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Haunted by the betrayal of his brother, Acea must find out the truth and perhaps, reclaim his throne.

*Not my image for the cover picture* A sacred tradition, an oath, a covenant. It was all destroyed by a supposed mistake. Long time suffering, pain, and anguish. And all it took was a mistake for it to vanish away completely. Ever since being born, Avery had a complicated life, from being born a stillborn and becoming the will of the moon goddess to marrying the king of the Draconu Kingdom who was a dragon while hiding his true identity. "Oh, what do we have here? A pretty looking thing, well a liar." The laugh was throaty and deep and had me in a chokehold.  Gods! This wasn't supposed to happen! "I had longed for relief a long time. Maybe someone just like me will help me find it." In the end, fate is the determining factor...

This is a story about a Villain and a Witch. Please note that this work will also be made available on Scribblehub and Royal Road, in addition to its initial publication here. Three years ago, the sky over the magical world of Nethermere cracked, spewing spaceships from a so-called "superior" civilization. Their invasion? A spectacular flop. King Burn of Soulnaught—the most powerful man alive, a tyrant, and a genius—crushed them. Or so the legend goes. But the invaders stayed, hawking shiny tech and worming their way into Nethermere’s future. Colonization loomed. Burn wasn’t having it. If anyone was going to conquer the world, it’d be him. And he succeede—nope. She happened. A maddeningly beautiful witch reset time itself—seven loops—undoing everything Burn worked for. Her curse turned him into a pawn in her twisted game. "Why? You're wondering if I've trapped you in a time loop?" she taunted, all smiles. "It’s not just a spell but a curse! Dear Villain, you are now Witchbound!" Burn, furious and cursing her name, didn’t know what infuriated him more: her power, her schemes, or the fact that her presence tempted him in ways he didn’t dare admit. Usually, the devil did the tempting. But when the angel was this seductiv—COUGH—manipulative, even the devil felt the chill. What to expect from this story: A time-loop-checkpoint conquest story where the end goal is conquering the universe. The MCs? A genuine, unapologetic villain rocking the Lawful Evil vibe and a devastatingly beautiful Chaotic Good witch. Dripping with sarcasm, paired with slow-burning worldbuilding so you'll figure things out as you go. It’s medium-paced, tackling heavy topics like politics, war, and tight plotting—but don’t worry, it's squeezed in romance-comedy breaks to keep you breathing. Speaking of romance, it’s one of the major centerpieces of the story. One female lead, no romantic drama. But beware: this story might have too much romance for you to handle. If you’re afraid of that, well... only cowards skip out on romance! Expect a cocktail of classic high fantasy tropes blended with science fiction. Think modern isekai/gate/space vibes, featuring magic, mecha, strong-to-stronger characters, manipulative masterminds, and deliciously insane moments. Add to that: character growth, intricate connections, a Seinen demographic focus, kingdom building, military campaigns, world invasions, an apocalyptic tone, and sprinkles of legends, myths, world lore, and fairy tales. You’re welcome.

The Aurelius, the Empire’s leading expedition airship, sets out to chart the frontier—where the last crew disappeared without a trace. Soren Eryndor, a quiet memoirist assigned to record the journey, expects routine observation. Instead, his notes begin to shift when reread. Footsteps echo on empty decks. Tension builds beneath the crew’s steady smiles. When the first crew member vanishes—silent, bloodless, impossible—Soren realizes something is watching their expedition. Ahead lies the ruin tied to the previous mission’s fate. Beside him stands Captain Atticus Riven—precise, unreadable, and carrying orders Soren isn’t meant to know. As the Aurelius drifts deeper into the frontier, Soren’s memoir becomes the only record of the truth. Because whatever is erasing the crew… may erase the memory of them next. ||||A slowburn BL steampunk mystery about the fragile lines between memory, reality, and the people who keep us anchored.|||| Author’s Note: This story is built from my own original plot, world, and characters. I draft and revise the chapters myself, with the help of AI-assisted writing tools for structure and speed. All final edits and creative decisions are mine. Thank you for reading — I hope you enjoy the journey.

Born from the gods of Life and Death, Nerisya is stolen as an infant during a divine betrayal that ignites a catastrophic war. Hidden among mortals, she grows conscious of her powers—unseen companions, death-sight, and a destiny feared by gods. Exiled by nobles, she reunites with her lover Amunet and rescues five extraordinary disciples whose fates intertwine with hers. Together they rise, shaping a new domain amid politics, deceit, and forbidden devotion. But when the traitor gods strike again, Nerisya dies—only to confront her past selves in the Abyss, resurrecting as a force capable of rewriting worlds.

