historical

Broken by the past, Lethia treads a dangerous path where every choice pulls her deeper into darkness. With redemption slipping further from reach, she must face the truth whether to remain a prisoner of her pain, or risk everything to reclaim what is left of her soul.

Elizabeth Rose. Young. Beautiful. Talented. She conquered the underworld and was crowned Queenpin. Women adored her. Men resented her. She was powerful. Glamorous. Untouchable. Until she wasn’t. Betrayal ended her reign. After everything she built… After all the blood, loyalty, and dominance… It still wasn’t enough. — January 1st, 1700. Bordeaux, France. She opened her eyes again. Not as Elizabeth Rose. But as Mordred Svyatopolkovich Ellington–Kingsley. The eldest newborn son of a declining old money Russian family. Upper class. Proud. Rotting. A different throne. A different battlefield. Was power never enough? Or was she chasing the wrong kind? ___________________________________ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

One Empire fallen. Five Kings rising. One Prince to unite them all. For generations, the Hurbala Empire was the golden heart of the world, a bastion of peace held together by the wisdom of King Hudal. But in a single night of fire and betrayal, the sun sets on the old world. King Hudal is slain, the legendary Queen Hasha is spirited away in chains to the distant Sunspire Fortress, and the crown—the symbol of absolute unity—is shattered into five jagged shards. Into the smoking ruins steps Basyar, a prince crowned too soon, inheriting nothing but a broken throne and a kingdom surrounded by wolves. As the empire splinters into rival realms, Basyar must embark on a desperate odyssey across a world transformed by war: The Shadowhold Forests: Where he must outwit King Zin Baraji in a deadly game of guerrilla ambushes and jungle duels. The Zuelda Marshes: Where the "Chem-King" Vectlar unleashes poisoned rivers and terrifying siege engines, testing Basyar’s endurance to the breaking point. The Asvalte Mountains: Where he must lead his people against armored war elephants in narrow, frozen passes. The Yilmaz Coast: Where the final trial awaits—a naval war against the "Eastern Tide" to reclaim his mother and his heritage. Basyar does not march alone. At his side stand the Ten Pillars of the Crown—an ensemble of legendary specialists, from the silent clawed assassin Faradee to the iron-willed shield-bearer Hujeena. Together, they must prove that wars are won not just by the edge of a blade, but through the brilliance of strategy, the weight of diplomacy, and the unbreakable bonds of loyalty. In a world where betrayal is the only currency and every ally hides a dagger, Basyar must learn what it truly means to lead. To save his mother and avenge his father, he must do the impossible: convince his enemies to follow him. The journey leads to Broken Crown Hill, where the blood of five nations will decide the future. Will the crown be ground into dust, or will Basyar reforge it into something stronger than it ever was before?

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

Born in late 1864 beneath the cold skies of Hokkaido, Akelldema Miyamoto enters a Japan caught between fading steel and rising industry. His father, Hiroshi, once a formidable samurai, has sheathed his blade to serve as a physician to a powerful lord, walking the narrow path between tradition and survival. Through harsh herbal regimens and disciplined breathwork, he forges his son into something steadier than most boys his age, preparing him for a future neither of them can fully see. By 1879, unrest coils through the country. Old loyalties are hunted. Food grows scarce in certain districts. Rumors move faster than horses. In the lord’s estate, Princess Aiko Takamori stands at the heart of fragile political balance, and Akelldema, still only fifteen, finds himself drawn into her orbit even as the ground shifts beneath them. When violence can no longer be contained, Akelldema, seventeen and nearing manhood, is chosen to escort Aiko and seven loyal companions across the Pacific to California. What awaits them is not only gold and opportunity, but the consequences of ambition unbound. In the American Wset, the brilliant and obsessive Dr. Nikolai Richtofen has traded provisions to a desperate tribe in exchange for their medicine man, seeking to master life itself. His experiments awaken a corruption that seeps into the blood, spreading by bite and turning the living into something hollow and driven by a darker will. Separated from the princess and believing his duty has failed, Akelldema is cast into a fronteir where greed, secrecy, and infection thrive in the shadows of mines and desert laboratories. Armed with his father’s teachings and the discipline to resist the taint in his own veins, he must hunt for the truth, protect what remains of his honor, and confront the man whose curiosity has begun to unravel the boundary between life and something far more dangerous.

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others despite her low status. "F*ck, I'm really in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just returned home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants, and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, secrets to uncover, and a sad fate to avoid. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor husband of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...

