historical

In a court where power is never inherited, but taken, Mo Lingxi—an adopted noble daughter hiding a deadly secret—finds herself forced into a marriage with Prince He Yu, the emperor’s feared uncle who commands an army that answers only to him. She is an assassin who judges the corrupt in silence. He is a prince who rules from the shadows without ever touching the throne. Neither trusts the other. Both are using the marriage as a weapon. But when past wounds, buried truths, and a forgotten encounter begin to surface, their alliance becomes something far more dangerous than betrayal—something neither of them can escape. And in the imperial court, love is never just love… it is a blade waiting to fall.

While studying in the campus library, Skyre, the top freshman of a prestigious university, comes across a mysterious hexagonal object covered in an ancient language. The moment he touches it, he is suddenly teleported into the unknown world of Ceres. The moment he arrives, he find himself trapped in the prison of forgotten memories on the Island of Endless Storms. This island was created by a powerful Ancient hero to capture and imprison otherworlders. He spends years inside these shattered memories, witnessing major events of Ceres that have long been forgotten. The world of Ceres is a chaotic battleground of mysterious powerhouses—a silent war between natives and foreigners, heroes and legends. After many years, two enemy forces arrive on the island of endless storms to unravel its secrets, disrupting Skyre's only goal: to escape the chaos and simply live an ordinary life.

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.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) "You're going to be the death of me Aurelia." He muttered to her. "Valerian pls...am tired. You need to calm yourself." For heavens sake, he just made her have three orgasms while sore from the previous night. And he's seriously not trying to make her have the fourth one...is he? Breathing hardly now, his eyes locked on her lips. "You know that this one is your fault." "My fault?" She asked in shock. "What did I even do?" "You seduced me." He said and Aurelia was stunned speechless. With an erotic deep sound, valerian quickly descended his head as his mouth devoured hers with renewed vigour and primal hunger. It was as if he were so starved for her taste and was ravenous for her again. ****** 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-goddess 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. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. 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 Thunder, 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 husband's son who calls her mother. 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. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

Waking in a desolate desert with no memories, he is drawn by a voice and a mysterious guide, toward a path he cannot yet understand. He must decide if he will follow its guidance, or trust his own mind.

"Angels may be safe from damnation, but human beings are less fortunate things, and for them hell is always close." - Stephen King, The Eyes of the Dragon After living her life as one of the creators of the almighty empire, empress is punished for the wrong doings in her life. Hunted by the memories but also by someone else. In that reality she can either be caught or catch the hunter. The question is what are they willing to sacrifice in order to achieve the final goal and how much are they willing to sacrifice. You are invited to join this royal hunt. May your stay be comfortable and may God be with you.

Life in the orphanage is supposed to be simple: wake up, eat your cereal, and stay out of trouble. But for 14-year-old Erebus, life is defined by the things he isn't allowed to see. THIS IS ONE OF THE WORK, I WANNA BE REMEMBERED FOR, I MAY SOUND COCKY NOW, BUT GIVE IT A TRY AND YOU WONT REGRET

The Sultan's daughter. The Prince of an oppressed nation. A marriage forged in hatred. Almila was betrayed by the one person she should have trusted most: her father. Now, she seeks only one thing,revenge. Victor is a prince whose people were insulted and assimilated by the Sultan. He doesn't just want justice; he wants the Sultan’s throne. His offer to Almila is simple: "Marry me. Help me take the crown, and I will give you the revenge you crave." It was supposed to be a cold, calculated contract. But in a palace built on lies, can a bond born of vengeance survive? Victor wants the throne, but Almila’s heart is a labyrinth of shadows. If she betrays him to return to her father, Victor loses everything. In a game of love and betrayal, who will be the last one standing?

Rudra Pratap died a broken man in 2026, sacrificed on the altar of corporate corruption. He wakes up with a second chance in the most volatile decade of Indian history: the 1970s. It is an age of suffocation—where the License Raj strangles innovation and the government controls the means of production. But Rudra has brought something back from the future. Possessing a mysterious System that allows him to import 21st-century blueprints and foresee geopolitical shifts, Rudra begins his ascent. While others fear the impending war, Rudra sees a supply chain opportunity. While others beg bureaucrats for permits, Rudra buys the bureau.He is no longer the victim. He is the predator. His goal is not just wealth. He aims to forge an industrial empire so vast that operates in the shadows of global finance while building the spine of Indian industry. Watch Rudra Pratap turn a dying textile mill into a global empire, one crisis at a time. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1970s timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy. © 2026 Inkstory. All rights reserved. This story is published exclusively on Webnovel,Royal Road and Scribble Hub. If you are reading this on a pirate site, please report it.

