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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.

Hermi has two problems. The first: she’s not actually a princess. She’s a royal bastard, dragged out of obscurity by a father she’d never met, scrubbed clean, dressed up, and handed to a foreign king in place of his legitimate daughter. If anyone finds out, she dies. The second: the foreign king is Cassian Malaspina, a man who is essentially seven feet of flame-red hair, garnet eyes, and a reputation so vicious that the six kingdoms other than his own whisper his name like a curse. Hermi arrives in her new kingdom with one plan: survive long enough to use her husband’s love as a weapon against the kingdom that destroyed everything she had. Except she keeps accidentally building a kingdom she was only supposed to use. Except Cassian isn’t pretending to be a devoted husband anymore. He’s actually feeling it, though he’d sooner swallow volcanic rock than admit it. Except somewhere between a wasteland that was slowly killing her and a king who wouldn’t stop watching her, Hermi becomes something the continent hasn’t seen in thousands of years: the Witch of Calamity. The moment she does, every throne on the continent has a reason to want her dead. She comes to the wasteland to start a war. She doesn't expect to become the reason one is inevitable.

On the night of her sixteenth birthday, Elira witnesses the sky rip apart in flames and a star-like fragment crash into the sea. When whole world was pause, she alone feels the strange call deep within her soul. She, the girl everyone thought was ordinary, carries within her the bloodline of an ancient power that was never meant to be reborn. As kingdoms crumble and otherworldly beings descend, Elira must choose— Will she fight to save humanity from destruction… or embrace the fire within and become the very weapon that could end it all?

Reborn into a noble family on the edge of a kingdom, Licerio now lives a simple but comfortable life, but happy times don't last forever. A territorial war ravages his land; his father goes to war and returns dying, close to death. Now he must go and fight for his territory in his father's name, fighting and killing without mercy. But it will not be easy, because the enemy baron has received help from the marquis's theurgists, humans with magical powers whose presence is devastating to any enemy army. Thereafter, he will never be able to return to his normal life. He will end up embroiled in political conflicts, fighting with words and flattery instead of weapons. He will rise through the ranks as a theurgist and fight wars against nobles, kings, and emperors in a world that will not wait for him to grow up peacefully. But he has a special trait, a talent linked to his being, which allows him to improve his strength depending on his subject's strength. He will grow with it, learning how to use it, improve it, and deal with its consequences.

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. --------------------------------------------------------

Selene Astrid spent seven years as the Saint, sacrificing everything to seal the Demon King—only to be betrayed and killed by the Hero, Crown Prince Cassian. The last thing she saw was the Duke of the North dying to protect her. She awakens as Rosalind Thorne, the villainess executed for trying to poison that same prince. With seven years of future knowledge and her holy powers sealed in a noble girl's body, Rosalind has three goals: avoid execution, expose the fake hero, and save the Duke who died for her. But the Duke remembers dreams of a silver-haired saint. The timeline is changing. And someone is pulling strings from the shadows. This time, the Saint won't be a martyr. This time, the villainess will rewrite fate.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

“Seduction or betrayal…” those were the words that refused to leave Yeara’s mind. … After the death of her parents, Yeara was taken to a strict orphanage where she is trained to be ladylike and obedient. But even as a child, she learns that the place holds secrets far darker than it appears. Years later, Yeara finds herself caught between two men from opposite worlds: the feared Dragon King, and the silent servant who stole her heart. Then the unthinkable happens…she becomes pregnant. Now, only one question remains: who is the father of her child? Bound to both men, Yeara’s love is divided so equally that losing one would mean losing herself. What began as duty turns into desire, and desire into a dangerous secret. As whispers grow louder and the truth threatens to surface, Yeara must choose between power and love, silence and confession… before her fate and the kingdom’s—are sealed.

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

This is a translation of the German original version. Arriving on Earth, Saturn Princess Evlina and her delegation meet Prince Kashion – dutiful, charming, and just a little distant. But the free-spirited servant Prior brings fresh energy to the palace and throws Kashion off balance. Between diplomatic talks, courtly splendor, and intense Cheqi matches, friendships, tiny jealousies, and first tender feelings emerge. Every move on the Cheqi board could decide more than expected – hearts, trust, and perhaps even the future of two worlds.

