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Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.

Skylar Velcourt is betrothed to Lord Caspian Everus, sentenced to a political marriage she never asked for. They knew each other as children, and when they meet again after years apart, Skylar immediately despises him. She begs him to refuse the marriage. Caspian ignores her pleas out of duty. And so they marry, bound by politics, resentment, and a shared vow to keep their distance. Thrust from the warm gardens of Astros, to the cold fortresses of Xoras, Skylar struggles to adjust to her new life. Her marriage is a performance by day, and a battlefield in private. Skylar and Caspian try to destroy one another, with every glare and argument. Yet beneath the hostility lies something neither of them can explain or ignore. But when Skylar uncovers a truth far more terrifying than an unwanted marriage, everything changes. House Everus has plans for Skylar and her family; it was never about saving Astros, but about stealing it. But Skylar has no solid evidence, nor any allies. No one will believe her. If she speaks, if she runs, every path she takes will doom her parents and Astros, with it. Except one. Skylar must make her husband, Caspian Everus, fall in love with her. But affection is harder to fake than hatred. Even as the lines between act and reality begin to blur, and tensions rise between them, Skylar wonders if the man she vowed to hate can truly save her, or will he become her greatest threat of all?

In an era of warring lords and ancient spirits, a forgotten god is reborn. Kaito, a seemingly ordinary boy from a tranquil Japanese village, lives a life of quiet simplicity. But when a monstrous oni shatters his peaceful existence, a dormant power awakens within him – a blinding, divine light that banishes the darkness and leaves his village in awe and fear. Cast out for a gift he barely understands, Kaito is taken under the wing of Ayaka, a perceptive Miko from Kyoto, who recognizes the immense spiritual energy coursing through his veins: the Kami no Chikara, the Power of the Gods. As Kaito trains at the sacred Kamo Shrine, he slowly unearths fragments of a past life – a life as an ancient guardian, a powerful kami who sacrificed everything to seal away a cosmic evil. But the seal is weakening. A malevolent entity, the Yami-no-Kami, is stirring, its corruption seeping into the land, manipulating ambitious warlords and dark Onmyoji to orchestrate its full return. From the shadows, a ruthless Onmyoji, Abe no Kage, seeks to unleash this ancient darkness, believing it will forge a new world order. Joined by the enigmatic ninja, Hattori Hanzo, Kaito must confront not only his own awakening divinity but also a conspiracy that threatens to unravel the very spiritual fabric of Japan. As the lines between human ambition and divine malice blur, Kaito finds himself at the heart of a gathering storm, destined for a climactic confrontation at the sacred Mount Fuji. Can a reincarnated god, now bound by human compassion, stand against a darkness he once barely contained? Or will Japan fall to the Serpent's Embrace, plunging the world into an eternal night? Kami no Shōten is an epic tale of reincarnation, divine power, and the enduring spirit of Japan, perfect for fans of action-packed fantasy, rich mythology, and overpowered protagonists.

Ten years ago, the legendary Lin family was slaughtered under a decree of treason, leaving only a young girl, Lin Xia, to vanish into the snowy northern wilderness. Today, she returns not as a noblewoman, but as a nameless tea maid with a hidden dagger and a thirst for justice. Her target: the Imperial Court. Her obstacle: Prince Xuan Jue, the enigmatic “Ice Prince,” cold, calculating, and haunted by the memory of a girl who saved his life in the snow a decade ago, the very girl he now unknowingly protects. Amid poisoned teas, secret ledgers, and deadly court conspiracies, Lin Xia and Xuan Jue are drawn into a blood-bound debt, the Vermilion Debt, that will demand either ultimate sacrifice or total destruction. Bound by betrayal, vengeance, and an undeniable connection, they must navigate shadows and lies to survive… and to love.

Eleanor is barely surviving—drowning in bills, deadlines, and a life going nowhere. Every night, she dreams of a man called Death, chained to a black throne in an ancient world, with an old diary resting beside him. Every night, she reads the diary. Every morning, she writes it down as fiction. The diary tells a forbidden story—the story of the Queen of Faith, a woman who could write fate itself, and her husband Death, a king prophesied to destroy the earthly gods. The Queen betrays him, writing him into eternal bondage. By chance, Eleanor’s friend—a publisher—comes across the manuscript and persuades her to publish it. The story becomes an overnight obsession. Readers worship it. Fear it. Demand more. But the diary ends. Under crushing pressure to continue the story, Eleanor writes the one ending that she regreted— Death is freed. In that moment, Eleanor is pulled into the ancient world she thought existed only in ink. Now trapped in the underworld, sharing a bridal chamber with the god she unchained, Eleanor must face Death’s growing hatred for women—and uncover the truth behind his betrayal—while desperately searching for a way back to the world she left behind. 3 chapters daily update, Monday-Friday

The Sultan's daughter. The Prince of an oppressed nation. A marriage forged in hatred. Almila was betrayed by the one person she should have trusted most: her father. Now, she seeks only one thing,revenge. Victor is a prince whose people were insulted and assimilated by the Sultan. He doesn't just want justice; he wants the Sultan’s throne. His offer to Almila is simple: "Marry me. Help me take the crown, and I will give you the revenge you crave." It was supposed to be a cold, calculated contract. But in a palace built on lies, can a bond born of vengeance survive? Victor wants the throne, but Almila’s heart is a labyrinth of shadows. If she betrays him to return to her father, Victor loses everything. In a game of love and betrayal, who will be the last one standing?

