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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☺️

“Merely countering my attacks….” Our swords met again, sparks flying like fire and shadow entwined, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but steel, breath, and the silent rhythm of life and death. “…will gain you nothing” The provocation worked. His eyes narrowed, a flash of a smile tugging at my lips, and Yugo attacked. He moved with precision and speed; each strike was a challenge. We separated from a moment, each of us ready for the next strike— I made my move, stepping forward to strike—but then—suddenly—I froze. Pain erupted before I even realized it. A sharp arrow tore through the air and pierced me from behind. My breath caught in my throat. Another followed almost instantly, thudding into my shoulder The metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. My heart pounded. Blood poured freely from my abdomen and shoulder, warm and biting as it ran down my skin. A third arrow struck my hand, reason why I had to let go of my sword. I saw how he froze, caught off guard by the sight. I stepped back, instinctively pressing my hands against the blood gushing from my wounds, the warmth sharp against my skin. Yet a smile curved my bloody lips Behind me, the cliff yawned, the cold wind rushing up from its depths, carrying the scent of snow and stone. “Yugo...” I whispered, voice strained but calm, “…if I am bound by the four pillars of the judgment chamber one more time---" “---I will confess.” The snow swirled around us, carried on the bitter winter breeze. “I confess… that I did, slaughter and murdered the city” “…This time I will not defend myself--- you know.” The winter breeze swept past, carrying flakes of snow that fell silently from the darkened sky. “Arsinoe—" I smiled, even as the arrow burned through me. “Because this time… it is no longer accusation. I committed a crime Yugo. I brought this fucking rebellion, and myself is the witness to their desperate, begging cries.” I saw him step forward instinctively eyes wide, as I let myself fall backward over the cliff’s edge. Everything seemed so slow, as I hovered in the midair Wind whipped past, tugging at my hair. As a tiny glacier of snow drifted lazily from the midnight sky, glittering like frozen fire. The moon hung impossibly high, fascinating. Casting a pale light that made the snowflakes shimmer like stars falling just for me. My chest raced, heart hammering against ribs…. …. Yet my lips curved into a smile.

(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.

Who is the strongest Shinobi in the history? Most would say Menma Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Hashirama or Madra. But those who lived long would admit— "It's the Crystal Sage, Naruto Uzumaki." But no one would ever say it out loud. Why? This story is about the protagonist trying to do the right thing without destroying everything. Here, Naruto is Born before canon/ Kyuubi Attack. To be specific, he was born during the Third Great Shinobi War. He has his mother's eyes and hair and is considered a prodigy. This is also a time travel story as well as a time loop. This is not a generic story, there will be no harem, no bashing.

A princess who is warrior in the dynasty. And the princess title is the sword princess. Who battle for her dynasty. When she married a general for dynasty and she slowly fell in love with general.

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.

**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.

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.

"Did you know? The reason why the Gojos and the Zenins are on bad terms? It was during the Keicho period. Their respective clan heads killed each other in a fight." 400 years ago... Keicho Era, 1598. The theft of the Mitsuboshi no Yari—Three Star Spear—forces an uneasy and precarious alliance between Seijiro Gojo, the impulsive hot-headed heir of the Gojo clan, and Kaoru Zenin, the brillaint prodigious Zenin clan's heir, who, unbeknownst to all, is in truth a woman. Now, as the Tokugawa and Toyotomi forces stand on the brink of a full-scale war, and tension stretches from Edo to Osaka, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a conflict that neither of them wanted.

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

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."

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

Power is not found through some arbitrary system, sacred teaching, or the tedious crawling through dungeons with unknown beasts or opponents lurking around every corner. Nor is it the ability to harvest the best fruit of the land - no matter if the fruit is a dragon, beast, or weapon. Courage, Wisdom, Friendship, and Love were the Four Souls needed to forge the Shikon Jewel in Inuyasha's mythos if one wanted to be righteous. Corruption of either part of the souls created Magatsuhi and Naraku, and the same can be said for the Lord of the Western Lands, Sesshomaru. But, how true is that when we know little about his past or him for that matter? Do you truly believe his story ended in the Final Act simply because he defeated Meido Zangetsuha and obtained Bakusaiga? Or, is there untapped power beyond his father's trials? What must be learned in order to truly rule the House of Inu?

In a world that seems natural and realistic, there are secret Forces that shape the world, yet someone wants to disrupt the natural order and impose absolute silence. A handful number of humans possess a type or even more than a type of power, these powers are all called when combined "The law of Structural Intent". In this story, You will follow "Hirata Alex"– an English linguistics student who thinks he is a normal person like everyone else, until he starts encountering strange phenomena and powers.

