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Luke transmigrated. The moment he opened his eyes, he arrived in the world of League of Legends, Runeterra, the continent of Valoran! He started with nothing to his name, and an old mother gravely ill in bed, an absolute nightmare of an opening. Yet on her deathbed, she handed him a mysterious necklace. When he brought the necklace to Demacia’s capital, the Great City of Demacia, he was stunned to discover that the father he had never even met was the reigning king! In the blink of an eye, Luke became Demacia’s second prince, his older brother was Jarvan IV. With a background like that, Luke suddenly felt that being a slacker prince didn’t sound so bad. On top of that, he also awakened a sign-in system. With nothing to do, he’d sign in, then go tease the blonde girl next door from House Crownguard, and flirt a little with Fiora from the neighboring house. Life like this didn’t seem half bad either.

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

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.

When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable. Jess C. Scott, The Intern Often some love to read books and find quotes within the books that stick to them. Canary has always felt like she was one of those books. But what ending and what the books will tell she doesn’t know. From a loving and warmth house she was thrown into a cold and unfamiliar age. Not knowing love even by her own mother. Canary now navigates the world as a child. From joyfulness of Lyikar to the judging and coldness of Grania.  She hopes to go back to Lyikar and when her father finally approves in comes a man named Agustin Abarca who changes and brightens her world in a way she never thought would happen in Grania of all places. In twist and turns Agustin and Canary navigate their marriage and the threat of a tyrant king and queen who threatens to destroy both them and their friends. Will Canary and Agustin make it in this marriage? Or will outside threats and painful secrets ruin it all.  “What’s the wolf about”? Agustin said staring at the pin. “If I am named after a golden bird then you are a black wolf the ruby in the middle is our love”. Canary said. “Love”? Agustin said. “You love me”? Canary nodded. “Although I love you more than you love me”. Canary smiled. “No”. Agustin hugged her. “I love you also so much I feel as though you’ve cast a spell on me Istella”.  This is the story of The Canary and the Wolf

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 50 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

Born as a curse but uses the power for good in the hope to protect humanity.

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

“We might be mortals, but our legacy will never die.” All her life, Salīa has been called a demon. The rebellious princess who no one believed deserved a crown. A girl her people decided was not one of them long before she could understand why. But those who truly know her see something different: a clever, kind, and mischievous warrior-healer willing to sacrifice everything for the people she loves. When her land is attacked, and her family vanishes without a trace, Salīa is forced to awaken something far greater than a crown - her destiny as the reborn Protector, a mysterious force that reincarnates whenever the realm needs it most. And just in time, too. After 300 years, the barriers have fallen, and demons have returned with a vengeance. As war spreads across the realm and a mysterious dark enforcer rises in its wake, Salīa must journey through treacherous lands, unravel ancient magic, uncover the truth behind the ancestral animals that shape every soul, and confront secrets buried deep within her past...and herself. All while searching for a fragmented prophecy that threatens to turn the realm against itself. Bound by duty. Haunted by desire. Tested by temptation. As time slips away and long-buried truths begin to surface, Salīa finds herself questioning not only her growing power - but what she is becoming. Because some believe the Protector will save the realm. Others believe she will destroy it. Eight lands. Eight books. One legacy. X IG - miss_sxvage

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

Magnus is the second son of the feudal lords of a great empire, but with the death of his parents his older brother, Charles, had to take over the administration of the fiefdom, but after 10 years of administration, Charles and Magnus suspect that there is a coup plot against their brother on the day of the parade in honor of the death of their parents, and for this Charles prepares for this coup action and Magnus must demonstrate the military strength of the city where he has administered for years.

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

After spending a decade of my lonely, monotonous life inside the sandbox VRMMO “Your Story Online”, obsessively building and roleplaying as the most absurdly overpowered character imaginable—Elizabeth Drakeheart Yggdrasil, the hybrid daughter between the Celestial Heavenly Ash Dragon King and the Abyssal Demon Queen of Chaos, wielder of celestial light, abyssal chaos, and every broken combination I could dream up—my world came crashing down when the server shutdown was announced. With a heavy heart, I waited for the final night the servers would close forever, staying logged in until 00:00 to say goodbye to my lovingly hand-crafted NPCs, my fantasy parents, and the world I had built with all my heart. But when the world faded from my eyes, instead of logging out, I met a godly being who called himself “Oblivion.” “I love what you made here, let’s do a collab.” Now I open my eyes as a newborn dragon-demon girl named Elizabeth Loumirayael Drakeheart—exactly the same character I min-maxed for a decade. This time, though, my fantasy parents are real, the golden palace is real, the magical and divine powers surging through my tiny body are real, and the apocalyptic threats closing in on me and my family—the Eight Calamities—are real too. There is no respawn, no logout button, and no second chances if I fail. My parents have already saved the world once, and they remain as powerful as I remember them. I could finally have the laid-back life I always dreamed of in my perfect fantasy world. But I know nothing can ever be completely perfect. And if I want my new family to survive, this dragon girl is going to have to grow up terrifyingly fast.

After the death of her parents, Grace built her life on duty, silence, and strength. But as she nears the throne, whispers of the past begin to surface— dark, persistent, and impossible to ignore. A secret long buried now claws its way into the light, threatening to unravel everything she thought she knew about her blood, her family… and herself. As deception coils around her and every truth turns to ash, Grace must face a haunting choice: protect the lie that keeps her kingdom safe, or uncover the truth that could destroy it— and her along with it.

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naive Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin. With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago, right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there was only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime, too.” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.

In 48 AC, as the realm celebrates the coronation of young King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, the skies above Oldtown darken. A dragon larger than any living beast descends upon the city — the Cannibal, black as ash and twice as cruel. Upon its back rides a prince long believed dead. Vaelaris Targaryen, twin to Viserys and lost to the sea during Maegor’s tyranny, has returned. Changed. Marked by scars and something deeper. As Faith Militant unrest reignites and rebellious houses test the rule of a boy-king, Vaelaris becomes both shield and shadow of the throne — Master of War, dragonrider, and silent enforcer of Targaryen dominance. But whispers spread. Of Valyria. Of unnatural survival. Of a prince who cannot burn. In a realm still bleeding from Maegor’s cruelty, peace may demand fire — and Vaelaris has never feared using it. Let’s see how Vaelaris will affect the coming of House of the Dragon… and perhaps even the age of Game of Thrones.

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)

His sister. His mate. She can only be one… and either choice will destroy them. Metheea Feylisse was raised in exile, hidden from the Dragon Prince who should have been her brother. Now she’s back in Katarthan under a false name, forced to train as a future bride… under his watch. Azrayel is powerful, ruthless, and impossibly drawn to her. If she’s the lost princess, she’s forbidden by blood. If she’s his fated mate, she’s forbidden by destiny. Either way, the closer they get, the hotter the fire burns— and when dragons burn, they burn for their bride. But when blood and destiny demand opposite things… which one will they betray? WARNING: Forbidden Relationship Trope Dub-con