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Transmigrated: Married to a Cold Mage, So I Built My Own Kingdom

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** I might increase chapter release, depending on the popularity. ♡♡♡ Discord: https://discord.gg/Beq3hS9GK3 Instagram: dreamy_cloud143
Dreamy_Cloud143 · 170.2k Views

MARRIED TO A DEMON DUKE

“Your grace! Swear to me that I will be the only one to give you an heir!” I demanded, my voice breathy and firm while the duke and the members of court bore my statement a witness. “Your wish is my command, Duchess!” Alaric declared coldly. ********* In a world where dreams and reality collide, a young, whimsical girl from the 21st century finds herself inexplicably transported to the tumultuous 18th century—a realm brimming with demons, angels, enchanted beasts, shifters, and powerful witches. In this fantastical landscape, two lonely hearts from completely divergent worlds are drawn together in an intoxicating dance of fate. With a mere touch, the embers of love can ignite into an inferno, giving way to a tempest of passion, longing, and danger, where even the most forbidden desires can come to life. Just before her impending wedding to a much older general, Ava Philips stumbles upon a captivating stranger, a chance encounter that spirals into a whirlwind romance under the stars. As they open up about their heart-wrenching truths, they find sanctuary in each other's arms, igniting a fire neither anticipated. But as dawn breaks, the stranger vanishes without a trace, leaving Ava shattered and alone, her heart in ruins. Months later, Ava's world becomes even more complicated when she discovers she's pregnant with the child of this enigma—an imprint of love that lingered for just one night. With society’s scorn raining down upon her, she faces unbearable humiliation from her family, ultimately leading her into a desperate arrangement: marriage to a wealthy nobleman from a neighboring kingdom, bent on hiding a dark secret. Transformed into a Duchess and matriarch in a foreign land, she captivates not only her husband but also the noble prince, Duke’s brooding brother, and the executioner all vying for her heart amidst the chaos of her new existence. Meanwhile, Ava must present an heir to the new king, Alaric. But Noctara, her co-wife, plays the deadliest games to deter it. As Ava embarks on this new chapter, as queen and Alaric as king. She steps into a life disigned with ancient magic and perilous intrigue. But the shadows of the past are relentless. As Ava navigates through deception, dark spells, and the intricate politics of her newfound life, she must confront her desires and unravel the secrets that bind her to her memories. What awaits Ava as she uncovers her true strength in a world where danger lurks at every corner, and love might be the greatest risk of all? Adventure, passion, and the fight for freedom beckon—will she seize her fate, or will the ghosts of her past consume her?
Birdiee · 15.6k Views

House of Medici: The Last Blood

Persia Zarwick was not a hero. She was a pimp, a criminal, and a street predator dressed in gold. A smiling parasite who understood that loyalty lasted only until fear, love, or money offered something better. For sixty years, persia survived the streets of chicago by refusing to become anyone’s prey. Then one night, beneath the flickering lights of a filthy motel parking lot, her own people betrayed her. Surrounded. Shot in the back. Executed by a young man who believed he had finally killed the monster. Persia expected hell. Instead, she woke up beneath the painted ceiling of an ancient palace. Her new body belonged to Annabelle de’ Medici. The forgotten former head of one of europe’s oldest and most corrupt dynasties. A tiny but towering, frail and aged woman abandoned inside her own home while her nephew ruled florence in her place. The medici believe Annabelle is weak. They believe she is dying. They believe the inheritance buried with her can never rise again. They are wrong. Outside the palace walls, the world is collapsing beneath disease, fear, and political unrest. Strange rumors are spreading. Events are being buried. And somewhere among ordinary orchards and forgotten places, persia has awakened inside a family built on masks. A house of blood, wealth, betrayal, and beautiful monsters. Unfortunately for them, she has spent an entire lifetime learning how monsters survive. And this time, she does not intend to settle for one street. She intends to own the city. ⸻ (Persia’s POV) "Let’s start with you." I said with a bloody smile. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
BOOKBRINGER · 45.6k 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_ · 236.8k Views

Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 1m Views