Rebirth + Era + 1960's - Femine + System Space + Military + Powerful Male protogonist At seventy-eight years old, she died with nothing but regret. Only at the end of her life did she learn the cruel truth— the world she had struggled through was nothing more than a novel. And she… was cannon fodder. Her father, once a Squad leader, was falsely branded a traitor and executed. Her three brilliant elder brothers were crushed one by one, stepping stones for the novel’s so-called “female lead.” Her family’s blood paved the road to the heroine’s glory. She could only watch helplessly as the heroine’s family prospered while hers was destroyed. Powerless. Broken. Too late. But fate was not finished with her. A falling flowerpot ended her life— and opened her eyes once more. 1958. She is thirteen years old again. Her parents are alive. Her brothers are alive. Everything has not yet begun. In the turbulent 1960s era, she awakens with memories of her previous life and an unexpected System Space that grants her resources and hidden advantages. This time, she will not be cannon fodder. She will not allow her family to be sacrificed. She will not let the so-called heroine step on their corpses to rise. Amid famine, political storms, and the shifting tides of the era, she quietly builds strength, gathers supplies within her mysterious space, and protects her family step by step. And standing in the shadows of the military compound is a powerful, sharp-eyed man— a future commander whose destiny was never meant to intertwine with hers. In her previous life, he stood at the peak of power. In this life, he watches her change everything. This time— She will become the author of her own fate. PS-: The Story is taking place in the parallel world, so although the historical events are same, characters are fiction.

People get reincarnated for many different reasons. Adventure, action, building a harem, ruling the world, and all that. But what if a soul is reincarnated because he had a queation he never found an answer to? What will happen then? -->-- What to expect? # Not a translation. # A complex MC. # Deep dive into lore. # Story starts in Heian era, then goes to mordern era. # A MC who will grow stronger with time. # Yes there will be romance, NO HAREM. So kindly, don't ask me again.

In a reality full of harmonious magic, rising tides, and sudden encounters with false prophets and dead deities, a young gaunt man has decided to isolate himself from all the chaos... and go fishing, of course. However, one can't truly keep themselves free from the tides of fate, as a sudden encounter with a monster and a crass thunder-manipulating lady thrusted him back into the chorus of the world. Pulled in by the currents, he's dragged into thrilling encounters that challenge his morals and trauma, steeling him to bear the truths of this world.

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.

Li Empire is the largest and most prosperous territory in Yuan Continent—on the surface. Internally, it is divided: ministers collude with nobility, the empress and empress dowager contest for power, and the emperor faces threat of illegitimacy as long as his brother lives. That is why, when Li Zhen Tian meets the kind and carefree Yang Zi Hua who understands him beyond the Dragon Throne, he irrevocably falls in love and makes her his consort. However, the imperial palace's harsh reality shatters Zi Hua's dream of a peaceful life. Amidst jealous love rivals and endless plots, a seed of doubt is sown. Can their love flourish against adversity, or is it destined to wither like a flower past spring? *** Shangguan Jiu was Zi Hua's best friend—and her complete opposite. Cunning, rational, and fiercely ambitious, Jiu enters the rear palace to accomplish everything her friend couldn't. Though as she schemes for glory and honour, she realises the only way for a woman to be in power is not through a man's heart... but to be the hand controlling him. Old enemies and grievances surface, while political tensions escalate with neighbouring nations, heralding a new era. Love and war arise; tears and kingdoms fall. Does the ruler wear the crown, or are they a prisoner of the throne? *** Notes: Cover art from Pinterest 2 Female leads Palace drama > political intrigue > warfare

The Legend of Allison Daki is the story from the existence of the greatest vampire leader ever known

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.

I died the same way I lived, quietly, tired, and carrying burdens that were never mine to begin with. All my life, I acted as if each day might be my last. There was no room for dreams, no space for softness. While others believed in happy endings and comforting illusions, I was busy surviving. I used to resent romance novels, their sheltered heroines sighing over trivial inconveniences while standing at the center of a life anyone else would fight for. And then I woke up inside one. Silk sheets, a chandelier above me,a reflection that did not belong to me. I was not myself anymore. I had been reborn into the very novel I once skimmed through on sleepless nights, inside the body of a nobody. The heroine, she has everything. And yet, she treats it like nothing. She turns away from what others treasure. She hesitates where she should be certain. She sighs where she should be grateful. I spent an entire lifetime wishing for a fraction of what she wastes without a second thought. So I made a decision. If she cannot carry this role properly, then I will. I will step where she refuses to stand. I will reach where she withdraws. I will claim what she keeps letting slip through her fingers. I will not apologize for wanting more. I have already lived one life with empty hands. This time, I refuse to fade quietly into the background of someone else’s story. If destiny insists I am only a substitute, then I will become irreplaceable. After all, I was never meant to be the heroine. But this time, I intend to be the only one left standing.

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.

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

Power is inherited. Control is demanded. In the Maahri Empire, a queen must navigate a court where betrayal is expected and survival is not guaranteed. Princess watches, learns, and waits. Rules are made for women. Breaking them may be the only way to survive.Every smile hides intent. Every move is calculated. Every chapter is a step closer to the throne… or to ruin.

**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.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?