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I reincarnated as an elf .......and married the yandere villainess.

Dr. Killian spent his life mentoring unstable minds, until one of his patients killed him. His next life begins in a fantasy world he vaguely recognizes from the same patient’s ramblings about a novel Killian never bothered to pay attention to. Reborn as Atheline Sunblade, a high elf noble from a family second only to the throne, Killian discovers his original role in the story was insignificant: he was simply the man sent to capture the villainess runaway fiancée. Determined to avoid the plot entirely, Killian plans to live quietly. Unfortunately, fate seems to have a twisted sense of humour. Instead, he casually befriends what he assumes is a normal dark elf soldier visiting the elven kingdom. She’s intense, strangely curious about him, and appears far too often for his liking , but Killian doesn’t think much of it after all every Dark elf he heard of was pushy to begin with. Until a cultural misunderstanding and several extremely unfortunate assumptions lead to one catastrophic realization. The “soldier” he’s been talking to… is actually the Dark Elf Queen. And somehow, he accidentally proposes. To make matters even more fucked up, he got a system that basically gives him useless things. ..... It will have smut scenes and I will mark them for those who don't want to read them. AUTHORS NOTE. It's wise that you read it, you might get transmigrated into the book one day if you ignore it.
Blank_eyed · 1.3m Views

SUNDIAL

This isn’t a story of heroes and villains. In a fractured universe where justice and chaos blur, people are not saviors—they are survivors. Dreamers. Fighters shaped by a world that forces them to choose who they become. The Judgement Order maintains peace through control, offering the illusion of choice while quietly shaping society to its will. Opposing them are multiple revolutionary groups, but the one that stands out the most is the Plasma Nexus, a rebellion that fights for freedom… even if that freedom leads to destruction. But what is freedom without order? And what is order without truth? At the center of it all is Iver Tanaka, the Masked Drifter—a boy forged by tragedy, searching for purpose in a world that sees him as a monster. He doesn’t have the answers. And neither do we. Through his journey, SUNDIAL explores identity, survival, and the cost of choice. It asks a simple question with no easy answer: Would you fight for freedom… even if it meant embracing chaos? Or would you accept control… in exchange for peace? There are no right sides here. Only consequences. Welcome to SUNDIAL. Freedom isn’t always what it seems. And neither are the people fighting for it. "SUNDIAL" is a sci-fi novel about survival and rebellion in a chaotic galaxy ruled by the oppressive Judgment Order. It follows Iver Tanaka, a 17-year-old scavenger from Earth's slums with the power of the Friction force. Known as the Masked Drifter, Iver works for his own survival until he's drawn into the struggle of the Plasma Nexus, a small rebellion fighting for freedom. As Iver uncovers truths about his past and the universe's corruption, he faces tough choices between selfish ambition and becoming a symbol of hope in a lawless world. The story combines intense action, morally complex characters, and a gritty, dystopian setting, exploring what it means to fight for survival and justice.
TAN_happybuffalo · 20.6k Views

I Just Wanted A Soft Life, Not A Demon Husband

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?
Kaguya01 · 190k Views

Reincarnated as a Goblin: My "Sword" is Malfunctioning!!

​[Warning: Highly Addictive! Read with caution!] ​[R-18! Harem! Pure Tactical Power Fantasy!] ​[80,000+ Words of Content Through Chapter 40!] ​Grik was a tactical genius on Earth. He lived for the numbers, the pressure points, and the cold logic of the kill. Then came the accident: the screeching tires and the shattering glass. ​Respawns are real, but for Grik, the afterlife is a cruel joke. He woke up as a scrawny, defective goblin in the prestigious Monster Academy. In a world ruled by raw strength and primal instinct, Grik was a biological malfunction. He was weak, he was small, and his "equipment" was completely dead. ​But as the "trash goblin" prepared to quit life, a translucent blue screen flickered to life. ​[Main Quest Issued: The Art of Finesse] [Objective: Use Earth knowledge to bring the target to 100% completion.] [Reward: Biological Repair. Permanent Physical Optimization.] ​Now, Grik is no longer just a scholarship student. He is a predator with a Lust System that feeds on the very nobility that once despised him. While the Orcs and Vampires rely on brute force, Grik weaponizes anatomy and desire to dismantle their pride. ​One touch: +10 Favorability. One kiss: Evolution Fragment. One submission: Absolute Power. ​From a "defective" runt to a towering Verdant Hobgoblin, Grik is rewriting the laws of the Monster Kingdom. In a school full of apex predators, the tactician is no longer hiding in the shadows. He is claiming his throne, one conquest at a time. ​Gifts & Power Stones: Each gift or Power Stone nomination helps the squad grow. Top gifters unlock exclusive "System Insight" chapters and early character art reveals! ​Active Commenters: Engaging in the "Tactical Chat" might get your ideas written into Grik’s next squad maneuver. ​Genre: LitRPG / Harem Tags: Smug MC, System, R-18, Monster Academy, Species Evolution, Predatory Protagonist, No-Beta MC. Discord: https://discord.gg/G6QSUNYS56
Scarlett_Whisper · 336.8k Views

Nocture dropped

I stretched into states of being, tried on the possibility of breath, the suggestion of gravity. I wore physics like a child wears robes too large; with wonder, and with mischief. For what is law to one born of its violation? The nothing did not like me. But it could not erase me. I am what happens when even paradox loses the will to correct itself. I drifted... no, I contemplated the shape of drifting, and in doing so, enacted it. And around me: the ghost of a cosmos, breathing in reverse, unraveling back into silence. Still, I remained. And in the core of me, the first question burned: 'What now?' But no answer came. Because there was no audience, no origin, no god to reply. So I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the concept of mirth needed to be born somewhere, and I had room to spare. I am the joke. The punchline of oblivion. A cosmic smirk after a long silence. And yet… even now, I feel something stirring. Like a story waiting to be told. Like an idea daring to take root in a garden scorched by collapse. So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ~Lanterne~ PS: Understand the initial chapters might be confusing, but it is to build an understanding on exactly what the novel will be getting into later on. So kindly bear with for a little while.
Lanterne · 5.1k Views