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Aurelia Caelistra was born to rule: brilliant, cold, and certain that the Caelistra name would secure her place among Aramont's greatest mages. But the Arcane Academy humiliates her on the first day when Kael Arden, a quiet, commoner scholarship-born prodigy bests her in a public duel. The loss shatters her certainty and exposes a gap Aurelia never thought possible: Kael sees Aether as threads to be read, not flames to be flaunted. As whispers spread and nobles scoff, Aurelia's pride hardens into determination. She refuses to be defined by a single defeat. But Kael keeps his past hidden and his motives close. His brilliance may burn as bright as hers or burn everything down. In a kingdom where magic and bloodlines shape destiny, Aurelia must learn whether legacy is a cage or a ladder, and whether the most dangerous power is the one you refuse to see.

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● My tears fell in silence, without even daring to sob… until his tall shadow fell across the threshold. He stepped inside. Slowly. Heavily. His eyes… locked onto mine. The same eyes people said carried the scent of blood, burdened with a dark and haunted past. I was afraid of him… everyone was afraid of him. And yet, I was certain that behind that predatory gaze, another truth existed. His fingers, trembling with hesitation, reached for my face. His touch was so gentle that it was hard to believe those same hands had once clenched the cold hilt of a Jiàn (剑), [a double-edged Chinese sword]. He stared into my eyes… but he did not see me. I could sense it… With longing, he pulled me against his chest, as though he wished to chain my soul to his own. My fear dissolved. I was calm. I clutched at his clothes and found stillness in the chill of his embrace... in the arms of the devil! He carried secrets too heavy for the earth to bury, and perhaps some men are better left forgotten!

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.

There are three Gods hidden amongst the livings; One built the world in greed; One buried the world in sorrow; One ties the world in illusion. If left alone in their whimsical rebellion, the world will soon perish unable to withstand their presence, and so they must be driven away. Left with no choice, the Heavens had to seek the God of Death for assistance, and with his cold scheming hand, he handed them a seed. A seed that will flourish in the soils of human lands, and shall bear the responsibility of severing the ties of the rebels and the mortal realm. Yun was a child whose soul was affiliated with divinity even long before he was born. His whims, thoughts, words, and emotions were absolute commands to the spirits and the heavens. A breath of laughter from his mouth can tame the raging skies, but a small frown on his face may drown the tallest lands. The one that embodies Heaven's will, the only being the Gods have danced for—and unfortunately, the unawakened incarnation of the God of Death himself. A black seed has been planted. ____ @uwyxkai @tsar Updates Daily 20:00 GMT+8 TW: Gore

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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. PS-: The Story is taking place in the parallel world, so although the historical events are same, characters are fiction.

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 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 lover's story were widespread as one of the most tragic tales in history. On September of 1300 CE, 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 their land and shipping them off as Slaves. The two 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. whereas Eleanor's fate seemed uncertain at first. Since she was a girl 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 girl, 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 love? Now, that's worth a chapter!! "UNDER MAJOR EDITTING"

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.

What happens when a top modern actor transmigrates into the body of Liu Bingyi, the least fortunate grandson of the Han Dynasty emperor? Survival or destruction depends entirely on his acting skills! Liu Bingyi is the most humiliated great-grandson of Emperor Wu of Han. Imprisoned at birth, he is released to wander the streets of Chang'an, where he becomes a despised hoodlum. However, this time he arrives with the 'Supreme Hero System'! Before the powerful minister Huo Guang, he appears trembling and subservient, like a puppet, while before the common people, he presents himself as a carefree, idle playboy. He possesses explosive martial prowess and, in the silent night, he transforms into a god of war, personally reaping the lives of those who attempt to overthrow the emperor. 'General, this dragon throne is too hard; my back aches. Why don't you sit on it?" he says with a humble smile, activating the "Huo Family Extermination" countdown on the system panel. Watch as he stages the grandest comeback epic on the stage of the Han Empire, from death row to Weiyang Palace and from the streets of Chang'an to the deserts of the Western Regions.

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is like a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” — Langston Hughes Whistle remained perched onto his shoulder, black head cocked and its eyes even cockier. Kalani grinned though, despite his disheveled hair. Training against loud noises had been going well, and it wouldn’t be long till they officially moved to the city. Anticipation made his heart fly high. Finally… his family would move to the illustrious Nael, capital of the kingdom of Karst. Yet the world beyond those small routines was far less gentle than the stories suggested. Kingdoms and tribes hid their violence well, their dangers flowing quietly beneath polished surfaces. You didn’t need to dive in to be taken; brushing against it was enough. And so ‘They’ took everything. What remained of him was sealed away, buried where names lost their meaning. Revenge required survival, and survival required obedience. Then she appeared. Not as rescue, and not as hope, but rather as something that didn’t fit. She moved through his world without caution, wings catching air where no fresh wind should exist. Her optimism wasn’t comforting. It was reckless. He told himself to ignore her. Yet he found himself noticing details he had long trained himself not to see: the rhythm of her voice, the way she tilted her head when thinking, and how she flew free like how he used to. He never looked at her for long. “This changes nothing,” he would murmur, though the words rang increasingly hollow. His emerald eyes lingered a second too late, following the outline of wings he knew he should not reach for. Objective first. Always. And yet, some costs are harder to measure than others. … Update Schedule: 2 chapters every month Cover found on Pinterest; artist unknown ;~;