Love bound them. Deception sealed their fate. In the quiet village of Wisteria, Damaris lives freely—weaving tales and tending her herbs. Until a mysterious gardener arrives. Cold, silent, and unnervingly perceptive, he disrupts her peaceful life, sparking clashes, teasing, and an undeniable connection. With every passing second, irritation was slowly shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous. *** Excerpt How had they ended up in that position? Just a moment ago, there had been a distance between them. Now, the lake swallowed more than half her form, her chest pressed against his, her hand locked in one of his own while the other wrapped around her waist, daring her to break free from him if she willed. Yet her will was lost. His gray eyes held hers, steadfast and unyielding, seizing all form of reason from her. The water was cold, yet in that moment, a sort of warmth bloomed within her. From her heaving breasts to her feet that stood atop his own. “I—I thought you were immune to my charms,” the words left as a whisper that tickled the deepest parts of his ears. He leaned closer. “So did I” His lips met hers. Her world came to a still as she felt her entire being become molten silver. And Damaris knew… She was already undone.

Reincarnated into that very Novel he was thrashing at. Died a pathetic death but, gained a dreamy life. Born as the Crown Prince in a world of magic and aura, he expected hardship, conflict, and chaos. Instead, he stepped into order and peace. But he didn't want to live an idle life, so went onto make his own crazy adventures. The romance novel he once read, now unfolds far from his existence, irrelevant to his path. From the moment he begins to grow, his genius becomes impossible to ignore— talent so overwhelming that the entire continent comes to revere him. This is not the story for survival. No desperate climb toward greatness. This is the story of a life reborn exactly as it was meant to be. Perfect Reincarnation

What if your most vivid dreams weren't dreams at all, but a window into a life that isn't yours? [50 Chapters. Publishes daily as of March 12, 2026.] Since she was a baby, Vivian’s dreams have been startlingly real. She experiences the sights, the sounds, and the profound, dizzying sensation of living inside the body of an entirely different person in a world brimming with magic. But the truth is far more dangerous than an overactive imagination. Whenever she falls asleep, her consciousness swaps places with Ally, a gifted young mage in the fantastical realm of Aethelgard. It’s a phenomenon they call the Switch. Two women, bound across dimensions, living a shared existence but never able to occupy the same world at the same time. However, what started as a lifelong, disorienting secret is rapidly becoming a fight for survival. As the mysteries of their connection deepen, they draw the attention of powerful, dangerous players in both worlds—from the charming, enigmatic Alex in Vivian's reality, to the brilliantly manipulative Scholar Tristan in Ally's. With dark forces closing in, the two women must rely on their fiercely loyal protectors—Ben on Earth and Callum in Aethelgard—to help them navigate a deadly game of survival. But make no mistake: these ladies are no damsels in distress. They must unravel the ancient, cataclysmic tie that binds their souls before the shadows of one realm completely consume the other. Because the line between science and magic is fracturing, and the next time they close their eyes, they might not survive the awakening.

Elara spent her entire life believing in one thing: the mate bond. As the daughter of a low-ranking wolf, she knew her place in the pack. Quiet. Loyal. Invisible. But everything changed the night the Moon Goddess revealed her mate. The Alpha. Kael Blackthorn. The most powerful werewolf in the region. Cold, ruthless, and destined to rule. For one brief moment, Elara believed fate had chosen her. But Kael rejected her. In front of the entire pack. Humiliated and broken, Elara leaves the only home she has ever known. She disappears into the human world, determined to build a life where she is no longer defined by the mate who cast her aside. Years pass. And Elara changes. She is no longer the quiet girl the pack once ignored. She has power. Secrets. And a strength Kael never saw. But when fate brings them together again, the bond between them awakens stronger than ever. Only this time… Elara refuses to be claimed. And Kael realizes something terrifying. Rejecting her may have been the greatest mistake of his life. Because the woman he lost… might be the only one capable of destroying him. —or saving him.

