historical

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

I am not a hero, but I once dreamed of becoming one. However, fate and the world conspired to shatter my dreams. This world was created by light and darkness, by heroes and villains. If everyone wants to be a hero, then who will be the villain? The world laughed at my suffering and called it justice. I used to believe them. I don't anymore. And so, I was forced into a role I never wanted—the villain. Yet every step I take feels like betraying those who love me, those who believed in me and sacrificed everything so I could survive. I am not a villain, nor are the others. There are no evil people in this world; they are victims of societal cruelty and the system. Destiny is not something you can reject… but you can choose how you live it. Darkness is not the opposite of light… it is where light is born and dies. And I? I am the end of everything.

"The masterminds are cooler than heroes," I mutter as I stare at the chess pieces before me. It is easier to be the one who sits in the shadows and moves the pieces, likewise deciding the flow of the game. Heroes will foolishly sacrifice their lives for the good cause and villains will sacrifice the world for their own gain, but masterminds will use both the heroes and villains to their own benefit. Why, you ask? Well, that's because I've lost my life once while trying to be a hero so, I don't want that anymore. I'd rather be a mastermind who molds the world as per my convenience and live peacefully. Because, why not? *** [Defender of Divine Glory says you are the hope of this world.] What? [Goddess of Wisdom believes that you will be the one to save the world.] Wait, what?! [Propose the Grand Duke the idea of a fake marriage.] And, why would I do that?! [Stop the assassination of Prince Eric.] Why would I save him?! [The candidates for the throne are:... Who will you choose?] Ah! I give up... It seems like a curse that anyone who wishes for a slacker life in Isekai will have to go through the most troublesome things. In my past life, I died because of one rookie mistake but after being transmigrated in the world of fantasy I've gotten an opportunity to start afresh, but unlike the protagonists who look for their love and glory, I'd rather make money and live a life of a slacker. I have magic, I have power and I have money, what else do I need? Well, that was the plan but this damn system is getting on my nerves. I mean who in their sane mind would want to mess with the complicated royal family and political affairs? But that's not all though. I've also become the saviour of this world. Things just can't be anymore worse! Besides, the penalty of failing this quest is... [Failure: Destruction of the World.] It seems like if I screw up in selecting the right person then the destruction that is going to befall the world won't be stopped. If I speak of my reward then it's this vague thing. [Reward: Fulfillment of any wish.] "If that's the case then, I'd rather choose the person who would be the best fit for the throne." And that's how I decided that I would become the Kingmaker.

Red-haired Evelyn Thornecliff is a pariah in her own home, ignored by her parents and haunted by her brother’s tragic death. Yet her deepest trauma is her secret: a secret she swore to take to her grave, but, because of betrayal and heartbreak, she is bound to be discovered, and soon. In a world that hangs "witches," Eve lives in terror of her own heat but only one man can offer her salvation. The catch? There's none, or so he says.

“Merely countering my attacks….” Our swords met again, sparks flying like fire and shadow entwined, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but steel, breath, and the silent rhythm of life and death. “…will gain you nothing” The provocation worked. His eyes narrowed, a flash of a smile tugging at my lips, and Yugo attacked. He moved with precision and speed; each strike was a challenge. We separated from a moment, each of us ready for the next strike— I made my move, stepping forward to strike—but then—suddenly—I froze. Pain erupted before I even realized it. A sharp arrow tore through the air and pierced me from behind. My breath caught in my throat. Another followed almost instantly, thudding into my shoulder The metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. My heart pounded. Blood poured freely from my abdomen and shoulder, warm and biting as it ran down my skin. A third arrow struck my hand, reason why I had to let go of my sword. I saw how he froze, caught off guard by the sight. I stepped back, instinctively pressing my hands against the blood gushing from my wounds, the warmth sharp against my skin. Yet a smile curved my bloody lips Behind me, the cliff yawned, the cold wind rushing up from its depths, carrying the scent of snow and stone. “Yugo...” I whispered, voice strained but calm, “…if I am bound by the four pillars of the judgment chamber one more time---" “---I will confess.” The snow swirled around us, carried on the bitter winter breeze. “I confess… that I did, slaughter and murdered the city” “…This time I will not defend myself--- you know.” The winter breeze swept past, carrying flakes of snow that fell silently from the darkened sky. “Arsinoe—" I smiled, even as the arrow burned through me. “Because this time… it is no longer accusation. I committed a crime Yugo. I brought this fucking rebellion, and myself is the witness to their desperate, begging cries.” I saw him step forward instinctively eyes wide, as I let myself fall backward over the cliff’s edge. Everything seemed so slow, as I hovered in the midair Wind whipped past, tugging at my hair. As a tiny glacier of snow drifted lazily from the midnight sky, glittering like frozen fire. The moon hung impossibly high, fascinating. Casting a pale light that made the snowflakes shimmer like stars falling just for me. My chest raced, heart hammering against ribs…. …. Yet my lips curved into a smile.