*"He couldn't save his family from the war — so he decided the world didn't deserve him anymore. He was wrong about that last part."* --- Arjun Delos Reyes lost everything in the aftermath of World War II — his father, his mother, his younger sister, all of them gone in the violence that swallowed Southeast Asia while the world was busy celebrating peace and he survived, carrying that survival for three years like a punishment he never asked for until in 1948 he walked to a cliff outside Manila and stepped off. His body died but his soul didn't move on — instead it expanded outward through time itself, past the Philippines, past the century, past every war and discovery and quiet human moment that ever happened, until a Voice found him in that silence and spoke to him the way a teacher speaks to a student who has finally run out of excuses, and that Voice didn't comfort him, it gave him a mission. Travel through every era, move through past present future and every branching timeline in between, change the moments that bent human history toward catastrophe — save Mahatma Gandhi from assassination, give Alan Turing the protection his own government denied him, ensure the discoveries that could have arrived decades earlier actually do, redirect the quiet decisions made by politicians and scientists and ordinary people whose single choices echoed for generations across every country and every timeline. There is one rule — he cannot interfere with anything that involves his family, not to warn them, not to watch them, not even to stand on the same street, and the moment he tries time itself removes him, and he has tried, he knows exactly how it feels, he will try again — and somewhere out in the threads of history someone else is moving through time making their own changes and they left four words in his private ledger that nobody else should have been able to touch, four words in German, and he hasn't figured out yet whether they're a warning or an invitation. --- **THE CONTRACT** 5 Reviews — 1 extra chapters 10 Golden Tickets — 1 extra chapter 50 Powerstones — 2 extra chapters 100 Collections — 3 extra chapter Targets double, rewards double — 100 powerstones means 4 chapters, 200 means 8, no ceiling. --- **GIFTING TIERS** Massage Chair — +1 chapter Car — +3 chapters Dragon — +4 chapters Castle — +12 to chapters Spaceship — +21 chapters Gachapon — +25 chapters Every platform gift counts toward bonus chapters based on its value — nothing goes unrecognised. --- **UPLOAD PROMISE** All reward chapters will be uploaded within 2–9 days of the goal being hit, tracked weekly and posted publicly so you always know where things stand. --- *Don't read it... unless you're ready to get addicted.* --- **EXTRA TAGS** #TimeTravel #DarkFiction #HistoricalFiction #WebNovel #SoulsOutsideTime #Gandhi #AlanTuring #RealHistory #MoralGrey #GeniusMC #PhilosophicalFiction #BillyBat #MultipleTimelines #SecretWar #NoSystemJustBrains #DeadButNotGone #ManipulatingHistory #LoreHeavy #CinematicFiction #OP_MC #DarkButHopeful #TimelineMission #MindGames #AddictedAlready #MustRead ---

“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.

The realm is bleeding, caught in the perpetual meat grinder of four sovereign empires locked in total war. Deception, plundering, and endless slaughter are the daily realities, all boiling down to a single, primal law: kill or be killed. The death toll stopped mattering centuries ago; today, the blood spilled is simply the price of their sole obsession,the absolute destruction of their enemies. Each faction is driven by its own dark ideology. The Human Empire believes the only way to end the chaos is through complete conquest and the absolute subjugation of the realm. High in their pristine lands, the Elves use devastating magic to "purify" the world, viewing the other three races as a rotting plague infecting their sacred lands. The highly intelligent Dwarves run the realm's war engine as hyper-industrialists, building terrifying siege engines for profit and mechanical superiority. Meanwhile, the Greenskin Horde:a terrifying alliance of swarming Goblins and massive, tree-splintering Orcs fights a bitter, desperate war of survival and revenge. Yet, paradoxically, a twenty-kilometer scar of land between their borders remains untouched. Known as No Man's Land, it is the only safe haven in the world, a fragile, sacred truce forged by the First Rulers back in Age 0. It stands today as an ironclad monument to the collective cries of the countless innocents who burned in the ancient crossfire, a rule honored by even the most ruthless generals. In a world consumed by bloodshed, the true battle isn't just for survival it's to see who will be left standing when the ashes finally settle.

Rebirth + Era + 1960's - Femine + System Space + Military + Powerful Male protogonist At seventy-eight years old, she died with nothing but regret. Only at the end of her life did she learn the cruel truth— the world she had struggled through was nothing more than a novel. And she… was cannon fodder. Her father, once a Squad leader, was falsely branded a traitor and executed. Her three brilliant elder brothers were crushed one by one, stepping stones for the novel’s so-called “female lead.” Her family’s blood paved the road to the heroine’s glory. She could only watch helplessly as the heroine’s family prospered while hers was destroyed. Powerless. Broken. Too late. But fate was not finished with her. A falling flowerpot ended her life— and opened her eyes once more. 1958. She is thirteen years old again. Her parents are alive. Her brothers are alive. Everything has not yet begun. In the turbulent 1960s era, she awakens with memories of her previous life and an unexpected System Space that grants her resources and hidden advantages. This time, she will not be cannon fodder. She will not allow her family to be sacrificed. She will not let the so-called heroine step on their corpses to rise. Amid famine, political storms, and the shifting tides of the era, she quietly builds strength, gathers supplies within her mysterious space, and protects her family step by step. And standing in the shadows of the military compound is a powerful, sharp-eyed man— a future commander whose destiny was never meant to intertwine with hers. In her previous life, he stood at the peak of power. In this life, he watches her change everything. This time— She will become the author of her own fate. (Original) PS-: The Story is taking place in the parallel world, so although the historical events are same, characters are fiction.

When an unlucky reader found herself inside her favorite author's novels, she tried everything she could to return to her own world. Once she finished the author's first novel after one-hundred-three attempts, she thought she could finally go back home. Instead, the author gave her a new ticket to a new hell. "The Fallen Heir" is the name of the new novel she's in, possessing the body of the villain who sparked a civil war against the empire and was killed by for the main character's potential. Not wanting to die again, she only has two choices: to abandon the story or to continue the story and win. With the system by her side, she knows she can't abandon the story like any other reincarnated villain. So, she decides to do everything she can to make her plans succeed, which seems to affect the male leads?

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.