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In the frozen reaches of the North, Astrid Egildottir of Vinterhall was raised to inherit more than a name. As heir to an ancient bloodline and the only daughter among eight brothers, she bore the weight of tradition, politics, and expectation. Bound by her grandfather’s will to marry Prince Leif of Verdelund, Astrid’s life was set to become a bridge between north and south—whether she wished it or not. But when the Verdelunds reveal themselves as vampires, the Winter Hall becomes a slaughterhouse. In one night, Astrid loses everything—her family, her shieldguard, her home. Betrayed and cornered, she is bitten by Leif and, in the same moment, attacked by a hidden Child of the Moon. The venom and the virus should have destroyed her. Instead, they awaken what lies dormant in her blood: the touch of the goddess Freyja. Reforged in agony and reborn beneath a violet full moon, Astrid rises as something new—neither vampire nor werewolf, but a hybrid bound by divine spark. She alone survives the massacre of Vinterhall, cursed with power, sharpened by grief, and carrying the ashes of her family on her shoulders. Now, the last daughter of a fallen house must carve her path through a world that will see her as monster, miracle, or weapon. The Hunters would see her destroyed. The Children of the Moon would see her as blasphemy. And the southern kingdoms will not suffer the North’s heir to live, not after the blood debt left in her wake. Astrid Vinterhall walks alone—haunted, hunted, and remade. But she is not broken. The purple moon has marked her, and the world will learn what it means to stand against the last of Vinterhall.

In an empire ruled by rigid discipline where even a crooked posture is a crime, two men fall into a forbidden love that could cost them their lives. Overwhelmed by desire for each other, they cross a line they never meant to, and fear drives them apart. For years, they avoid each other, trying to bury what they did. But fate is merciless. Reunited, they are forced into an even more dangerous bond: both must marry the Alpha Emperor’s daughter. Now, sharing a marriage bed with the very woman who could expose them, they struggle to smother the feelings that have only grown more desperate with time. Every glance is a risk. Every accidental touch is a threat. And yet… how can they deny what has always been impossible to control?

What if World War 2 and the the geopolitics of the Industrial Revolution were decided by epic anime showdowns? Captain of the Guard Thut Tanhkmet of the Empire of Setet has been given one mission: find and rescue a kidnapped Sibylline Oracle-child, a weapon of untold power in the wrong hands. Kapitanleutnant Roskvir Englihavt is duty-bound to strike deep into the Setetic Empire, tasked with carrying out a surprise attack for the Kingdom of Albion despite a growing distrust in his superiors and a sudden sympathy for a young Setetic princess. And second Lieutenant Kerauna Iumatar has just graduated from the Patrol Corps academy, the Empire's premier officer training college, when her spat with a noble scion sees her demoted and reassigned to distant backwater - placing her in just the wrong place at the right time to tilt the balance of the coming war. But none of them are prepared for an unexpected cataclysm that will derail every plan, and shake each of their former loyalties to their core.

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

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

Sent to the Academy at his mother’s request, Karim soon realizes that this place is not merely a school, it is a crucible where life itself is tested. He begins his training with hopes of becoming a warrior... but one day, without warning, he comes face-to-face with an ancient force forged before time itself. A force that will either doom the realms to collapse or save them at the very last moment. Necromaniva is a world woven with war, betrayal, death, and philosophical reckoning, blending medieval grit with cosmic horror. Every character has a dream, a purpose... and an inevitable end. This realm is as sharp as a blade, yet as fragile as a matchstick. Death here isn’t grand, it’s cold, swift, and merciless. This is a survival story, not a hero's journey.

This is the story of Ser Alester and how he became the sword of the common people.

At the last attempt for peace, Ophelia Valthorn is sacrificed by her ruthless stepfather, Joel Valthorn, to marry the feared Lord Dante Hastings. Ophelia is torn away from her sick brother, whom she loves dearly, and taken across enemy lands, where her every move is scrutinised, and every glance filled with hatred. Dante and Ophelia are guarded against each other until the rise of assassinations and whispers of betrayal within each family forces them to lean on each other. As Ophelia adapts to her new life, she discovers a curse which torments her husband. It is a curse which threatens not only the truce but Ophelia’s life. Will Ophelia flee before war breaks out again, or help Dante break free of the curse?

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!

Time Magazine once gave this review of a man: "Mr. Yang is a great inventor. The products he created changed how hundreds of millions live, work, and travel." "At the same time, his inventions created millions of jobs and made outstanding contributions to regional economies." ... Never would he have imagined—Yang Wendong, already a successful entrepreneur, would accidentally travel back to the 1950s. Given a second chance, he would once again rise from nothing, climb to the peak of this era, and build a century-spanning Chinese family empire. Friends, if you want to read chapters in advance, subscribe to my patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/johanssen10

Su Yuanshan, Chief Architect of Haixin, was reborn back to the year 1991. In this era, AMD still survived by cloning Intel. He began his layout with EDA tools, seizing the initiative before the Wassenaar Agreement took effect. His goal: to rebuild the sky for the domestic semiconductor industry 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

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

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

Great.I just time traveled.Instead of chilling,I decide to change the system in a hope to make it better than the present one.Yes,I am delusional but don't the mad ones change the world?But can I do it without becoming a monster?That's the question.

Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

“You look like a cursed, weak, and forgotten son of Drakonia.” Ero gasped audibly. “My lady!” He moved to speak again, but Ashen raised a hand and stopped him. “Coming from someone who can’t see,” Ashen said dryly, “don’t you think that’s quite the overestimation?” Lumina smiled, then moved closer to him. Ashen stiffened at her action. She shouldn't have known exactly where he stood, yet her steps brought her directly before him. “I am blind,” she said quietly, “but I am not weak or stupid. Let’s make a deal.” Ashen’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?” “Two years,” she said, her voice unwavering. “You help me find the one person who can restore my sight… and in return, I will help you gain recognition in this realm.” ******** Blinded, by her late mother so as to protect her from the evil ones, she lives the life of an outcast and is underestimated. Princess Lumina hides dangerous secrets behind her calm grace. In the shadows of court betrayal, she’s forced to outwit her enemies, even if it's her own family. While across the realm, Ashen, the cursed prince of Drakonis, drinks to forget a life of disdain and is also known as the weak one. But when a mysterious girl brushes past him, unseen something inside him awakens. A heartbeat that isn’t his, it’s the first time this is happening, he wants her and he must get her.

The Aurelius, the Empire’s leading expedition airship, sets out to chart the frontier—where the last crew disappeared without a trace. Soren Eryndor, a quiet memoirist assigned to record the journey, expects routine observation. Instead, his notes begin to shift when reread. Footsteps echo on empty decks. Tension builds beneath the crew’s steady smiles. When the first crew member vanishes—silent, bloodless, impossible—Soren realizes something is watching their expedition. Ahead lies the ruin tied to the previous mission’s fate. Beside him stands Captain Atticus Riven—precise, unreadable, and carrying orders Soren isn’t meant to know. As the Aurelius drifts deeper into the frontier, Soren’s memoir becomes the only record of the truth. Because whatever is erasing the crew… may erase the memory of them next. ||||A slowburn BL steampunk mystery about the fragile lines between memory, reality, and the people who keep us anchored.|||| Author’s Note: This story is built from my own original plot, world, and characters. I draft and revise the chapters myself, with the help of AI-assisted writing tools for structure and speed. All final edits and creative decisions are mine. Thank you for reading — I hope you enjoy the journey.

I saw it, right before my eyes… my parents were killed by a figure in a black robe. I, only twelve years old, could do nothing but stare blankly, tears falling without any power to act. The world suddenly felt hollow and cold. My name is Meng Wang. Since I was a child, my parents always pressured me to read, so that I could become smart and wise. I refused. Books, to me, were nothing but meaningless, boring pages. Yet, after they were gone, the silence and emptiness forced me to open the books I had once ignored—“The Stagnant River.” What happened next was beyond anything I could have imagined. Word by word seemed to be absorbed directly into my mind. Philosophy, the meaning of life, death, the laws of nature, even strategy and calculations of existence—all arranged neatly within my head. The more I read, the more I realized one thing: this world is not as it should be. I began to lose my emotions. When people around me oppressed others, I simply walked past them. Fear, anger, sorrow… all faded. Even the death of my parents, which should have shattered me, was now just a faint shadow that could not touch my heart. Yet, there was a greater anomaly. The environment around me sometimes moved out of sync, Qi flowed unpredictably, and strange events appeared at the corners of my perception. Something in this world was not normal, and I knew… I had to understand the laws hidden behind the veil of reality. This is where my journey began: not merely to survive, but to comprehend, to master, and perhaps… to conquer the world that had forged me in emptiness.

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

Two hundred years ago, a prophecy revealed the coming of the Seventh Bond, a rare, powerful connection that would tie the soul of the Cursed Beast King to his one true mate. King Zarek waited two long centuries for this soulmate... only to discover she is the one thing he despises most: a human. Eliora knows nothing about magic, curses, or ancient prophecies. All she wants is a peaceful life with her parents, until she loses her home and is taken to the immortal king who claims her as his. Zarek is cold, feared, and dangerous, the most powerful king Eldfrost has had. His beast is violent, unpredictable, and fiercely possessive. Eliora fears him. Zarek refuses to let her go. Will she run from the bond or step into the destiny that could unravel everything? .................... Book cover isn't mine. All credits go to the brilliant mind behind it.