Princess Elara has lived her entire life as a pawn in her father's game of power. She's never chosen her own dress, her own words, or her own path. And now, she cannot choose her own husband. The King has arranged her marriage to Prince Kael of Shadowmere, a kingdom wrapped in mystery, ruled by a family touched by ancient magic. They say Prince Kael is cursed. They say his shadow moves on its own. They say anyone who gets too close to him... disappears. But Elara soon discovers that rumors are only half-truths, and the darkness surrounding her new husband might be the least dangerous thing in her new home. Because Shadowmere holds secrets, secrets that could swallow kingdoms whole. And Elara, the forgotten princess who was never supposed to matter, might be the only one who can bring them to light. Or be consumed by them. In a world where power is everything and love is a luxury, can a caged princess and a cursed prince find freedom in each other? Or will the shadows claim them both?

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07

In an empire ruled by rigid discipline where even a crooked posture is a crime, two men fall into a forbidden love that could cost them their lives. Overwhelmed by desire for each other, they cross a line they never meant to, and fear drives them apart. For years, they avoid each other, trying to bury what they did. But fate is merciless. Reunited, they are forced into an even more dangerous bond: both must marry the Alpha Emperor’s daughter. Now, sharing a marriage bed with the very woman who could expose them, they struggle to smother the feelings that have only grown more desperate with time. Every glance is a risk. Every accidental touch is a threat. And yet… how can they deny what has always been impossible to control?

Born a disgrace to his prestigious clan, Lian Xing is a fifteen-year-old branded a useless failure. While his peers soar through cultivation stages, he remains stagnant, a servant in his own home. Publicly humiliated and left with nothing but his mother's last gift—a mysterious blue jade—Lian is at his lowest point. But when a desperate accident awakens the jade's true power, Lian discovers a hidden cultivation technique that promises not just power but a path to defy destiny itself. To survive, he must abandon his old life and embrace a dangerous new one. In a world where fate is absolute, will this fallen genius rise to reclaim his honor and shatter the chains of destiny to become an Immortal?

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets. Caught between the campus bad boy who protects her, the golden boy who regrets losing her, and the crown prince who becomes suspiciously attached to “Elliot,” she must hide the one thing that could expose her: she’s an Omega who doesn’t belong. Inside the Academy lies the truth behind Elliot’s disappearance—and the reason she might never make it out alive.

Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

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 .

Crown Prince Gu Lian was born brilliant—admired by all, his path seemingly carved in stone: ascend the throne and protect the realm. With a loyal general, A Lie; a peerless strategist, Ai Miao; and a fiancée hailed as the capital’s most beautiful woman, he was the perfect heir in the eyes of the world. At age ten, the arrival of Murong Che, a hostage prince from a neighboring kingdom, disrupted the calm like a stone cast into still waters. Gu Lian quickly noticed that Ai Miao, his deep-thinking advisor, paid this heterochromatic youth an unusual amount of attention. To Ai Miao, Murong Che was a flawless “creation”—a vessel to mold, a key piece in a bloodless conquest. But when Gu Lian realized his dreams were haunted not by his fiancée, but by Ai Miao, his life veered off course. On a stormy night at fifteen, stripped of pride, he begged: “I need your love, Ai Miao! I want your mind—so full of empire and ambition—to hold space for me, Gu Lian!” The Emperor and Empress, alarmed by the prince’s dependence and forbidden affection, issued a secret decree. Under the guise of “greater ambition,” Ai Miao was exiled to a foreign land, leaving behind a cruel misunderstanding: a silent departure that shattered Gu Lian’s heart. Five years later, Ai Miao returned triumphant. The prince he had mentored now sat as a puppet monarch; the neighboring kingdom was all but dissolved. But what awaited him was Gu Lian’s frozen hatred, the imperial couple’s silent threats, a scandalous trap of seduction—and a chasm between them that seemed impossible to cross. Misunderstandings, schemes, jealousy, and the weight of duty loomed large. Gu Lian was forged into a blade by pain; Ai Miao clung to his original vow in silence. Until an unexpected aphrodisiac incident ignited everything—burning away their masks. In the collision of desire and truth, they confirmed with their bodies the loyalty and longing that had never faded. “I’ll be your bedmate,” the once-proud prince whispered, stripped of all dignity, eyes burning with obsession. “Just don’t touch anyone else—man or woman. Ever.” And Ai Miao, the master tactician, finally lowered every defense. In the overwhelming tide of pleasure, he saw his heart clearly: All the flawless plans, all the legendary victories—none compared to holding this man. From wary tests to life-and-death trust, from heartbreak to reunion—they must face courtly daggers, imperial pressure, and the tangled mystery surrounding a diplomatic princess. Together, they will purge the rot within and beyond the palace. This is an epic of growth and guardianship. Witness a cold strategist who plots each step for love, with devotion that cuts to the bone; a young crown prince who clings to emotion and carves out a golden age. Two mighty souls, bound to each other alone. Watch them break every chain and write a royal legend unlike any before—at the very peak of power, side by side.

