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General Lyra, a war-weary commander, discovers a mysterious young woman named Selene on a battlefield. Selene has no memory of her past but possesses a miraculous ability to heal others. Lyra, recognizing her as a potential, takes Selene under her protection. As the two grow closer, their bond is tested by the suspicion of Lyra's lieutenant, a brutal kidnapping, and a fierce battle that forces Lyra to make a ruthless choice to protect Selene's secret. Their journey transforms into a quest for the truth behind Selene's identity, Amidst the court politics and growing danger, Lyra and Selene's developing feelings for each other. Follow their perilous journey as they navigate a world of war, secrets, and an undeniable love that threatens to expose them both.

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.

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

Plum blooms is (梅花, méihuā) is a type of flower that represents resilience & perseverance and it is admired for the ability to bloom in the harsh environments thus ut symbolising strength & hope in face of hardship. A girl who watch her father and older brother goes off to war. Her brother never return but her father return crippled. They are farmers and she have to take care of her mother and a pair of twins siblings. Another war comes and the army demand a man from every family. She have no choice, she dress up as a man and enter the army. Many years later she return. All is at peace but inside her, the terror of what she see hunts her every night. She hears the drums beats overnight. Till one day her general comes knocking on her door. They fall in love but it was not meant to be as he is from the upper class and she is the lower class. He soon married and she goes on to live as a farmer for her family. Until many years later, he return to her.

Elara ran from her abusive husband in the middle of the night. She never made it home. After a fatal accident, she wakes up in Vorath — a brutal world where women are nothing more than property, sold to the highest bidder and forced to kneel before powerful men. Clumsy. Weak. Powerless. That’s what they think she is. But Elara has already survived one monster. She refuses to bow again. In a kingdom built on chains, she will rise. In a world that sells women, she will take the throne. And this time… she won’t run.

In 2025, Eshaan Vikram Shresth is an archaeology professor at the New Nalanda University - brilliant, overlooked, and quietly consumed by a love of civilizations that died before the world could appreciate them. When he follows a hidden alignment in the ruins of the original Nalanda into a subterranean sanctum, he stumbles upon a secret the world has kept for over two millennia. The Nine Unknown Men, the legendary society founded by Emperor Ashoka the Great after the Kalinga War, are real. They have kept their vigil across centuries, guarding nine books of knowledge so dangerous that no single era could be trusted with them. And one of those books - the Ninth, has been waiting. For him. The Quill of Sociogenesis, dark and iridescent and impossibly alive, does not ask Eshaan's permission. It chose him. And next thing Eshaan knew, he is ten years old, frail, suffering from a disease and lying in a clerk's house in Pataliputra and the year is 1178 CE. He carries two things into this new life: the accumulated knowledge of a modern historian who has spent his career studying exactly what went wrong with India, and the mark of a cosmic mandate written in his own flesh. He knows the invasions coming. He knows the betrayals, the fractures, the missed chances. He has read every book, studied every empire that rose and fell in this soil. Now he will build the one that doesn't. Disclaimer - This Novel series is an Isekai medieval India historical fiction. I don't wish to hurt anyone's feelings and would like to trace an alternative history for Indian Subcontinent, exploring the possibilities if the events unfolded in a different way.

Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

Reborn in 20th century Bharat, a man wakes up with memories of his past life and an extraordinary system that gives him knowledge, skills, and strategies far beyond his time. The world he once lived in taught him that power belongs to the few—old money, entrenched empires, and secret networks that pull strings from the shadows. This time, he refuses to be just another pawn. Armed with his system, he begins a meticulous journey to dismantle these powers from the inside out. No empire is too strong, no influence too hidden. Every move he makes is calculated, every step designed to strip the powerful of their control and leave nothing behind. What begins as a personal mission soon escalates into a full-scale challenge to the very structure of society. As he navigates the complexities of the 20th century, he must deal with rivals, unexpected allies, and the harsh realities of a world unprepared for someone who can foresee and manipulate outcomes with surgical precision. The system is a double-edged sword: it grants him immense advantage, but it also comes with risks he cannot ignore. This story is not just about revenge or rebellion—it is about rewriting history, reshaping power, and testing the limits of human ambition. In a world governed by hierarchy and influence, he proves that one determined mind, armed with foresight and strategy, can topple even the mightiest of empires. For readers who love thrilling strategy, high-stakes revenge, and relentless action, this story offers a masterclass in calculated power, cunning moves, and the rise of a force that leaves no crumbs behind. IF YOU LIKED AND ENJOYED MY STORY ,YOU CAN SUPPORT ME HERE... UPI ID - shaishabbarua24326@oksbi

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"When the Shan Hai Jing stops being a bedtime story and starts being the truth, something ancient and hungry wakes up in the dark under our feet. It’s got teeth from a time before God had a name, and it’s coming for us. Humankind won't be a civilization anymore; we’ll just be meat on the table." 山海经 不再是传说... 古牙 从地脉苏醒，吞噬人间！ Gruesome slaughters broke out all at once across the globe, a supernatural bloodbath with no earthly explanation. A shadowy outfit that’s been operating since the Song Dynasty finally dug up the truth—and it was a nightmare. Those things aren't bedtime stories anymore; they’re the 'beasts' from the Shan Hai Jing. They’re real, they’re awake, and they’re coming for us. It isn’t just about the hunger for human meat, either. They’re looking to wipe us off the map entirely. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s our own fault. Maybe we’ve spent so many centuries stacking up our own filth that it became a long-distance call to the dark. An invitation they couldn't refuse.

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!

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.

An ordinary person from modern times who knows nothing accidentally travels back to the early 1950s. What? This is my wife, who is 1.9 meters tall, with fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs. She is afraid that I will leave her and is always submissive in front of me. Every beautiful woman I meet is involuntarily drawn to me. I can only take my golden finger with me to my grave.

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.

What if, in an alternate universe, Lord Krishna never existed during the era of the Mahabharata? What if Karna was never found by a charioteer, but was instead taken away by the Sun God, Surya, when Kunti abandoned him? Instead of being called as Sutaputra or Radheya, what is he is called the son of Goddess Sangya? What if Karna’s birth was not an accident but carried a cosmic purpose? In this world, with no Lord Krishna, the enemies whom he slew, like Narakasura and Kamsa, exist... their actions bound to leave deep marks on history. And what happens to the Pandavas with no Lord Krishna to show them the way? Will they be forced to take drastic steps? How would the history turn out? This fanfiction reimagines the epic with Karna at its center, not only as a warrior caught in royal conflicts of the Kuru Dynasty, but as a man searching for the true reason behind his existence. **** Note: This is just a fanfiction. Don't take it too seriously about certain events or actions.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible, drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive, I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro, the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva, is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny, one disastrous choice at a time.

Introduction: A shocking plan took away her first time. The once loving and sweet relationship was buried in the cold. "Since you are pregnant, let's get married. It just so happens that I don't like you, and you don't like me either." The aloof and charming Yin Sichen threw down a paper contract: "We are just a contract couple." Gu Xixi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly the man who signed the contract ignored her resistance and declared his possession to the whole world. Yin Sichen, what are you going to do?Yin Sichen smiled charmingly: "Honey, it's time for us to have a second child!"