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. Armed with modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West.

Loki Althaus was born as a human. Abandoned at two years old when his father — a baron secretly coerced by the Demon Cult — was executed along side with his mother for treason after repeatedly failed attempts of assassination. Despite having his parents getting killed—he remains neutral, Loki isn't like others who only live for revenge. All he wished for is Peace and Freedom But the world will not let him have it. Every time Loki finally finds a quiet corner to disappear into… someone comes to drag him back into the fight. A human who only ever wanted to be left alone, in a world that refuses to forget him.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

The moment I stepped into the Palace of Versailles, I realized one thing: France was already doomed. I am the Crown Prince of France, son of King Louis XVI. To the court, I am merely a young prince living in the shadow of the throne. But I know a truth no one else does—within two years, the crown will fall… and so will the king’s head. France is drowning in debt that has plagued the kingdom for more than a century. The nobles whisper and plot behind velvet curtains, dreaming of seizing power. The Church holds vast lands and unimaginable wealth while giving nothing back to the nation. The ministers are incompetent, the king indecisive, and revolution is slowly approaching. But history will not repeat itself—not this time. If no one in this palace can save France, then I will. First, I will quietly rebuild the royal treasury and end the financial crisis strangling the kingdom. Then I will crush the nobles who scheme in the shadows. After that, I will reclaim the vast lands of the Church and return them to the state. Industry will rise. Technology will advance. Agriculture and commerce will flourish. France will become stronger than ever before—and I will become the greatest Crown Prince the kingdom has ever known. And in the year when Britain watches nervously as armies gather along its borders, I will strike directly at the island itself. In the year when my sword points toward the whole of Europe… The feat Napoleon failed to achieve— I will accomplish it.

A child without a name,a slave without a memory, after a car crash the boy was left with nothing but the cold gaze of the world upon him in a modern world where gain power from mythics and legends, the boy get dragged into this missed up world maybe being a slave is better than living in this world of constant fighting

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

If you had the chance to live again, to change history, would you take it? Would you rise above, building something that outlasts you, or would you let others make you a stepping stone to their ambition, burying you under its weight? From the grime-covered streets of Hamburg to the halls of kings, come witness the rise of Europe's first Merchant King.

Rejection of Pride follows Simo Hayha from his childhood in Finland to becoming the deadliest sniper of the Winter War. Even after all the fighting, he refuses fame and glory, choosing instead to live simply, hunting, farming, and finding peace in a quiet life.

​Lu Zheng, the Minister of Justice, was a man upright in character and unyielding in his pursuit of truth. He was the only man in the Empire who noticed the slight tilt in the scales of power, a hidden hand that steered the Emperor’s every decree. But when he refused to bow to the darkness he couldn't yet name, his entire household was erased in a single night of silent blades. ​The world believes the Lu Clan was purged for treason. The Emperor believes he gave the order himself. ​Everyone is wrong. ​ The true architect of the massacre remains a shadow, unknown to the court, the throne, and even the surviving Lu children. To the siblings, their enemy is a corrupt system. To the Mastermind, the siblings are merely loose ends in a game they don't even know they're playing. The children steeled themselves and trained in a temple at the outskirts of the capital, invoking an oath that they will be back, and they will bring justice to their parents.

Future Xiao Fang spent life chasing futile pleasure. Seeking redemption, poor choices led to mere reincarnation. At the height of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao Tang’s exhausted body permitted access to Xiao Fang’s melancholy. A second chance that came with trials. To ascend, he must complete the apocrypha. Demonic Cultivation - GrimXianxia

This is the story of the royals of the Bagrationi dynasty of kingdom of Kartli in the 16th and 17th centuries,who fought against the Ottomans in order to maintain sovereignty of their kingdom.These royals were captured after one crucial battle in 1599 and were taken as hostages to the capital of the Ottoman empire-Istanbul.You will get to know king of Kartli Simon I,his son-Giorgi X and his grandchildren:Tinatin,Davit and Luarsab.

Prince Dario had always been an outcast in the Shaakina Kingdom. Half human, half vampire and heir to a deadly legacy, he walked the shadows of his palace alone. But everything changes the moment he meets Princess Thana Henrick,a fiery human girl who challenges him in ways no one ever has. Every glance, every touch, pawakens a power inside him he cannot control. A power that could destroy her…Torn between desire and fear, Dario must uncover the truth about his past, confront the demons both inside and outside him, and face a destiny that could either claim their love… or their lives. In a kingdom of vampires, demons, and humans, love is forbidden, but fate is relentless.

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

I transmigrated and became Viserys Targaryen III, the King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.