Amidst a shifting world of empires, faiths, and prophecies, the Ottoman Sultanate edges toward a new era as the world becomes influenced by prophecies of another world. A child is born into power, a family journeys east bearing hidden agendas, and both new & old forces stir beyond the empire’s borders. Unbeknownst to most, their paths will someday converge, shaping the destiny of a generation not yet aware of the storm they are inheriting. *This is an alternate history novel, there will be differences between this world histroy than ours. *The differences all have a reason that will be reavealed as the story progresses *The first few chapters are for world building purposes, they will not focus on the protagonist

When Dr. Lin, a modern trauma surgeon, races out in the middle of the night for an emergency operation, he expects another life-or-death battle in the operating room. He doesn’t expect to die on the highway... Waking up in the war-torn Song Dynasty, he finds himself armed with an enigmatic medical system but condemned as a criminal. Forced to serve on the brutal campaign against the Jin, he must use his knowledge to survive and rise to the top, in a place where his scapels are as vital as swords.

A cosmic court has condemned humanity. Seven immortal witnesses return to the dawn of civilization to prove — or disprove — its worth. Most fall. Power twists them into tyrants, idols, and architects of sterile utopias. Only one chooses another path. Across centuries, Enki walks among mortals unseen, planting knowledge instead of monuments, nurturing fragile lives instead of controlling them. He learns that meaning is not found in eternal empires, but in fleeting acts of grace — a hand lifted from mud, a garden built from flood-ruins, a child taught to listen to water. His defense is not glory. It is tenderness. It is persistence. It is humanity’s quiet refusal to stop loving, even knowing all things end. A mythic tale about time, loss, and choosing to build anyway. [Beneath the myth and the science fiction lies a simple, stubborn claim: this is not just a story. Enki was born in 2850 BC and has been carrying the memory ever since. The names are changed, the years shifted, the moons given new orbits, yet the resurrection happened, the desert temptation was real, the stone rolled away, and the Judge has been reigning ever since. Everything else — the Scrapbook, the 0.3%, the blind spot in the machine — is simply the record of those who kept looking up while the world looked down. Most have forgotten there is a sky vaster than any mind can hold, that Earth is a gift, not a possession, that God drew no borders and the birds still fly free without passports. Read it as fiction if you like. Some books are written so the truth can reach the few who still have ears to hear. This is one of them.] 2025 Mark Casa Nova (Original) You may share, translate, adapt, illustrate, animate, film, or perform this work freely — even commercially — on one unbreakable condition: Do not change the lesson. The resurrection happened. The stone was rolled away. Grace is real, borders are not, and the birds still fly free. Everything else — style, medium, language — is yours to play with. The core is not. That’s all I ask. [Mark K. Carlos]

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.

​Behind the hustle and bustle of the modern metropolis, a community of vampires is hidden in the shadows, bound by strict agreements that forbid romantic interaction with humans. ​Lyra Pramesti receives a prestigious scholarship for an internship in the Historical Artifact Restoration Division, located beneath the City Hall. She soon realizes that her workplace is not just an archive, but a gateway to an older, darker world. ​One night, while working overtime, she gets lost and discovers a magnificent hidden library in the depths. There, she meets Elias Volkov, the Keeper. Elias, with his mysterious aura and icy gaze, feels both attracted and threatened by Lyra. Lyra's blood emanates a resonance he hasn't felt for centuries, a scent that calms his cold soul, rather than just satisfying his thirst.

genderqueer, high fantasy, mystery, revenge, romance genres. tw: references to gore, sexual assault, blood, ptsd, death, genocide, and a blanket warning for violence. A millenium of forbidden witchcraft leads to trauma and revolution...Follow the stories of Misoon and Jae as they meet over an unlikely thievery in the famed kingdom of Vallness of Hibernia... (Currently posting worldbuilding myths before story posting)

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.