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The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.
Amiba · 609.3k Views

His Crimson Obsession

At fourteen, Eiravyne was branded by her father. She believed it was punishment for her flaws: her lack of beauty, her weakness, her unworthiness. Years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, Eiravyne learns the horrific reality: the burn was not born of cruelty alone, but part of a ritual, one that bound her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a cold and power-hungry Duke her family taught her to fear. Forced into engagement with the merciless Duke, Eiravyne is thrust into a world of dark politics and ruthless ambition. Her already fractured identity is torn further apart when she discovers that the family who raised her were not her blood. She is the last living heir of the Sangrevers, a feared and hated bloodline known for their seductive cunning, their hunger for power, and their destruction at the king’s command. But amid the betrayal and manipulation stands Urag Romani , the King's Sorcerer, her childhood friend, the only person she ever trusted . Like her, Urag was raised under the cruelty of her mother. Like her, he bears invisible scars. Fiercely loyal, yet wrapped in mystery. To survive, she must embrace the darkness of her lineage(her potent blood) or be destroyed by it. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers ,obssessive male lead, a lot of intimacy,powerful couple. Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Isaac_black · 480.8k Views

Ghost in the palace

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.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 269.4k Views

From Rivals To Flames

“Somewhere between hate and heat, on frozen ice, they crossed a line they can’t skate back from.” Baby Danvers is Westbridge High’s golden boy — the reckless, impossibly talented hockey captain everyone worships and everyone wants a piece of. He plays dirty, kisses danger, and wins like he was born to. Coaches can’t tame him. Rivals can’t outrun him. Fans can’t look away. And then there’s Saint Kross — the disciplined, infuriatingly perfect captain from Eastvale Academy. Silent. Focused. Unshakeable. Baby’s longest-running rivalry and the one person who can make his blood run hotter with a single look. But when Saint transfers to Westbridge — into Baby’s rink, Baby’s team, Baby’s throne — everything combusts. Drills turn into dominance battles. Scrimmages become territory wars. Baby throws taunts like punches; Saint answers with cool smirks that make Baby’s pulse misbehave. The locker room becomes their battlefield — bruising shoulders, stolen glances, breathless proximity. Every insult is foreplay. Every shove is a dare. And beneath all the fury, something electric thrums between them… something neither of them is ready to name. Then their families — political titans locked in a vicious campaign — twist their rivalry into a media circus, forcing Baby and Saint into the spotlight as shiny weapons. Caught between public expectations and a private obsession that’s getting harder to hide, Baby faces a brutal truth: He can destroy Saint… or he can admit that somewhere between hatred and hunger, he already wants him more than he’s ever wanted a win. --- “On the ice, they play for glory. Off it, they play with fire.” Baby is the flame that burns too bright. Saint is the ice that burns colder. Together? They’re the storm no one survives — pride, passion, and desire crashing until neither can tell where the rivalry ends… and the craving begins.
Rosegold_n · 33.2k Views

Villainess mistress makes a comeback

We all know how it goes. The CEO falls for the 5'9, soft-spoken, brown-eyed girl with a smile untouched by the world. Love at first glance. A fairytale written in bold. Meanwhile, the woman who loved him first Who knew his silence, his shadows, his worst days is pushed aside. They call her jealous. Obsessive. A villain. And the story ends with applause for the innocent girl and the powerful man. A happy ending? You’re wrong. Kashi loved him first. She loved him loud, recklessly, with her whole soul. And then she arrived. Perfect smile. Soft voice. Brown eyes. The kind of girl the world bends for without asking why. He looked at her once and that was enough to erase years. Kashi didn’t lose him quietly. She lost him publicly. Humiliated. Replaced. Turned into a meme. A punchline. So she disappeared. For one year, Kashi buried herself. And while the world moved on, someone else was watching. Chaos. He watched from the shadows. obsessive, patient, dangerous in the way only quiet men are. She never noticed him. So he waited. Now Kashi is back. Not to beg. Not to compete. Not to play the villain in someone else’s love story. She’s back to rewrite the narrative. The CEO she loved since childhood doesn’t want her? Fuck him. The world laughed when she broke? Let it burn. And as Kashi rebuilds, stronger, colder, sharper. she starts to notice something strange. Who exactly is X? And why does he kneel like a loyal dog when she calls his name?
Mo_Mo_Shiki2 · 118.9k Views