historical

Through a twist of fate and cruel misfortune, Paul awakens in the body of his own ancestor, trapped in a world marching toward war. Forced into the ranks of the Nazi elite, he must walk a razor’s edge, outwardly loyal, secretly reshaping history and trying to stop the inevitable tragedy. From the reality of war, to ruthless officers, glittering parties, every choice could mean death. Can Paul use this second life to reshape history, or will fate deal him a cruel hand once again?

Princess Yseldra calls me sweet things. She whispers sinful ones. When the king and queen passed, her treatment toward me changed.

Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale. Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack. But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden. Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father. Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love. But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega," He declares. "You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack." With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.

For thirteen years, Mo-Xian hunted a ghost: the Enigma Emperor, a ruler whose existence was scrubbed from the annals of time, leaving only a trail of violent legends. But when she finally breached his tomb, she didn't find the answers she sought. Instead, she found a girl. Buried in a nameless side-chamber, wrapped in the rough, cheap cloth of a commoner, lay a concubine who shared Mo-Xian’s name. A single drop of blood fell from Mo-Xian's finger onto the ancient skull. In that heartbeat, the tomb dissolved, and the silence of the grave was replaced by the screams of the living. Mo-Xian awakens in the Great Yan Dynasty, seventeen years before the tomb is sealed. She is now the "Ugly" Eldest Miss of the Tang Manor, a girl known for her aggressive temper and ruined face. But Mo-Xian carries a burden heavier than her new body: the memories of how this girl died. She knows the exact date her husband, Prince Zhao Zhen Qi, will poison her. She knows the exact moment her "lucky" sister, Ruo-Lan, will slide a sword through her heart. She knows that in seventeen years, she is destined to become the skeleton in the coarse silk. To survive, Mo-Xian must use the tools of the future to dismantle the traps of the past. Using her knowledge, she begins to peel away her "ugly" reputation. But the deeper she digs into the court’s secrets, the more she realizes that history is a lie. While she maneuvers to escape the lethal embrace of Zhao Zhen Qi, a darker shadow looms. The man destined to become the Enigma Emperor—the "monster" of her textbooks—is watching her. He is a riddle she cannot solve, a man who seems to move through the palace like a ghost from her own future. Is he the one who wrote her into that nameless grave? Or is he the only one who can help her burn the book of fate entirely? In a world where every smile hides a blade and every favor is a debt, Mo-Xian isn't just digging for history anymore. She is fighting to ensure she doesn't become a part of it.

Please check out my other book Bloodhound: the demon emperor's bride http://wbnv.in/a/8ajMPp9 Betrayed. Broken. Executed. Mei Liang’s life ended the night she sought vengeance against the emperor who destroyed her family. But death was not the end. She transmigrated into the body of a forgotten concubine—three years after her own death. With a new identity and a second chance, she swears to outmaneuver her enemies, reclaim her power, and rise as empress. Yet, the emperor who once condemned her now watches her with an unsettling gaze. Does he recognize her? Or is he hiding an even darker secret? This time, she won’t fail. This time, she will have her revenge.

A short romance fantasy where three intertwined perspectives tell a heartbreaking and tender story of unwavering love, unrequited love, and sacrificial love. Part I (Dahlia's Perspective) - "Lun, please… stay alive. Wait for me. No matter where you go—no matter how far— I will find you. I swear I will. So please… please...." Part II (Luias' Perspective) - "There was only one reason I saved you. Because Lia would long for you. Because the fact that you are alive might one day bring her comfort. So that gives her the strength to keep living." Part III (Gwynnslun's Perspective) - "I was happy. Every day I spent with you... felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from. The days in the cabin, your laughter... everything. I have never once regretted my choice. Not for a single moment."

Veryon Halcrest, the bankrupt duke infamous for being broke and bleeding his territory dry with taxes suddenly collapses one day. When he opens his eyes, the soul inside him is that of a money-obsessed archmage who once ruled the magical world through pure capital. [98...99...100%] [The Greatest Capitalist System Has Been Activated!]

