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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”

She had the world. Now she’s being forced to marry the one man she hates. Princess Vittoria. Voted Most Beautiful Woman of the Century. One of the smartest. The fourth richest. She had sugar daddies, private jets, and men willing to burn the world for her. And she used every single one of them. But she ran from her fourth proposal. And her royal family finally snapped. In 3 weeks, she will marry Crown Prince Campbell. Her ex-lover. Her rival. The man she’s fantasized about killing for years. Arranged. Binding. No escape. There’s just one problem. Her ex-lovers aren’t ready to give her up. And they’re not above starting a war to keep her. Will Vittoria survive a marriage of enemies... Or will her past burn the crown to the ground?

"So naive, Melanie. So stupid." Those were the last words I heard before a bullet ended my life. Betrayed by my best friend and murdered by the man she loved, I thought the darkness of death was final. Instead, I woke up inside a web novel. Not as the beloved heroine. Not even as a lucky side character. I opened my eyes as **Seraphina Helene Valemont**—the spoiled, doomed villainess destined to be brutally executed for treason by her own husband, the notoriously cold and terrifying Duke Draven Everfrost. Armed with complete knowledge of the original plot, my survival strategy was simple: 1. Avoid making fatal mistakes. 2. Avoid the high-society enemies. 3. Above all else, **AVOID THE DUKE.** Except, the story refuses to follow the script. The monstrous Duke who was supposed to despise me is suddenly dragging me out of blood wars, tossing me swords to fight my own battles, and lazily controlling my limbs with dark magic just to mock my executioners. The events I memorized by heart are fracturing. Deeply buried political secrets are clawing their way to the surface, and the future I relied on changes with every passing sunrise. As deadly conspiracies threaten the empire and old legends refuse to stay buried, I am caught between a fate I desperately need to escape… and a demon masquerading as a man whom I was never supposed to trust. But the deeper I dig into the dark history of the North, the more terrifying one question becomes: *What if the most dangerous thing in this story was never the villainess?* Because some monsters are not born. Some monsters choose to chain themselves. And some names should have remained forgotten. **[MISSION UPDATE: SURVIVE.]** **[WARNING: ORIGINAL STORYLINE HAS DEVIATED.]** **[WARNING: UNKNOWN ENTITY DETECTED.]** **[CURRENT RISK LEVEL: CRITICAL.]** --- **~Author's Note:~** *First time writing a long, serialized story! Thank you so much for your patience, support, and love while I learn, improve, and build this world!* **THE READER'S PACT ** * **35 FREE CHAPTERS.** 0 excuses. Jump straight into the chaos! * **Kindly add this book to your Library** and Draven will personally protect you from Stephen's schemes. * Refuse... and Malaki wins. The choice is yours. ** THE VOTE REWARDS ** * **Power Stones** = Extra bonus chapters unlocked! * **Golden Tickets** = Mass chapter drops to satisfy your binge-reading! This is my official **WSA 2026** entry. Vote for the Everfrosts today... or watch Stephen try his luck again. **[Daily Chapter Releases — Never Miss a Beat]** **Connect with the Lore:** Instagram: **@merah_writes** TikTok: **@merah_writes**

This will be my second fan fiction trilogy piece of the historical fiction drama 'My Country: The New Age' X 'Empresses In The Palace' X 'The Matchmakers' X 'Josean Attourney'. I will be incorporating Yang Se Jong's, Woo Do Hwan's & Cho Yi Hyun's works as much as possible to keep up with the 'My Country The New Age' trio for as long as I possibly can in as many lifetimes I can carry it out for. Book 2/4.

