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Suyin, a modern pediatrician known for her unyielding sense of justice, finds herself catapulted into the past when a lightning strike hits her during a storm. She awakens in the body of Han Suyin, the only daughter of a noble family responsible for educating the royal family of the Long clan (This is inferred she is in her ancestor's past body). Trapped in a society where women, especially female doctors, are looked down upon, Suyin faces severe oppression and control from her parents, who prioritize their fame and fortune above her well-being. Determined to escape her stifling life, Suyin flees to the territory controlled by the Qin clan, who are embroiled in a fierce war with the Long clan. Crossing the border, she encounters Qin Fuhua, the feared Prince of Qin, notorious as the "Devil of Misfortune." After saving his younger sister with her advanced medical knowledge, Suyin is taken hostage by Qin Fuhua, who is both intrigued and suspicious of her unusual skills and knowledge. Within the Qin clan's stronghold, Suyin's resolve and medical expertise begin to challenge the clan's ruthless and merciless reputation. Despite the absence of modern technology and the freedom she once knew, Suyin adapts, using her compassion and intelligence to navigate her precarious situation. A mysterious riddle involving magnolia flowers and a prophecy ties Suyin to Qin Fuhua, drawing him to her despite his initial reservations: "Flowers of magnolia will guide for a better future." The scent of magnolia flowers that seems to follow Suyin hints at a destiny intertwined with the fate of both the Long and Qin clans. As she strives to survive and make a difference in this ancient world, Suyin's presence becomes a beacon of change, challenging old beliefs and forging new paths. Author's note: Please excuse any grammar, historical, any sorts of error in this novel. I've personally enjoyed reading Chinese novels and wanted to have a try at it. This is pure FICTIONAL, so please do keep in mind that this is written with FICTIONAL traditions, taboos, and etc (although some may be coincidentally true). Any characters, storyline, and historical remarks are fictional in this novel and thank you for reading! Here is the STORY TRAILER for this novel that I made on my own time! ^^ LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft-5MYk7YWA&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR27to2S-h_poYKpM8-61QtvDROpwJNWmPCrG6Hq6GZAgw8dQu3jzilm6vY This is the link to a image and music made for this novel :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jU0rw616PE

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

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.

Follow, Arthur Manderly on his journey. The OC heir and Grandson of Lord Wyman Manderly. --------------------------------------------------------------- A young lord of the north on his rise towards power and tragedy. Our hero will play the game of thrones and win. His story will be filled with glory, love and loss. --------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect: A Overpowered MC with Flaws Multiple POV chapters Some Slice of Life Chapters No fix-it fiction Not SI or Reincarnated Proper worldbuilding background in the feudal aspects, military machinations, medieval politics, noble ambitions and society. Natural story progression. Slow paced True to the style of ASOIAF world in terms of Magic with added nuances. --------------------------------------------------------------- This is not a translation. Overall, an attempt at trying to create a story worth reading and enjoying. Thank you for reading my story. Show support if you can. P.S. I do not own anything except my own characters. This is not for commercial gain or any monetary benefits.

• 1-2 New Chapters Every Day Jake Vance is a good man. A history teacher who knows the horrors of the past. One night, he goes to sleep in the 21st century. He wakes up in another time. He is no longer himself. He is now a young Joseph Stalin. His goal is simple: prevent the atrocities that will kill millions. But survival in the Russian Revolution is a brutal game. He is not alone. Kato, a fierce revolutionary, is the woman he loves. To protect her, he must gain power. To save the future, he must change history itself. He tries to use his modern morals. He attempts mercy, kindness, and reason. But the ruthless 20th century punishes the weak. To climb the ranks of the Bolsheviks, he must impress the brilliant but cold-blooded Lenin. He must outmaneuver the fiery orator, Trotsky. With every political battle he wins, a piece of his soul is chipped away. To build a better world, he must become a monster. To save the woman he loves, he must embrace the darkness of the man he inhabits. He is no longer just preventing a tragedy. He is becoming one. Can a good man become the devil to save the world from himself?

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]

"Don't abuse the weak, protect those who asks you, don't make them plead" those were the last words that rang in Vojislav Dave heard' ears as he walks away from his father's grave. Followed him behind was his precious wife, Eleanor. Her soothing voice comforted him. After his mother, followed by the death of his father--Vojislav Dave heard, a knight's son in the beautiful village of Ruthenia, Ukraine, he and his wife's love story were widespread as one of the most tragic tales in history. On September of 1003 BCE, the supposed Byzantine raid on his village--massacred his people. The raid left a broken and a burning Ruthenia. The byzantine soldiers were ruthless--setting houses on fire, assaulting women, beating the elderly and stripping children away from thier land and shipping them off as Slaves. Vojislav and his wife were abducted in the raid and were shipped off to Byzantium--the capital of Anatolia. There, Slav was put in the emperor's army as a knight--where Eleanor's fate seemed uncertain at first. Since she was a woman and a slave--her fate was divided into 2 paths. - being sold to the tavern Or sold to the imperial palace for the prince's pleasure. Eleanor was a modest woman, though fate seemed to be the opposite for her--and soon she was admitted into the imperial palace. Where she learned to survive the deadly political intrigues of the concubines. The day she stepped foot in their--she sensed the brewing enmity between her and them--since the prince made her his most favored concubine. Would she bend to her fate? Would she be united with her husband? Now, that's worth a chapter!!