Okay, let's be honest here... what is a web developer supposed to do when transmigrated into ancient China? And an ancient China that's not even in recorded history, for that matter? Worse still, he's transmigrated as a lost general, being hunted behind enemy lines. Well, for Qin Feng, his answer was simple: "Let's just go down fighting... maybe take down one or two before being skewered." But fortunately for him, fate did not allow his story to end in just one chapter. [DING! CONGRATULATIONS ON SUCCESSFULLY BINDING THE DIVINE SYSTEM] [Initializing System Configuration...] ... [Issuing Newbie Gift Pack…] [Congratulations! You have received: 10× Restoration Pills, Innate Dragon Elephant Physique.] And so, the story begins. Not of an unfortunate transmigrator competing for the title of Fastest Transmigrator to Die. But of an overpowered transmigrator who blasts through enemy plots with overwhelming strength and raises his family to a level even beyond imperial authority. --- The beginning of the book might give the idea that this book is all about fighting and getting SP, but that is incorrect. This book is basically me trying to paint the picture of a young noble who makes great achievements in war; earns a reputation of being invincible; returns home to face scheming ministers, nobles, and royals; foils those schemes with both intelligence and overwhelming cheats (yes, he won't be pretending to be smart, he'd abuse the hell out of his system); and ultimately rises to a position that shouldn't actually exist: a Grand Duke. A powerful force that's way above the royal family and Imperial family, a power that's obviously above imperial authority, but refuses to replace it. Hope you all enjoy it. --- Discord: @Still_Searching Patreon: /Still_Searching You can support this book and read advance chapters on my patreon. Power Stones and comments/feedbacks are greatly appreciated. Thank you, and have a pleasant time.

Imagine, having a normal life, not having everything you wanted but not wanting anymore. living your teenage years with bliss, then sudden betrayal,from someone you swore was a brother to you, Killed by a rich spoilt brat, who hated your guts, And still deciding to give him a second chance. Check it out. I have said perhaps too much.

NO SMUT. JUST KISSING. I was murdered by the two people I loved most—my fiance and my stepsister. Sickly, weak, and foolishly kind, I couldn’t even fight back. As I lay dying, I remembered all the novels I used to read—stories where villainesses lived fiercely, beautifully, without regret. I wished I could be like them. Then a voice echoed in the darkness. "Congratulations, host. You’ve been chosen for the Villainess System." Now, I’ve been reborn in a new world—strong, powerful, and feared. This time, I won’t be the victim. I’ll be the villainess… and I’ll decide how this story ends.

#DarkRomance #PossessiveAlpha #FeistyOmega #RoyalCourt #SlowBurnBond #Mpreg #ABO #Yaoi #Collar #Dominant The Mad King of Saha stands seven-foot-three, ruling a sleek modern empire with a reputation for brilliance and madness. He lost one mate to his brother-in-arms and swore never again. Then a wedding, a poisoned glass… and Christopher Malek. A sharp-tongued stand-in server who thinks he saves a king but only blows his own cover: he’s a dominant omega, unmarked and unbonded. Will a mad king and a hidden omega bend toward each other… or will the court tear them apart before a bond can even form? Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King

Jade has been an ordinary citizen for as long as she can remember, born into a commoner's household consisting of two infuriating older brothers and a nagging yet caring mother. She believes her life to be as ordinary as it can get, though her mind and fantasies are often ahead of normalcy. A few days after her nineteenth birthday, Jade is visited by an unassuming guest - Viscountess Ashbourne, who claims to be her biological mother. Jade is entreated by the Viscountess, yet largely threatened, to step into an unfamiliar world of aristocrats, sorcery, politics, and knighthood. Jade is forced to don the disguise of a man, but not just any man - her supposed twin brother, now deceased. She must take his place and bear his duty: a life she never dreamed of, even in her wildest imagination. Thrust into a world of pharaohs and schemers, Jade is left with two options: to fail, or to live.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.