Wen Mang is only a history UP host. Yet every time he posts a video, the people arguing in the comments are… Liu Bei. Guan Yu. Zhang Fei. Zhao Yun. Zhuge Kongming. A mysterious light curtain descends, replaying the true fate of the Three Kingdoms—unchanged, merciless, and brutally honest. Liu Bei watches his empire collapse and asks in disbelief: “Shu Han… ended like this? And even my statue was expelled from Wuhou Shrine?” Guan Yu sees himself drowned, defeated, deified—and used. “So this is how history remembers the Martial Saint?” Zhang Fei learns his own end and falls silent for a long, long time. “Is this really… all I amounted to?” Zhao Yun witnesses seven entries and seven exits become a legend— yet still cannot save the world he fought for. And Zhuge Kongming… He doesn’t ask about victory or defeat. He asks one question only: “If such a light curtain exists— can history be rewritten?” From military formations to aircraft carriers, from grain transport to industrial warfare, modern knowledge crashes into ancient ambition. Old regrets awaken. Unfinished oaths resurface. And once the heroes understand why they lost… Will they still accept the ending history gave them? When the curtain lights up again, the Three Kingdoms are already on a different path.

Yun Wanqing transmigrated into a book and became the pitiful and short-lived cannon fodder sister of the vicious female supporting character in the story. Thinking about the tragic fate awaiting her family, Yun Wanqing cried out in her heart. "Mother, you kindly took in the cousin, yet she covets my father and wants to become his concubine. Soon, she will harm you to death~" "Father, you were set up by the female protagonist, and after your death, your head was displayed on the enemy’s city wall to be scorched by the sun, becoming Da Wu Country’s shame~" "Elder sister is the female protagonist, but her fortune is taken away, turning her into a vicious female supporting character. Later, she is abandoned by her fiancé and tortured to death by the female protagonist’s suitors~" "Elder brother, a virtuous and noble gentleman, is betrayed by friends, ending up blind, deaf, and fighting with dogs for food in the streets~" "Second brother, a demonic prodigy, loses his memory overnight, is picked up by the female protagonist, and becomes her lapdog, helping her kill Seventh Uncle and his beloved. Ultimately, his beloved dies in his arms, and he draws his sword to kill himself." "As for me, well, I was shot through the heart by ten thousand arrows along with Seventh Uncle!!!" Later, Yun Wanqing astonishingly discovers that the family’s character settings have collapsed. Mother dealt with the cousin in advance, father wasn’t killed, elder sister married the Emperor and became his only beloved in the harem. Elder brother was the first to betray his friend, second brother married his beloved, and even Seventh Uncle wasn’t a major antagonist, but instead became the most sought-after eligible bachelor among the noble women in the capital. As for her, she was cherished and pampered by the entire family. Yun Wanqing was baffled, how did the whole villainous family change their fate against the heavens? The plot has collapsed way too absurdly, hasn’t it? Did she transmigrate into a fake book?

Elena thought her life was ordinary—until a stranger whispered her name in the dark. Since then, nothing feels the same. The dreams. The mark. The sense that someone’s always watching… or protecting? In a world she doesn’t understand, and emotions she can’t control, Elena is about to discover that some connections are written beyond time… and some love stories aren’t meant to follow the rules.

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

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

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

The crumbling Vienna System is unable to stop the rise of the Second Empire, as the Emperor's nephew is about to visit his faithful Paris. Protector of the Apennine, Honorary Chairman of the Rhine Federation, Close Ally of the Kingdom of Spain, French Empire Augustus Jerome Bonaparte: I will make France great again! -------------------- (Reasonable historical deduction party, Paradox Interactive game players rejoice!)

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

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire. And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory. I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history. I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale. ......................... Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince. The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"... Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France! First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years. Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power. Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger. Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France! That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island. That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)