ISRO scientist, gets reincarnated in the Vijayanagara Empire, which has not yet weakened but unified South India in a parallel Earth similar to the current one, with slightly altered people and events in the 17th century. Watch how he guides the ancient nation back on the right track again. For Resources Discord: https://discord.gg/mRRVjFaf5H For UPI Donations: authormithunreddygaru@kotak Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction that explores historical events within the context of a parallel Earth. Any similarities to real-world historical occurrences are purely coincidental and are a product of the author's imagination. The intent is to offer an alternate perspective on history and should not be construed as an accurate representation of actual events. Reader discretion is advised.

Kirin asks the gods for beauty and heroes. What he gets is a beautiful bastard with a talent for burning things and charming people before he murders them. The hooded head turned sharply in Kirin’s direction. “Come out of there, little bird. You might burn your feathers.” It did not sound threatening, yet the mockery in it was unmistakable. Kirin gritted his teeth and straightened. Gripping the hilt of his dagger, he stepped out to face the demon. “Who are you?” he growled, doing his best not to show his fear. As if in answer, the stranger lowered the hood to reveal a cascade of chestnut brown hair and sharp features that were almost frightening in their perfection. Kirin looked into the green, wildcat eyes, then launched forward. He hit the demon in the ribs and broke past him, but a strong hand seized his arm and forced it behind his back. An iron grip clamped onto his shoulder. “Wily little bird,” the stranger hissed. “I am not your little bird,” Kirin growled. He jerked his head back. There was a satisfying crack as his skull hit against bone. The grip loosened, but the feeling of triumph vanished instantly as his feet were kicked from under him. Kirin desperately grasped for something to break his fall and caught the hem of the long green cloak. The smug grin on the demon’s face faltered as he stumbled forward and lost his footing. Kirin hit the ground, bracing for the weight to follow, but the man just dropped to his knees astride him, grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. Even in his terror, Kirin was acutely aware of the strong thighs pressing against his hips and the firm chest pressing against his own. The man’s long hair brushed against his cheeks and neck. It carried the scent of cut grass and spring meadows that reminded him of home. The thought disoriented Kirin, and his gaze fixed on the full lips, inches away from his own. They curled into a feral smile as the stranger spoke. “I never said you were mine.”

"I promised her with my mouth. I promised her with my body. And now, I’ll pay for it with my head." When an ordinary man dies and wakes up as Lucien Auremont, the pampered, "arrogant peacock" villain of a romance novel, he realizes he’s already committed the ultimate sin. He is currently in the bed of Sofia Valecourt, the Grand Duchess and wife of the Empire’s most terrifying war hero. In the original story, Lucien is discarded and executed. But this time, the "villain" has a plan. Armed only with his sister's jumbled spoilers and a talent for shameless acting, Lucien must navigate a world of forbidden rooms, political landmines, and a Duke who is starting to realize that the "harmless peacock" is far more dangerous than he looks. The goal? Secure a divorce. The obstacle? A husband who won't let go, and a Duchess who wants to keep him in her bed forever. “You said you’d take responsibility, Lucien. You wouldn't lie to a Duchess... would you?” and a harem full of other lady's following him

In a world torn by ambition and blood, six kingdoms teeter on the brink of war. Among them, Kaeldor stands as a fragile stronghold, its people caught between survival and conquest. Cairos Valen, a brilliant and calculating commander, is thrust into the heart of the chaos, where every choice bears the weight of life and death. With no magic or superpowers to aid him, Cairos must rely on intelligence, strategy, and the loyalty of his soldiers to defend his kingdom. Rivers will run red, alliances will shift like sand, and spies lurk in every shadow. From flanking cavalry and relentless zealots to secretive envoys and manipulative mercantile powers, the battlefield extends far beyond the sword. As Kaeldor’s defenses are tested, Cairos discovers that the true cost of war is not only in the lives lost but in the moral compromises required to survive. With enemies pressing from all sides, and allies whose loyalty is as fragile as the morning mist, he must navigate a deadly game of politics, strategy, and survival. Every decision carries consequences, every battle shapes history, and the fate of kingdoms rests in the hands of one man. Will he endure, or will the war consume everything he holds dear?

Be part of Midas' story as he adventurers into uncharted worlds, finiding himself in a barren desert, sure he lost any memories of his past self. He travels through the world he got stuck in, evolving his character, meeting new people, surviving, and being thrown into dramatic fights. Trying to get back what he lost on his way into this foreign world.

A fairy without memories. A demon king who remembers everything. Sent to the Mortal World by divine punishment, their paths cross once more—only this time, fate demands a sacrifice. Some love stories begin with a meeting. Theirs begins with a death.

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.

A kingdom survives because one man gives up his future. When Devavrata renounces the throne and swears a vow that will bind him for life, the world praises him as Bhishma, the man of terrible resolve. But vows echo. They do not fade. As generations pass, love turns into rivalry, family into factions, and duty into cruelty. Princes are born cursed, warriors are forged through exclusion, and gods intervene only when humanity fails itself. When Dharma Learned to Bleed is a grounded retelling of the Mahabharata, told not as a battle of good and evil, but as a tragedy of choices, consequences, and promises kept too long.