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His Crimson Obsession

At fourteen, Eiravyne was branded by her father. She believed it was punishment for her flaws: her lack of beauty, her weakness, her unworthiness. Years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, Eiravyne learns the horrific reality: the burn was not born of cruelty alone, but part of a ritual, one that bound her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a cold and power-hungry Duke her family taught her to fear. Forced into engagement with the merciless Duke, Eiravyne is thrust into a world of dark politics and ruthless ambition. Her already fractured identity is torn further apart when she discovers that the family who raised her were not her blood. She is the last living heir of the Sangrevers, a feared and hated bloodline known for their seductive cunning, their hunger for power, and their destruction at the king’s command. But amid the betrayal and manipulation stands Urag Romani , the King's Sorcerer, her childhood friend, the only person she ever trusted . Like her, Urag was raised under the cruelty of her mother. Like her, he bears invisible scars. Fiercely loyal, yet wrapped in mystery. To survive, she must embrace the darkness of her lineage(her potent blood) or be destroyed by it. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers ,obssessive male lead, a lot of intimacy,powerful couple. Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Isaac_black · 458.6k Views

Type-Moon: Simulation Starts from Greece

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant chuunibyou style lines during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... ______ I've used AI for translation during the earlier chapters, so read only if you can beat it...After 100, I've used Web version and translated it myself with Grammarly as tool. Ok that's it. I'll write NSFW scenes myself, when they appear. Also, I won't be dropping it. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)... ....... For more info you can visit: Patreon.com/abhi28
Abhii_28 · 1.4m Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 186.4k Views

Ghost in the palace

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.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 245.3k Views

Oops, My Ex Is the Emperor Now

Acquainted for five years, married for two — Mu Wan Yun had always felt her husband didn't love her at all, that he'd married her only out of pity. So when the Duke Mansion, the family who abandoned her as a child, finally came to take her home on the condition that she divorce her husband, she wrote the letter of divorce without a second thought. -- Acquainted for five years, married for two — Lu Jingxing had always believed he and his wife were deeply in love. He'd even gone as far as threatening his Imperial Father to grant Mu Wan Yun the title of Crown Princess Consort. He had planned to bring his wife back to Chang'an to be his princess, but was met with a letter of divorce instead. The woman he believed was madly in love with him had actually divorced him. -- Mu Wan Yun thought that after returning home, she'd be the high and mighty Second Miss of the Duke Mansion. She never expected the family she had longed for was a pack of wolves and tigers. After barely escaping their clutches, Mu Wan Yun was filled with regret for divorcing her husband. She wanted to return to the village, make amends, and live a blissful life with him. But she never imagined her husband was actually the newly enthroned emperor — an emperor who held a deep-seated hatred for the Mu Family!!! Even more unthinkable — the husband she had always believed didn't love her had long ago arranged for her the supreme position of imperial consort. Yet she had divorced him for the family that had abandoned her. And so, she could only silently embark on the path of winning her husband back…
May Pomelo · 95.4k Views