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"Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

"Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.

“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.

In "Beyond the Crown", a tale of secrets, passion, and power unfolds in a world of opulent splendor, where a coterie of ladies-in-waiting navigate the treacherous waters of courtly life, entwining their lives with those above them, and becoming embroiled in the intricate dance of intrigue, loyalty, desire and love.

She wasn't supposed to exist in his world. Navi wakes up in a time that doesn't recognize her- where her face, her voice, even her presence feels... wrong. To everyone else, she's a threat. Something unnatural. Something to be erased. But to him- she's impossible to ignore. A prince bound by duty. A girl lost in time. They can't understand each other's words... but he understands her fear. And she's starting to trust the one man who could either protect her- or destroy her completely. In a world that wants her gone, survival isn't enough. Because the closer she gets to him... the harder it becomes to leave. (I am the original author of this story. It is also published by me on Royal Road and Wattpad under the same title.)

Ongoing new Russia Novel Author’s Note21+ Ninel Nastasya Anna (Writer Oriniska) This is the final chapter of The Fate of the Shadow. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, supporting, and staying with this story until the very last word. I hope their fate, choices, and shadows remain with you long after the final chapter. — Author Anna ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains adult themes, intense emotional conflict, dark elements, violence, and psychological tension. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or other non-commercial purposes permitted by law. Written & Illustrated by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska Languages: Bengali, English, Russian First Edition: 2028 Story Overview — The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions, covert operations, and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor—a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Their collision sparks a complex relationship—built on trust, betrayal, desire, and conflict. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance Dual Lives & Secret Missions Action, Thriller & Adventure Mafia & Criminal Underworld Royal Bloodlines & Traditions Betrayal & Revenge Drug Trade & Dark Networks Intense Chemistry & Psychological Conflict Power Struggles & Control Loyalty vs Duty Character Profile — Alia Skills Summary Alia is a highly trained operative and versatile warrior, excelling in physical, psychological, and technological combat. Martial Arts Expertise: Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, advanced hand-to-hand combat. Weapons Mastery: Expert in sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and specialized firearms with exceptional precision. Psychological Warfare: Skilled at destabilizing opponents through manipulation, mental tactics, and strategic deception. Technology & Cyber Espionage: Proficient in hacking, encryption bypass, cybersecurity infiltration, drone operation, and covert surveillance.Character Profile — Viktor Skills Summary Viktor is a highly skilled operative and strategic enforcer, shaped by a dark, violent past and honed in covert operations and criminal underworld networks. He excels in psychological manipulation, combat strategy, and high-stakes intelligence missions. Combat Expertise: Master in hand-to-hand combat, Krav Maga, close-quarter tactics, and disarming opponents. Exceptional skill in firearms, including sniper rifles, assault rifles, pistols, and specialized tactical weapons. Psychological Warfare: Adept at destabilizing targets through intimidation, deception, and mental manipulation. Expert in reading opponents’ behavior and exploiting weaknesses. Intelligence & Covert Operations: Skilled in surveillance, counter-surveillance, infiltration, and extraction missions. Proficient in cybersecurity, hacking, encryption bypass, and covert communication techniques. Strategic Leadership: Capable of planning high-risk missions, manipulating power dynamics, and controlling outcomes. Operates in morally gray areas where loyalty, survival, and control are constantly tested.Due to account limitations, I am unable to officially mark this story as “complete on Webnovel. However, I want all my readers to know—this is truly the end of the journey for these characters. Their story ends here.

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

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.

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.

In Illuminés, the City of a Thousand Lights, power belongs to alphas and obedience is carved into the bones of omegas. Soren was supposed to be safe a beta, invisible, untouchable. But fate branded him with the rarest mark: an Omega Dominant, a living anomaly whose beauty could ignite wars and whose scent could bend kings to their knees. He hides behind layers of powder and lies, serving in the Palace of Golden Ashes where predators roam and secrets bleed through gilded walls. Every breath is a gamble, every glance a blade. Because if they discover what he is, he won’t just lose his freedom he’ll lose himself. And when the Alpha of Alphas turns his gaze toward him, survival becomes a dangerous game of desire and power. PS: It my first tentative to write a novel so it will not be perfect but I will still try enjoy☺️

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

What is it like to be reincarnated as a prince? Handsome appearance, excellent talent, absolute authority... Very good, I suppose the next script involves me working diligently to show off my skills! Heehee, I must dominate the world! But when Faust picked up the shoe lost by his dance partner, he suddenly realized. So this is still a fairy tale world! But who can tell me... What do you mean by a "Snow White" who brings midwinter with her beauty and grants madness with her song? What do you mean by "Little Red Riding Hood," a kin of the Blood Moon and a hunter who slaughters Great Ones? What do you mean by "The Little Mermaid," who leads the deep blue swarm and judges all living beings on land? .................. This fairy tale world seems a bit too extreme. Bro, with these monsters and demons who destroy the world at the drop of a hat around, how am I supposed to dominate the world anymore! ____________________________ Author: 拥抱战斗的荣耀 Hi, as usual, this is a translation of the original novel. I will update 2 chapters daily, and happy reading.

