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Fae and Trouble

Kirin asks the gods for beauty and heroes. What he gets is a beautiful bastard with a talent for burning things and charming people before he murders them. The hooded head turned sharply in Kirin’s direction. “Come out of there, little bird. You might burn your feathers.” It did not sound threatening, yet the mockery in it was unmistakable. Kirin gritted his teeth and straightened. Gripping the hilt of his dagger, he stepped out to face the demon. “Who are you?” he growled, doing his best not to show his fear. As if in answer, the stranger lowered the hood to reveal a cascade of chestnut brown hair and sharp features that were almost frightening in their perfection. Kirin looked into the green, wildcat eyes, then launched forward. He hit the demon in the ribs and broke past him, but a strong hand seized his arm and forced it behind his back. An iron grip clamped onto his shoulder. “Wily little bird,” the stranger hissed. “I am not your little bird,” Kirin growled. He jerked his head back. There was a satisfying crack as his skull hit against bone. The grip loosened, but the feeling of triumph vanished instantly as his feet were kicked from under him. Kirin desperately grasped for something to break his fall and caught the hem of the long green cloak. The smug grin on the demon’s face faltered as he stumbled forward and lost his footing. Kirin hit the ground, bracing for the weight to follow, but the man just dropped to his knees astride him, grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. Even in his terror, Kirin was acutely aware of the strong thighs pressing against his hips and the firm chest pressing against his own. The man’s long hair brushed against his cheeks and neck. It carried the scent of cut grass and spring meadows that reminded him of home. The thought disoriented Kirin, and his gaze fixed on the full lips, inches away from his own. They curled into a feral smile as the stranger spoke. “I never said you were mine.”
Helena_Wolf_9834 · 34.4k Views

The Bride of the Storm Lord: Stormborne's Desire

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) 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.
Unique_A · 78.5k Views

The Traveller was a Princess

Ever since Aiden’s death, nights have become unbearable, quiet, suffocating, and filled with memories that refuse to fade. It is on one such day, when despair weighs heavier than reason, that Claire crosses paths with a ragged beggar in a forgotten alley. After saving him from harm, he presses a simple, weathered watch into her palm and whispers a warning disguised as a promise: "The watch can turn back time." Claire dismisses it as madness. And yet when night falls and loneliness tightens its grip, she finds herself clutching the watch in the dark, tears soaking her sleeves, and a heart aching for the man she lost. With nothing left to believe in, she closes her eyes and wishes just once to see Aiden again. Time answers... But not as she expects. Instead of returning to the day Aiden dies, Claire awakens in another timeline entirely reborn as Princess Clara Ashford of Vandenberg, a royal bound by duty, secrets, and a fate already in motion. In this world, Aiden lives as a duke under a different name Caelum Ren Sinclair, a young general celebrated for his unparalleled swordsmanship and unwavering loyalty to the crown. As Claire realizes that saving Aiden means more than stopping a single death, she must uncover the truth behind Clara’s identity, the fragmented memories locked, and the hidden connections binding the people around her; alliances, betrayals, and secrets long buried by time. To save Aiden, Claire must understand who Clara truly was… and decide whether changing the past will cost her the future... Because in this world, love is both her greatest strength... and her greatest risk.
AeoshabelleSkye · 6.3k Views

[GL] I'm Just A Side Character... So Why Is The Heroine Chasing Me?!

In her previous life, Bethany was a top-tier survivor in an apocalyptic world where clean water and food was rarer than diamonds and betrayal came quicker than bullets. Ruthless, smart, and fiercely adaptive, she rose to become the leader of The Red Dawn Alliance, a powerful syndicate of Awakened ability users. But just when she thought she'd secured peace for her people, her most trusted aide and the only friend she dared to have stabbed her in the back in exchange for power. Literally. Now, Bethany wakes up… not dead, not in the apocalypse but inside a historical Chinese novel called Crimson Blossoms Under Heaven, a dark revenge drama she had once binge-read for the plot (and the hot male lead). She’s not the heroine. Nope. Instead, she had become Lan Yue, a lowly handmaiden doomed to die after betraying her mistress, the novel’s brilliant heroine. A cannon fodder side character destined to be nothing more than a footnote. But Lan Yue had no intention of playing her role. Why fight for someone else’s glory? Why throw herself into dog-blood drama filled with betrayal, revenge, and endless schemes? All she wanted was simple: Eat good food. Sleep as much as she wanted. Live quietly, far away from the chaos. Unfortunately… the heroine had other ideas. At first, her smiles were sweet, her words dripping with warmth. But the more time passed, the more Lan Yue noticed something was wrong. The heroine’s touches lingered too long. Her gaze burned hotter than it should. And instead of chasing the male lead, she clung closer and closer to her. “Lan Yue,” the heroine’s lips curled in a chilling smile, “Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine.” Lan Yue: “...” Wait. Weren’t you supposed to love the hero?! Please also check out my other books Why Is Every Male Lead Obsessed With Me?! (BL) #Quick Transmigration Love Me, Bury Me: Restart the End #Isekai
evelyn_thorn17 · 52.9k Views

Supreme Viking System

Supreme Viking System is a brutal power-fantasy reborn at the dawn of legend. One moment, Anders Skjold is a modern man with a sharp engineer’s mind. The next, he awakens as a newborn in a smoke-filled Viking longhouse—surrounded by iron, fire, and gods who should not yet exist. Before panic can take hold, a cold blue interface ignites before his eyes. The Supreme Viking System has chosen a host. Forged by Odin himself to create the perfect warrior for Valhalla, the System grants levels, stats, skills, and quests—but it does not care about mercy. Daily trials harden the body. Weekly challenges test loyalty and leadership. Saga-level quests reshape history. And every choice carries consequences written in blood and rune. Armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, Anders begins to rise—not as a lone berserker, but as a king. Villages become fortresses. Clans become armies. Trade routes, war doctrines, and forgotten technologies bend the Viking Age in terrifying new directions. The gods watch closely… and some are not pleased. Loki has already played his trick. Thor sees a challenger. Freyja sees potential—and desire. As war, conquest, politics, and passion intertwine, Anders builds a kingdom powerful enough to shake Asgard itself. Allies gather. Rivals fall. Bonds form with fierce shield-maidens, noble warriors, and dangerous women touched by fate—each drawn to the rising legend he is becoming. This is not a story of survival. It is a story of dominion. Reincarnation. A ruthless system. Norse gods and divine schemes. Kingdom building on the edge of myth. Power, loyalty, ambition—and desire. Valhalla was never meant to be earned like this.
Gene_Johnson_9742 · 3.6k Views