His sister. His mate. She can only be one… and either choice will destroy them. Metheea Feylisse was raised in exile, hidden from the Dragon Prince who should have been her brother. Now she’s back in Katarthan under a false name, forced to train as a future bride… under his watch. Azrayel is powerful, ruthless, and impossibly drawn to her. If she’s the lost princess, she’s forbidden by blood. If she’s his fated mate, she’s forbidden by destiny. Either way, the closer they get, the hotter the fire burns— and when dragons burn, they burn for their bride. But when blood and destiny demand opposite things… which one will they betray? WARNING: Forbidden Relationship Trope Dub-con

[THIS IS MTL-ed NOVEL] In a chaotic era, survival is key; in a prosperous age, one seeks fame. The Great Yu Dynasty, weathered by time, still flourishes in its golden age. In the northwest, a young man traverses nine thousand miles on foot, slaying great demons alone, seeking glory and honor for a lifetime. At Dragon Lake, an unparalleled master arrives in the world, establishing a sect that will be remembered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a sage spreads his teachings to thousands, his disciples scattered across all provinces, leaving a legacy that endures through the ages. Meanwhile, within the courtyard of a prominent military family in Qingzhou City, a child idles away his days, caring little for proper pursuits, only interested in playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— ... A sword rises, creating a dragon’s mist three thousand miles long, cutting down all the cities of the nine provinces with one stroke! In the myriad laws of the world, only I enter the Dao. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naive Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin. With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago, right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there was only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime, too.” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

What happens when your world is turned upside down? Dragged from his boring life of monotony in a world with zero excitement, Amos is forced to adapt to his new life. But what surprises and adventures await him?

The Russian Empire will collapse. War will consume Europe. Ukraine will rise… only to fall into chaos. In 1900, Pavlo Skoropadskyi wakes up with knowledge of the future. He knows how it ends. A puppet Hetman. A broken country. A lost chance. This time, he refuses. Decades before the storm, he begins to prepare — building industry in the south, forging alliances among nobles, and shaping a power base strong enough to survive the coming collapse. But history does not change quietly. Empires will fall. Wars will come. And the more he tries to rewrite the future… the more dangerous it becomes.

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.

Gu Fei, a rookie who didn't survive past three episodes in the apocalypse, transmigrates to ancient times with a pocket dimension and becomes a maid in the Marquis Mansion. As soon as she arrives, she encounters the confiscation of the family's property and is sold off. After much difficulty, she is bought back by her family. Following that, her hometown suffers a three-year drought with no harvest, and Gu Fei flees the north with her family. Along the way, countless people have starved to death on the road. Gu Fei: "Don't be afraid, we have food in our pocket dimension." On the road ahead, bandits and refugees run rampant. Gu Fei: "Fear not, we have weapons in our pocket dimension." When their Silver coins runs out, Gu Fei leads her entire family to farm and open an inn to get rich, and along the way, she captures a young, domineering Princely Heir. The naive Princely Heir: "My wife can always conjure up many strange and peculiar things. My wife must be a little fairy."

An elderly rural grandmother is reborn to the time before her wedding. Unable to part with her filial children, she has no choice but to reform her husband who is hot-tempered, blindly filial, but truly dotes on their children. An elderly rural grandfather is reborn back to the time before his matchmaking meeting. His goal in this life is to dote on his wife, spoil their children, dote on his wife some more, and dote on his wife......

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

Tang Wanwan never imagined that she would find herself in Daxia Country. This place is utterly destitute and impoverished. Her father died unexpectedly, and her mother is left with her younger brother and sister, while she herself has a gravely ill older brother. Fortunately, with her skills at hand, she doesn't have to worry about anything. However, once her days got better, envy came knocking at her door, relatives came recognizing ties, and even those with old feelings sought her out. Do you all think my place is a charity? Everyone, get as far away as possible from me. Once she chased everyone away, her ears enjoyed much more peace. But there was one person she accidentally lost; should she go and find him back? ---This book is about leisurely making money, Armor Master, medical skills, farming, technical expertise, and cultivating immortality.