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In a world where power is never truly your own, Raijin Chrono walks a path filled with deception and secrets. The power he possesses didn't come easily—and the price he paid haunts him to this day. When unseen forces watch from the shadows and enemies whisper truths he'd rather deny, Raijin must discover what was taken from him... before the power within him consumes everything that's left of him. Because some things are unseen—until it's too late.

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.

If a Druid from the 16. century with unknown origins meets a female mage from the 21. century and they start uncovering secrets, what will happen? And what if her almost-fiancé also joins in on it?

Stella, a teenage student,is curious and passionate about sciences. On a bad day for her, she meets a girl who offers the opportunity to join a secret expedition to another continent. Due to her situation, Stella accepts the offer. But upon arrival, it quickly becomes clear that she got involved in something much more complicated than expected.

"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 mother. 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 princess, a cruel woman 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 woman 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!

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

A prophecy names one true moon. ----- Lyria has spent her entire life in the shadows — scorned, scarred, and invisible. The illegitimate daughter of a king who pretends she does not exist, she has learned to want nothing and expect less. But when fourteen alpha suitors arrive to compete for her sister's hand, five of the most powerful men in the kingdom cannot seem to stay away from the girl they were never meant to notice. Each one is powerful enough to shake kingdoms. Each one is drawn to her in ways that defy reason. But Lyria can only choose one, and the road to that choice will cost more than she ever imagined. And Jacinta will burn the kingdom down before she allows Lyria to take what she believes is hers.

if you want to read until the latest update, you can visit my patreon at patreon.com/caleredhair. thank you everyone! —— After being knocked out and abruptly awakened by a punch, Morin finds himself a prisoner of war. He initially believed he was in a world on the eve of a conflict similar to World War I, but quickly discovers the actual situation is far more bizarre. For starters, why is he, an Imperial soldier, allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault Troopers who look like walking Iron Cans carrying swords and shields, Armored Knights powered by a mix of diesel and Magic, and battle mages marching with the army… All of this tells Morin that this world has serious, fundamental issues. But his immediate concern is how to survive this conflict, a war ironically touted as ‘the war to end all wars.’ Key Elements: Magically Modified World War I Real Men Use Bolt-Action Rifles Diesel-Powered Armored Knights Airship Boarding Actions This is a Fans-Translations

"Die a pathetic nobody, Deborah. You never stood a chance against me." Those were the last words Queen Deborah heard before dying in a freezing prison cell. She was stripped of her crown, betrayed by her husband, the King, and replaced by a cruel, bewitching new woman who stole her entire life. But death refused to keep her. Waking up with a gasp, Deborah finds herself back in the past. It is the exact day her husband returns from the battlefield, proudly holding the hand of that same vile, gorgeous mistress. History is repeating itself right before her eyes. In her first life, she begged for his love and paid for it with her blood. In this life, she refuses to be the victim. Deborah faces a thrilling, dangerous choice: Force the king to fall desperately in love with her just to break his heart... or abandon him to ruin and take her ultimate revenge. Will she make him fall, or watch him burn?

Michael Jameston, a 55-year-old American book sales executive and former silkscreen craftsman, awakens to an impossible reality: he now inhabits the body of Constantine Palaiologos, Despot of Morea. Determined to survive, he sets out to reshape a world on the brink of monumental change. Join me on an epic journey as Michael crafts a new destiny and transforms the future of an empire! Read 15 chapters ahead on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/c/EMPIREREWRITTEN What to Expect: - Self-insert protagonist navigating medieval intrigue - Aside from a few shorter chapters at the beginning, each chapter ranges from 2,000 to 3,000 words. New chapters will be released consistently on Mondays and Thursdays, with occasional bonus chapters appearing on Fridays. - An alternate history of the Roman/Byzantine Empire revival. - Multiple POVs, with a focus on the main character - Realistic technological advancements integrated over time - No LitRPG or magical elements—just grounded historical fiction - A protagonist evolving as he adapts to his new medieval world - A deeply researched historical approach for an immersive experience

[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

Armed with fragments of memories from his past life and the ability to Fire Bend, I have to somehow survive in the Earth Kingdom as a Fire Nation descendant at the peak of the Hundred Year War until the Avatar comes back in 17 years as of writing this... Oh, man.

Warriors usually fall into three categories. The glory-seekers, the power-hungry, and the so-called heroes who die for a belief. But there’s a fourth kind, Skyre. They exist in a realm of their own. Glory, power, conviction—it’s all white noise to them. They fight simply to grow. For the fun of it. For the thrill of eternal progression.They don't care about kingdoms falling or statues built in their honor. To them, the battlefield isn't a tragedy—it's a playground, a crucible where they can push their limits until the world itself breaks. They break themselves just to see if they can grow back stronger. I see that same terrifying hunger in your eyes. I think you might be one of those monsters, Skyre. Am I right?" - Chapter 908

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.

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

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......

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."

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!