historical

Love of Fortune and Steel is a historical fantasy that weaves together romance, comedy, adventure, and the clash of worlds. James, a modern-day banker with an unwavering passion for history, experiences an extraordinary transformation during a routine museum visit. A mysterious supernatural force transmigrates him into a parallel medieval realm—a world familiar yet distinctly altered with its own unique nations, rulers, customs, and the presence of mana, a mystical energy that enhances martial prowess. In this enigmatic land, James encounters Bisera, a formidable and strikingly beautiful general of the Vakerian Empire, locked in a desperate struggle against the powerful Gillyrian Empire. Utilizing items granted by the supernatural entity, James saves Bisera’s life. Grateful and believing him to be a divine emissary sent by the Universal Spirit in response to her prayer, Bisera invites James to join her in defending the Vakerian Empire. As two souls isolated by their disparate worlds, a profound romance swiftly ignites between them. However, Bisera’s devout faith and the heavy burden of her responsibilities compel her to restrain their relationship, fearing that any overt passion might conflict with her duties and incur the wrath of the Universal Spirit, condemning their souls and the Vakerian Empire to ruin. James, enthralled by Bisera’s personality and talent, finds himself irresistibly drawn to her, yet frustrated by the invisible barriers she maintains. The vast differences in their worldviews and customs, coupled with James’s determination to return to his own world—an eventuality that might irrevocably separate them—act as chains on their blossoming love. With his modern knowledge and items, along with Bisera’s reliance on him, James quickly becomes an invaluable asset to the Vakerian Empire. However, this also makes him a target of Vakerian court politics and Gillyrian diplomacy. Their bond is further tested with the arrival of Saralta, a bold and free-spirited cavalry commander from the Vakerian steppes. In stark contrast to Bisera’s reserved and devout nature, Saralta pursues James with unbridled confidence and charm, challenging Bisera’s deeply held beliefs. Saralta’s liberal approach to love ignites a complex and often comical love triangle, forcing Bisera to confront her fear of losing James to Saralta’s advances and her greater dread of endangering their souls should they succumb to their feelings. As the Gillyrian onslaught intensifies, James, Bisera, and Saralta are swept into a maelstrom of love, duty, and faith. Bisera grapples with her unwavering sense of duty and steadfast faith, torn by the love that binds her to James. Saralta oscillates between the allure of freedom and the demands of propriety. Meanwhile, James must navigate his deep emotional devotion to Bisera and his fiery physical attraction to Saralta, all while striving to find a way between the two worlds before losing them both.

When darkness once again spreads across the Earth—so fierce that even the God, the Lord of the Universe Himself, must intervene—He descends for the eighth time to the earth, reincarnates as Krushn, to restore peace and harmony to a world drowning in chaos. But as He grows up among mortals, Krushn must hide His divine identity, living as a simple child while secretly protecting those pure of heart—those He loves as His own—from the monstrous demons sent by Kamsa, His mother's own brother. Kamsa, son of Ugrasena and a follower of man-eating demons, once held the reins of the chariot that carried the newlywed couple—Vasudev, noble son of King Surasena of the Yadu dynasty, and Devaki, daughter of King Devaka and sister of Kamsa himself. While Kamsa accompanies the couple to their home During their joyous journey, a thundering voice split the skies: “O foolish Kamsa! The eighth child of the woman you now accompany shall be your doom!”

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

Jin Qianqian never would have thought that just by inheriting a legacy, she would inexplicably gain a mysterious space. She didn't know where the space led to—the apocalypse, transmigration, or infinite survival? The moment she thought of all those web novels she had read, Jin Qianqian couldn't sit still anymore. It was time to hoard, hoard as much as she could, preferably filling the entire space. Just as she had squandered all her money and was preparing to head back, the person in the seat next to her turned out to be the dreamboat of her dreams. While she was agonizing over whether to confess her feelings, the plane crashed, and she actually traveled back to ancient times with her dreamboat! The ground was parched, her mouth full of sand and grit. She had become one of the fleeing refugees. Looking down at her own emaciated body, she didn't forget to pat her chest. Shamelessly, she comforted the dreamboat who was in the same predicament, "Senior, don't worry, I'll support you!"

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. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

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.

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.

**Mature Content** 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.

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- Transmigrated (sometimes) Loud Mouthed MC x Indulgent (Enabler) ML, Slightly Pyromaniac Fox Spirit x CEO of unconditional love Dragon Spirit, Morally Questionable DILF Cultivator x Reincarnated Fox Spirit with very low self-esteem. CW: Deaths, PTSD, Blood, Explicit Smut, and so many more. This novel is as much of a journey of healing, self-forgiveness, pain, misery, grief, death, and depression etc, as it is a story of friendship, unconditional love. Self-exploration and dark themes go hand in hand with light ones. It is as much of a waltz as it is a discordant symphony of a past that haunts almost all characters. I hope you will give my cuties a chance. Oh, right, the synopsis may be a wee-bit misleading—quite light-hearted.