In an empire where silence is law and beauty is political property, gifted women are claimed as sacred “Relics” — ceremonial figures believed to anchor the stability of the throne. When Lianhua is publicly seized under the Quiet Mandate, she does not scream. She observes. Trained within the Veiled Court, she learns that Relics are not honored — they are contained. Draped in silk, worshiped in ritual, but stripped of autonomy, these women serve as symbolic vessels through which the empire binds faith, fear, and obedience. Yet Lianhua quickly realizes something others do not: The empire does not draw strength from the Relics. It depends on them. Assigned four elite enforcers — known as the Black Hands — she begins her quiet rebellion not with blades, but with study. She memorizes doctrine. She deciphers ceremonial language. She watches the fractures in the men assigned to guard her. The Loyalist believes order prevents chaos. The Blade believes strength justifies control. The Scholar believes history defines truth. The Silent One believes nothing at all. Slowly, carefully, Lianhua begins altering small ritual phrases during sacred ceremonies. A word here. A pause there. A symbolic gesture that shifts meaning without breaking law. The people begin whispering. As noble factions compete for influence, the Emperor himself notices her growing impact. Threatened yet intrigued, he offers her a position closer to power — one that could secure her survival at the cost of her autonomy. But Lianhua has already discovered the empire’s most guarded secret: Relics are not symbols of control. They are emotional anchors. If one falls publicly, unrest spreads like fire. If one defies expectation, belief begins to crack. The throne is not protected by armies. It is protected by narrative. And she has learned how to rewrite it. As tensions rise, the Black Hands begin to fracture under the weight of their loyalty. Alliances shift. Rituals become battlegrounds. Love grows in spaces where obedience once lived. When the empire attempts to silence her permanently, it faces an unexpected truth: punishing her may collapse the very belief system that sustains the throne. In a final ceremonial confrontation mirroring the day she was claimed, Lianhua steps forward not as property — but as ideological power. The empire must choose: Destroy her and risk chaos. Or change. The Court of Silken Chains is a dark historical fantasy about ownership, belief, and the quiet, devastating strength of a woman who learns that true rebellion begins in language, not war.

Born in late 1864 beneath the cold skies of Hokkaido, Akelldema Miyamoto enters a Japan caught between fading steel and rising industry. His father, Hiroshi, once a formidable samurai, has sheathed his blade to serve as a physician to a powerful lord, walking the narrow path between tradition and survival. Through harsh herbal regimens and disciplined breathwork, he forges his son into something steadier than most boys his age, preparing him for a future neither of them can fully see. By 1879, unrest coils through the country. Old loyalties are hunted. Food grows scarce in certain districts. Rumors move faster than horses. In the lord’s estate, Princess Aiko Takamori stands at the heart of fragile political balance, and Akelldema, still only fifteen, finds himself drawn into her orbit even as the ground shifts beneath them. When violence can no longer be contained, Akelldema, seventeen and nearing manhood, is chosen to escort Aiko and seven loyal companions across the Pacific to California. What awaits them is not only gold and opportunity, but the consequences of ambition unbound. In the American Wset, the brilliant and obsessive Dr. Nikolai Richtofen has traded provisions to a desperate tribe in exchange for their medicine man, seeking to master life itself. His experiments awaken a corruption that seeps into the blood, spreading by bite and turning the living into something hollow and driven by a darker will. Separated from the princess and believing his duty has failed, Akelldema is cast into a fronteir where greed, secrecy, and infection thrive in the shadows of mines and desert laboratories. Armed with his father’s teachings and the discipline to resist the taint in his own veins, he must hunt for the truth, protect what remains of his honor, and confront the man whose curiosity has begun to unravel the boundary between life and something far more dangerous.

Transmigrated into the body of a homely peasant girl, Juhua, she ignores people's looks of disdain or pity, like a wild chrysanthemum blooming wantonly, quietly opening in the fields and Zhang Yang-ing her vigorous vitality amidst the bleak autumn wind! When youth is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, love is also quietly watching… ************** Yuan Ye's new book, "Sun and Moon Shine Together," is now being uploaded. Friends, please add it to your collection, recommend, and support it. My deepest thanks!

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!

Ruan Susu, an older female otaku, transmigrated to become a young lady of the Duke Mansion in a fictional dynasty. Although she is an illegitimate child whose mother has died, her life is considered prosperous and luxurious! However, within half a month, Sister Ruan realizes she has transmigrated into a book about an illegitimate daughter striving for success! And she merely appears once at the beginning of the book, without even a name, only referred to as Thirteenth Lady, a Bystander! What's more tragic is that the Duke Mansion is about to face confiscation and exile, and Ruan Susu is about to swiftly change from a rich beauty to an Official Slave, feeling the universe's harsh malice coming at her, isn't she?

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]

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

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!

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.

Ji Cha's classic novel 'Chaotic World Book' has now officially published on WebNovel！ About its Copyright: The copyright of 'Chaotic World Book' fully belongs to qidian.com. At the same time, being the international branch of qidian.com, WebNovel has the official authority and consent to publish the English translated version of 'Chaotic World Book'. --------------------------------- With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm. The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive. As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by. Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.