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.

Celvian was born into House Solmar of the Sun Clan, destined for divine glory. Instead, the Moon Goddess marked him - a blessing that became a curse in a world where her power is considered worthless. Stripped of everything he once was, Cel must survive in a world threatened by rift-creatures, where only Chosen Ones blessed by Gods stand between humanity and extinction. The Moon Goddess chose him for reasons beyond understanding. Whether that choice will forge him into a savior or twist him into something far more dangerous depends on how much of himself he is willing to give up.

"You want to leave me?" Wanqing asked, her voice lacking emotion. "Who do you think you belong to?!" **** Lin Anning died in a snowstorm after being betrayed by her husband and her step brother. But instead of resting in peace, she wakes up in the body of a slave girl in ancient China. Yes, a mere slave girl! While trying to escape and find a way home, she crashes into the cold and unforgiving noblewomen Gu wanqing. Instead of begging for forgiveness, Anning chose to run. Sadly, Wanqing has her dragged back, slaps her for her insolence...and then buys her. Something about the girl reminds wanqing of the white tiger she once raised; beautiful, defiant and unwilling to bow in submission. But Gu Wanqing is betrothed to the crown prince, a cruel man who demands absolute obedience from his woman. As Anning's rebellious soul begins to crack Wanqing's frozen heart, the dangerous connection between them eventually draws the attention of the most powerful man in the empire. And in a world where a slave's life is worth less than air, defying fate may eventually cost them everything. Will Lin Anning defy fate by loving Gu Wanqing or will this forbidden relationship lead to their demise? Find out!

A marriage built on deception. A love neither expected. And a truth that could destroy them both. **** He married a stranger. She became the only truth he ever wanted. When Adrian Alaric Montrose, a duke of Langford, agrees to an arranged marriage, he expects a union of convenience, nothing more. But the quiet grace of his new wife disarms him, her warmth awakening a tenderness he never imagined. What he doesn’t know is that his duchess is not Lady Evelina Harcourt at all, but Clara Whitlow, a humble girl who traded her freedom for her mother’s life. **** She stepped into another woman’s world— and found the one man who could see her truth. Clara Whitlow never meant to deceive anyone. But when desperation forced her into a noblewoman’s place, she became the Duchess of Langford overnight. Cold halls turned warm beneath her care, and the duke who’d never known love began to fall for her kindness, her laughter, her heart. But secrets can only sleep for so long. When the truth surfaces, Clara must face the man she loves, and the ruin her love has wrought. BOOK TROPES: Arranged Marriage Marriage of Convenience (turned real love) Identity Swap / Impostor Bride Forbidden Love Class Difference Romance Hidden Identity Love Born from Deception Slow Burn Romance The Duke Falls First Found Family Redemption & Forgiveness Emotional Reveal / Secret Comes Out

                        They say home is where the heart is, but her heart has always lived elsewhere. It lived in the smell of paddy fields on a village she have never been to. It lived in the sound of a bustling marketplace in a village whose name she did not know. It lived in the quiet, aching gaze of a man she had never met, yet loved with a familiarity that terrified her. She was a stranger in her own skin, a protagonist unaware that her current life was merely a quiet interlude between the chapters of a much louder, deeper story—a story that had already ended, yet refused to die....

Jin Yue survives by staying unseen. In the river-slums of the capital, he lives as a nameless wanderer...quiet, careful, and determined never to draw attention. But when a patrol leader intervenes in a moment he should not have, Jin Yue realizes something has changed. Someone has noticed him. As rumors spread of a mysterious “Moon Ghost” who hunts criminals under cover of night, the city prepares for a grand tournament...an event meant to uncover hidden talents and dangerous anomalies alike. Jin Yue wants nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, the tournament is designed to catch people exactly like him. Drawn into the spotlight against his will, Jin Yue finds himself entangled with the very man tasked with hunting the Moon Ghost, an upright cultivator whose interest feels disturbingly familiar, and dangerously personal. Beneath moonlight and blood, past ties begin to surface, secrets stir, and a truth long buried threatens to tear the empire apart. Some ghosts are born from hatred. Others are born because the world never gave them a place to live.

