historical

An Spanish, arms enthusiast and history professor suffers an accident heading to work, which result in an adventure like no other for him.

Trent Sullivan wakes as a seventeen-year-old Ezio Auditore in 1476 Florence, finding his soul fused with a hybrid Isu-fragment consciousness interface. This living ledger tracks his achievements to unlock muscle memory and latent Isu technology while he works to rewrite the Auditore tragedy. Racing against a ticking quest timer, he must use modern strategic thinking to evacuate his family and survive a city filled with Templar informants.

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!

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hànyuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hànyuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exhilarating night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hànyuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hànyuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hànyuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hànyuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼) is deeply in love with the noblewoman Hànyuè, but tough political obstacles stand in the way of them being together. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.

Conscripted at fifteen, Park Seongjin steps into a war already older than his fear. His father has fallen. His brother is missing. His name is carved into wood and sent toward the frontier. He is not a prodigy. He is not chosen. He is merely another boy placed inside iron and dust. War does not create heroes—it erodes them. Steel demands discipline. Loss demands endurance. Campaign after campaign, repetition after repetition, the body learns before the mind understands. On battlefields ruled by ironclad cavalry and endless formations, he survives—not through brilliance, but through restraint. Not through destiny, but through persistence. Yet in surviving, something begins to take shape. The sword ceases to be a weapon alone. It becomes a path. This is a slow-burning war and progression story about experience, discipline, and the forging of a swordsman—step by step, until the blade and the man are no longer separate. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Author Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from webnobel.. If you're interested, please read it while it is still available. Thank you.

The gate did not open. Youngwoo realized they were going to die outside the wall. Abandoned outside the southern gate, a disposable soldier survives when everyone expects him to die. Wounded, poisoned, and cast aside by his own comrades, he begins a brutal climb through the harsh life of a frontier garrison. In the collapsing battlefields of Goryeo, survival demands more than loyalty. It demands strength, strategy, and the blade. War and intrigue will shape the fate of a forgotten soldier. The soldier no one expected to live will become a master. At the edge of a collapsing frontier, a young soldier stands among men who are meant to die first. Wars are decided by generals and kings, but sometimes history remembers the blade of a single soldier.

Being a young gifted lad with an eccentric father and a superficially jealous mother. Xiao Ming grows up to discover that he is a possessor of a powerful ancient physique- THE ANCIENT DAO BODY. Bearing it in mind that his existence like the other pre-possessors of his physique was either a huge threat or a blessing to his society and it's members, he and the Chaotic Sword forge their way through the disasters of the world to establish their existence. Finally as the solemn and one true Dao Emperor, he fixes a family issue and builds the one true Holy Dao Multiverse. Read the tell tale of the journey of a true hero as he ascends from a 'mere mortal' to an Emperor at the peak of the Ninth Heaven through his domineering and overbearing will. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/zcE8dnRmQq Facebook Fan GC: https://facebook.com/groups/1754710335116086/

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.

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. 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

​Khon, a failed 35-year-old cosplayer, died of exhaustion the moment he perfected his transformation into Kevius Von Svoboda—the most hated villain in the R18 otome game, LADS. ​Now, he’s woken up in Kevius’s body. ​As the "Walking Death Flag" destined to die in every single route, Khon must use his "Perfect Cosplay" method-acting and 100% game knowledge to outplay fate. ​The script says he dies. But this cosplayer is going off-book.

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.

(Recommended 14+ years due to themes of romance, violence, and mild language) On a planet far away known as Vera, life seems to be peaceful for its citizens. The Human, Spirit, Beatman, and Angel races all live in harmony and spent their days enjoying life to the fullest. However, despite this seemingly overwhelming peace, not everyone is content. Below the surface, every 100 years a select group of races plot on the downfall of the current system. The power of some Humans, Dragons, Demons and Monsters cultivates as an attempt to stop this joy and end it in total and utter despair. To stop this threat, a being known as the "Great Hero" would be born every century in an attempt to protect the innocent people on the surface of Vera. Leading the twelve other Heroes who follow him, he would put an end to the nefarious plans of his enemies. Over 6000 years later... Three high school students walked towards the fifth ranked Hero Academy ad they prepared for their upcoming freshman year of school. The mood was running high and all of them were excited for the chance they were being given. Little did any of them know though that a bit of unwanted chaos was soon to approach them...

Princess Elowen Astoria, beloved for her beauty and kindness, has lived a sheltered life in the verdant kingdom of Astoria, adored by her parents and cherished by her people. But her world is shattered in a single night when her kingdom is invaded. She watches in horror as her parents and subjects are slaughtered, and the life she once knew is reduced to ashes. Elowen’s survival, however, does not come freely. Prince Kael, a cruel and ambitious prince of the invading kingdom, comes upon her and, struck by her dazzling beauty, decides she is too precious to die. Rather than ending her life, he takes her as a war trophy, keeping her captive in his opulent yet suffocating palace. Years pass under Kael’s oppressive rule. When he attempts to make her submit to his desires, Elowen fights back, wounding him and asserting her spirit for the first time since the fall of Astoria. Enraged, Kael imprisons her in the dungeon, declaring she will remain there until she learns to accept him. Time continues to turn, and the kingdom that Kael has corrupted and terrorized begins to crumble. Enter Claude De Valois, a fierce and unpredictable prince known as the “Mad Dog” for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. Leading an invasion to overthrow Kael’s tyrannical rule, Claude is greeted as a liberator. Amid the chaos, he discovers Elowen, silent, fragile, yet strangely captivating, locked away in the dungeon.

[Marvel/Taoism OC-SI] When faced with either death or suffering, what would you choose? I was forced to make that decision, and it left me stranded in the marvel universe, under the thumb of the all-powerful Heavenly Dao. Now, I spend my days running from death; seeking eternity. (New chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.)

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 5 chapters a week, M-F - 10+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you

Lin Haoran was reborn in 1978 Hong Kong, becoming a wealthy young heir. At this time, the glory of the British financial consortiums was beginning to fade, while Chinese capital was rising rapidly like bamboo after the rain, starting to shine on the international stage. Former British-controlled giants like Wharf and Hutchison Whampoa were becoming prime targets pursued by Chinese entrepreneurs. So, with growing strength, Lin Haoran set his sights on the leading British trading firm—Jardine Matheson... Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

A German military scientist traveled back to 1942 during World War II and began to save the empire from collapse...

In the neon-drenched streets of Noctyra, shadows don't just hide secrets—they breathe. Liora is a glitch in the city's corrupt system. To the underworld, she is "Velvet Night," a ghost who can shatter reality into a thousand violet-eyed illusions. But every fracture comes with a price. As her mind begins to desync, a mysterious hunter known as the "Grey Coat" emerges from the ruins of Sector 4, hunting the one thing Liora can't hide: her past. In a war between truth and deception, who can you trust when even your own reflection might be an enemy? Step into the night. But watch your step... the shadows are hungry.

Ancient times carry devastating stories. In the realm of Calyndor, where the moon dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of sapphire and amethyst, the elven city of Eldrida stood as the beacon of magic and wonder. For centuries they lived with the gods, their patron deity, Aethrid, guiding them with wisdom and benevolence until........ Disaster struck. in an attempt to surpass the gods in power, they ignited the flames to a war so devastating that it shook the entire planet. The War of the Sundered skies as it was called, left the elves in defeat and exile on an island they called Aetheria for seven hundred years. However deep in the hearts of the elves, a spark of magic stirred, a spark that would change the course of history forever