"You have a dragon? I have a fleet of combat aircraft and attack helicopters" "You have a divine bow? I have an antimatter cannon" "You have an army of a million soldiers? I have tens of millions of robots" "You have Magical beasts? I have tank divisions" "You have an underwater kingdom to hide in? It won’t help. I have nuclear submarines" *** After dying in the modern era as a weapon designer due to a betrayal from her comrades, Kiara's soul transmigrates into the abandoned daughter of an Emperor and Queen Consort. Cast aside since birth due to the lack of a spirit core, she grew up far from the palace that should have been her home. Now guided by a mysterious, sassy weapons system, she begins her journey as a weapons seller. She has but three primary goals. First, Revenge against her mother, who abandoned her as a baby. Second, reshape the world through firearms and crush the monopoly held by spirit warriors and cultivators. And third, find a way back home and settle the score with her comrades and superiors who betrayed her. To accomplish these goals, she will put a fake smile on her face, help her enemies, allow men to believe they have a chance at winning her heart, and destroy everything in her path without a hint of mercy. This is the story of Kiara, the abandoned princess who brought firearms to a world of magic. *** For advanced chapters and PDF versions, you may reach out to Patreon. patreon.com/Krishna6746

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."

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......

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!

Chen Wanqing is over eighteen and still unmarried. One day, her grandmother comes to visit, wanting to give the marriage painstakingly arranged for her to her younger cousin, and her cousin's fiancé to her. Sisters swapping fiancés—if word got out, it would be a huge laughingstock. Chen Wanqing firmly refuses! Her younger cousin, furious and desperate, confronts her: "In your last life, you took a winding path for half your life before finally choosing him. Now, I'm letting you two be a loving couple ten years earlier. What are you hesitating for!" Chen Wanqing: "!" * The difference in Zhao Jing's life, from being a commoner to enjoying a prosperous official career and leaving his name in history, was just one Chen Wanqing. * Younger cousin: "What about Zhao Jing's bad luck? What about his life full of hardships? How is it that after marrying my older cousin, he has risen rapidly and enjoys a prosperous official career?" I'm totally freaking out! Could it be that I was reborn just to bring them together sooner!

The world is divided into three parts, with never-ending alliances and conflicts. The magnificent Jing Dynasty is at its peak, with four great caves, four secret places, the Martial Guard, and the Inspection Bureau. Everyone practices martial arts, striving to reach the realm of grandmasters and great grandmasters. Reincarnated as the heir of Prince Qing, I possess god-like senses and cultivate amid wealth and glory. I aspire to become the supreme grandmaster, pursuing immortality while resisting foreign invasion and internal chaos. I stand unrivaled, dominating the world with martial prowess.

Tang Wanwan never imagined that she would find herself in Daxia Country. This place is utterly destitute and impoverished. Her father died unexpectedly, and her mother is left with her younger brother and sister, while she herself has a gravely ill older brother. Fortunately, with her skills at hand, she doesn't have to worry about anything. However, once her days got better, envy came knocking at her door, relatives came recognizing ties, and even those with old feelings sought her out. Do you all think my place is a charity? Everyone, get as far away as possible from me. Once she chased everyone away, her ears enjoyed much more peace. But there was one person she accidentally lost; should she go and find him back? ---This book is about leisurely making money, Armor Master, medical skills, farming, technical expertise, and cultivating immortality.

Mei Wanying was reborn. In her past life, she forced a marriage with her family's adopted son, Pei Yan. Pei Yan hated her to the core, and on the day after their wedding, he left to guard the Border. She went to find her husband with a pregnant belly, only to discover that his heart belonged to another. Mei Wanying fled in disarray, but unexpectedly, she was captured by enemies on the way. Unwilling to be humiliated, she ended her life with a hairpin. Upon her rebirth, Mei Wanying no longer obsessively clung to Pei Yan. She hid from him, avoided all occasions where Pei Yan appeared, and even returned to her old home in Jiangnan. News came back that Mei Wanying was getting married. Red candles flickered as a noble and distinguished man appeared in the bridal chamber and lifted her wedding veil. The corners of Pei Yan's eyes were crimson, "Mei Wanying, how dare you marry someone else?" Mei Wanying called him Elder Brother. Pei Yan's eyes reddened with anger. Brother, my foot! "I am your husband!"

[An overpowering duke who loved pretending to be weak x a cute and intelligent female supporting character] After transmigrating into a book, she found herself an arrogant and tyrannical female supporting character. Su Ye clenched her little fists. If she wanted to live, she must stay away from that evil-hearted man. In the capital, there was an extremely handsome duke who was riddled with illnesses. He set down various regulations and was very picky. No one dared to provoke him. However, this duke, who cared for no one, grabbed her by her lapels and latched himself onto her as soon as he saw her like a treasure he found. As the storm began to brew, her wish to evade all conflict was canceled as someone insisted on announcing her status to the world. One day, the sickly duke held her hand and coughed horridly. "Su Su, do you like me?" As she lapsed into momentary silence, his coughing intensified. It was as though he would cough himself to death before her if she dared reject him. She nodded hastily. "I like you. I like you very, very much." The moment she finished speaking, the mischievous duke finally settled down.