After a lightning strike in a typhoon, an ordinary student wakes up as Norielle Graham- society's "radiant flower" and the betrothed of a villain with crimson eyes. The problem? She only skimmed the story that dooms her to die at the hands of her loved, the male lead. With nothing but disjointed memories and a death flag already raised, she must navigate a world of obsession, and secrets before her scripted fate catches.

Prologue: For one thousand years, the southern and northern kingdoms had been waiting for the prophecy to come true. The Solkaras are the fire and air mages who dwell in the southern kingdom, while the Aerinthal are the water and earth mages who dwell in the northern kingdom. They are sworn enemies, and only the prophesied ruler can change this... with the help of the destined one. But the prophecy’s ruler turned out to be Jarl, the hidden prince of the northern kingdom, whose existence no one knew. He was kept far away in the silent quarters of the palace... until an unexpected guest arrived and changed his fate. Ovidia, the destined one, is the one who will awaken the prophecy’s ruler. When he realizes that his power awakens at the same time she shows up, he realizes he possesses the power of a mage without training, unlike the others mages. He refused to let her go, and kept her by his side as his personal servant. Ovidia pondered how she'll cope with Prince Jarl, a man starved of affection… Now, she's not only stuck in this kingdom, but also stuck with the hidden prince.

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!

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.

They were enemies as children, bound by rivalry and resentment. Yet centuries later, fate threads them together again—though only one remembers the love they once shared. Illyen, a young duke, feels a strange familiarity when he meets the crown prince Cael, whose icy exterior hides centuries of longing and sacrifice. As memories begin to stir, past and present collide, forcing them to confront a love that defied time itself. In a world of power, obsession, and forgotten promises, will they finally recognize the thread that binds them… or will it snap forever?

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

On a cold winter night in 2025, urban youth Lin Xiao is consumed by profound emptiness and exhaustion after the anticlimactic end of his two-year long-distance relationship. At his emotional lowest, a bizarre bolt of lightning rips across the sky, dragging the ordinary Earth youth into a sudden temporal and spatial rupture. Lin Xiao is instantaneously transported to a strange and highly developed intergalactic civilization. The familiarities of Earth are gone, replaced by cities composed of massive metallic structures, hovercrafts zipping through the sky, and an environment teeming with diverse and intelligent alien races. He quickly realizes this is no dream, but an encounter of life-or-death magnitude. Trapped in this grand yet perilous alien world, where the history that is taught is vastly different from Earth's own timeline, Lin Xiao must rely on his unique knowledge of human history and science fiction concepts to navigate and survive the complex social structure of this interstellar society. As the story unfolds, Lin Xiao’s goal shifts beyond merely returning to Earth. He begins to uncover a cosmic truth hidden behind human history—that the history he cherished is merely a fragmented remnant of a much larger, forgotten civilization. He will encounter true historical figures (who may be ancient Earth heroes or key figures in the star civilization) and join them, becoming entangled in a major crisis that threatens the survival of both civilizations. Lin Xiao’s journey will be an epic tale of personal redemption and civilizational reconstruction. Can he overcome his own loneliness and confusion, find the strength within, and become the crucial "First Spark" to bridge two lost civilizations, saving not just himself, but the future of all?

This is a slow-burn romance fantasy novel . 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-god 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. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the beloved daughter of Emberhold, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. But after the devastating War of Ashmere, a tragic curse left her scarred, hidden away, forgotten, and scorned by her own blood. 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 valkoron, 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 little Vaelric. 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.

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.

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.

Title: Kasarinlan Note: This is a fantasy story infused with Philippine history, set in an alternate world. Tagline: "Freedom, Unity, Peace, The three symbols a nation needs to fight against foreign oppression. But what happens when those who embody and deliver these qualities clash in their methods and beliefs on how to protect the nation they are meant to safeguard?" Plot: For over 500 years, the powerful nation of Spain has colonized the Philippines, treating it as one of its colonies. Due to countless failures and defeats of Filipino heroes and revolutionaries, the people gradually lost the courage to reclaim their homeland from the colonizers. With hope fading, Filipinos eventually surrendered and accepted Spanish rule over their nation. Over the centuries, Spanish governance grew increasingly cruel toward the country's citizens, dividing Filipino society into two classes: Honorary Spaniards or "Hilaw" (as the Spanish call them): These are Filipinos who abandoned their Filipino identity to become "adopted childre ton of Spain" in exchange for certain privileges in the country. Low-Class Citizens or "Indio" (as the Spanish call them): These are Filipinos from poor families, stripped of numerous privileges and rights in their own land. Due to their low social status, they are often oppressed, abused, and unable to defend themselves in any court or legal system in the country.

In the beginning, a Supreme Entity created a celestial garden that was later moved to Earth Eden. At its center stood the Tree of Life, a divine source that bore fruit only once every two thousand years. Its single fruit offered immortality… and destruction. Human greed split them in two: the sacred guardians who formed sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Mount Hua, and Tang; and those cast out, who forged the Cult of Demons. Millennia passed, the sects weakened, spiritual energy faded, and Eden vanished from history. Now, in the year 2045, the modern world remains unaware that Eden’s legacy still pulses in the shadows. The Tree of Life is about to bear fruit again. And when it does the greatest hunt in human history will begin. Only one question remains: Who will find Eden first?