Aurora will become your favorite MC, please give it a read :)

In the kingdom of Eryndor, where the divine blood of kings has thinned over generations and beasts prowl the forests beyond the walls, a temple servant named Lydia serves in the shadow of Princess Myra's cold authority. Lydia is the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, a beauty that has drawn unwanted attention, cruel judgment, and the hatred of a princess who sees her as a threat. When a night of violence leaves her carrying a child, Lydia is condemned before the entire realm, sentenced to raise her son only to lose him when he comes of age. But on the day of her humiliation, there is Divine intervention Shadows speak of an ancient war. Creatures long thought myth appear in the sky. And the child, Carlisle, is revealed to be something the world has not seen in centuries, pure divine blood, born of powers long dormant. As beasts gather in the forest and the royal family's darkest secrets begin to surface, Lydia must protect her son from a princess who fears what she cannot control, a prince who denies his own blood, and a prophecy that promises war. But the greatest danger may not be the creatures outside the walls. It may be what is waking inside her child.

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic. They were the weavers of Black Magic, or in more common terms — Witches. For thousands of years, the world has been barren of them, for a Witch is not born. She is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be driven past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a Devotion that rivals her own — a Dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the Mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps. — Warning: Dark Themes, Explicit Gore and Sexual Content — Tags: Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth

It began with the sundering of Being and Abyss. The Deas and the Abyssites discorded themselves over what should be and what should not be.  Destiny, greatest of the Abyssites, compelled: "All that is shall be; all that is, is Me. I am King of Abyss. All there is, is My decree."

A twin that should never have existed during the twilight years of the Targaryen dynasty. A new song shall be written.

After regressing, my second marriage to my ex-husband was solely for pregnancy. A miserable marriage life. My only hope in my loveless marriage was the child. My first life ended tragically, attacked by an unknown assailant. ‘If I could go back, I wouldn’t love him.’ In this second chance, unlike my past life of seeking love, I marry him solely to meet my child again. “Just maintain our marriage for a year.” In exchange, I’ll help him uncover the secret of the incident from 10 years ago. I thought we were just a couple in name… “There’s no need to consummate on the first night.” “I want to.” He was different from my previous life. * I planned to quietly leave once I had the child. But upon seeing his mistress, I couldn’t stay silent. “That woman, she’ll be the one you love.” Confronted with my words, his unexpected reply was, “You’re my wife until this contract ends.” “…….” “I’ll do this and more, only with you.” Seeing his chilling obsession, I reminded myself. Don’t forget, Blair. He doesn’t love you. So this time… I’ll leave you first.

Noah is a transmigrator who arrived in the Britain of the Type-Moon world, becoming a subordinate of the famous witch, Morgan. At this moment, Merlin has just announced the matter of the Sword in the Stone, declaring that "he who pulls out this sword shall be the divinely chosen king." However, Morgan has long seen through Merlin's trickery and orders Noah to take this opportunity to infiltrate the enemy's ranks as a knight and find the right moment to assassinate the new king. Knowing the plot, Noah is aware that Morgan sent many "assassins" who eventually surrendered and even became Knights of the Round Table, so he agrees to go. According to his plan, he was supposed to fail in his assassination of Artoria and then naturally transition into becoming a Knight of the Round Table. But... Holding the Sword in the Stone and watching the knights below immediately pledge their loyalty to him, even Noah doesn't know what to say. It turns out... I'm the new king?

In the original novel, Lillian de Valois was nothing more than a brainless villainess. Cast out by her family and despised by her fiancé, the Crown Prince, she eventually met a gruesome end at the hands of a mob for her "crimes" against the pure Saintess, Celestia. But when I woke up in Lillian’s body, I discovered a terrifying truth. Celestia is no Saintess. She is a transmigrated "player", someone who treats this world like a dating sim and the male leads like mere pawns to farm affection points. Watching these men being manipulated until their reputations were ruined and their souls shattered, I couldn't help but sigh. "Hey guys, come be friends with me instead. Let's heal those broken hearts together." I only wanted to save them to rewrite my own tragic end. I just wanted to be a good friend so we could all enjoy life in peace. But something went horribly wrong… Crown Prince Alistair: "Lillian, forget our old engagement. I will crawl on my knees if I must, just to propose to you properly." Tower Master Caspian: "My dear apprentice, no one is allowed to lay a finger on even a single strand of your hair but me." Duke Boreas: "The North is freezing, but as long as you are there, it is my only paradise." Holy Knight Dominic: "I once condemned you in the name of the Gods. Now, I offer myself as your personal blade to atone for my sins." Wait a minute! Aren't you all supposed to be the Saintess's leads? Why are you all trying to move into my house? Celestia: "Give them back to me! Why have their affection points dropped to the negatives? System, there’s a glitch! Re-evaluate!!!" Lillian: "There’s no glitch. It’s just that all your “fish” have jumped into my pond.”