In the dying years of the Ming Empire, as famine and rebellion tear the land apart and the dead rise in a plague that defies heaven itself, Feng Kuan is a broken man. Once a respected captain, the forty eight year old soldier was cast out in disgrace after his troop was slaughtered due to corrupt orders from above. Now he wanders the ravaged borderlands as a drunkard, drowning his shame in cheap sorghum baijiu. When he stumbles into a remote mountain temple seeking shelter, he finds only death and a five month old infant girl, the sole survivor of a massacre. As grotesque jiangshi stiff, regenerating corpses that cannot be killed by blade alone swarm the temple, Feng Kuan makes a desperate discovery: fire is the only thing that can truly destroy them. In a moment of chaos, spilled liquor and sparks turn his dao into a burning weapon. With nowhere to run and no safe haven left in the collapsing empire, Feng Kuan takes the nameless child with him. What begins as bitter resentment slowly becomes an unbreakable chain. The infant’s cries constantly betray their position to the undead, forcing him into brutal, exhausting fights he can barely survive at his age. There is no cure, no sanctuary, and no hope of restoring the Ming. Only the endless road, starvation, infected wounds, and the weight of a child who is not his. Across ruined villages, rebel held territories, and plague-stricken wilderness, Feng Kuan fights not for victory or redemption, but because stopping would mean admitting the darkness has already won. He protects the girl through ambushes, moral horrors, and crushing despair, even as every “safe” place burns and every small mercy is ripped away. The Burden of Ash is a relentless tale of survival and reluctant humanity in a world without salvation. In the spirit of grimdark classics, it explores how far a broken man will go when the only meaning left in his life is the very thing that may destroy him.

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.

Richard Neitzmann has £27.40 left, a failing system around him, and no remaining path forward. His work is taken. His house is gone. His mother lies in a hospital bed inside a process that moves too slowly to save her. Richard can see exactly where everything is breaking. He just has no authority to change it. Then something answers him. A hidden intelligence calling itself Descartes offers a single possibility: Change your position in time. Minutes later, Richard wakes in Europe in 1347. The plague has already begun. His phone still functions—but it is no longer just a device. Through ChronoNet, Richard gains access to something far more dangerous than information: The ability to see patterns before they happen. At first, it helps him survive. Then it makes him useful. Then it makes him impossible to ignore. As disease spreads through streets, markets, and trade routes, Richard begins to understand the real structure of collapse: movement, contact, labour, fear. And once he sees it, he cannot stop himself from acting. But knowledge does not stay neutral. Every correct decision gives him influence. Every influence reshapes the city. Every change draws attention. From priests. From merchants. From those who profit from chaos. And from something behind ChronoNet that may not be guiding him at all. Because the question is no longer whether Richard can change history. It is whether he is the one making the decisions. Or the one being selected. New chapters released daily.

1979 Manila at the height of martial law, the story unfolds in a city where curfews silence the streets and truth disappears as quickly as the people who dare to speak it. Where fear, power, and silence dictate the streets. Detective Torres is no stranger to the darkness that lurks beneath the city's neon glow. But when a routine missing persons case unravels into something far more sinister, he finds himself entangled in a web of political conspiracies, underground resistance, and buried secrets that those in power would kill to keep hidden. With informants who trade truth for survival and allies who may already be compromised, Torres finds himself increasingly isolated. And when the case begins to mirror a buried chapter from his own past, the line between duty and defiance begins to fracture. In a city where justice is dictated by those in power, It is in his hands to decide whether uncovering the truth is worth the lives it will endanger—including his own.

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!" Author's Note- This story is complete with two extra chapters at the end. Check out my other story- Villain's favorite Exorcist. [Unhinged Mafia Heir ML (19yrs) X Innocently Aloof Older Exorcist MC (24yrs)]

Ronx gets taken out of his normal life and is forced to join the dangerous organization called "Undead Crow", Which is an organization that eliminates criminals with powerful abilities. The story is taken place in the Victorian era but still has modern stuff like guns or coffee shops.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

The fjord lay calm, its surface like polished glass, reflecting the leaden clouds hanging in the sky. Flocks of ravens circled back and forth, heralding the bitter northern winds soon to sweep southward. This was the very first scene the protagonist beheld after traveling through time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He had become nothing more than an ordinary self-sufficient farmer, with only a barren, desolate wheat field to his name. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust. The world lay shattered, kings waged endless wars against one another, and in this turbulent, dark Middle Ages, his first task was simply to survive—then, somehow, to find a way to end the chaos… .......... HeadOver to my patreon for 75+ advanced chapters: patreon.com/YonkoSlayer

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.