In a world where wizards stand at the summit of civilization and knights exist only as shields and swords, one prince refuses to accept fate. Wizards believe the body is merely a vessel. Knights believe strength comes from training. Both are wrong. Reborn as the fourth prince of a kingdom in a world where magic reigns supreme, he possesses memories from another world and a mind that questions everything. Muscles can evolve. Bones can be reforged. Blood can be transformed. Instinct can be cultivated. Every limitation has a cause. Every cause can be understood. Every truth can be mastered, they all follows hidden laws waiting to be understood. While wizards decipher the laws of mana, he will uncover the laws hidden within flesh itself,he will seek truth through flesh.From mortal to something beyond even the greatest arch-mages, not without enjoying life in between. To the world, he is a madman. To scholars, a heretic. To history a taboo being. He will become the first Lord to make the Knight Path equal the Arcane, his journey begins with a single conviction: The body is the first and greatest mystery of the world. History will remember him as the Lord of Martial Truth, The Flesh Ascendant, The Mad Lord.

Picture this. Five teenagers with five visions, one of which shows the end of the world, with the only common word being “Aregis”. Between them, they must find the truth and prevent it from happening, at the cost of their lives. In their search, they'll come across a world that won't welcome them with open arms. They'll have to choose between saving the world or surviving. Will you read their story? The story of Humanity?

​The world is not as you know it. Hidden beneath the surface of everyday life-from the luxurious corridors of South African palaces to the quiet banality of a local high school named Milner-a secret war is being waged by ancient royal bloodlines and primordial demonic forces. ​Enter Hakuna, a young prince of the mighty Letebele Clan. Gifted with phenomenal power and burdened by the spirit of a ten-thousand-year-old entity named Psycha, Hakuna is expected to carry the weight of his legacy. But all he really wants is to navigate his confusing High School years, keep up with his superhuman friends, and maybe-just maybe-avoid permanently breaking reality during a casual confrontation. ​ ​As the lines between domestic squabbles, royal duty, and world-ending chaos blur, Hakuna must grapple with the shocking power he inherited from his father yet still doesn't fully understand. When his personal life collides with the war-leaving his loved ones suddenly vulnerable-Hakuna will be forced to unleash a level of destruction that could save his world or reduce it to ashes. ​The greatest danger to the world is not the darkness it hides, but the sheer, reckless power of the boy determined to protect the only people he cares about.

When Aaron and Ishaan pull two strangers out of danger during a festival night in Alzaras, they expect to never see them again. They don't expect seven days that change everything. They definitely don't expect to fall in love. And they absolutely don't expect to find out — on the eighth day — that the girls they fell for are princesses. Now, Isabella and Estella von Alzaras are coming to Delhi. Into cramped rooms, chaotic mornings, and a life nothing in their royal upbringing prepared them for. And somehow, impossibly, it feels like home. But something is moving in Alzaras. And the boys who started this story as ordinary are about to find out what they're willing to become. Two brothers. Two princesses. Seven days that started it all.

For years the worlds lay in a nest of shadows. A darkness so deep, its bloodlines had fused with it. Raven Willows, the daughter of shadows. Her fate tied to the dawn of her home world. Lost in the fringe of space, she drifted with the son torn from his mother. To awaken his spirit, a war must be won.

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?

“Wolves were everywhere. In politics, on thrones, in beds. They cut their teeth on history and grew fat on war.” ~Roshani Chokshi, The Gilded Wolves (The Gilded Wolves, #1) 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 book 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.  Tossed upon a world of wolves and herself being named after a bird. Canary seems to be filled with innocent. A innocent that the wolves around her seem to sense. She herself wishes to go back to Lyikar now that she is of age. But many things and obstacles come into place. All of them being of wolves especially one of love. All of her turmoil begins with a man named Agustin Abarca. The question is will it end with it. With an event named the great fire and the king being behind it. More and more problems being to come. The question for this little bird is will she be able to find herself out of this wolf den or be devoured by it. This is the story of Canary and the Wolf

I have been reborn in France, and luckily, I have the identity of the Crown Prince. The downside is that the current king is Louis XVI, and in two years, he will be guillotined. Since my father and the ministers can’t be trusted, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and reorganize France myself. First, I’ll make some money, just enough to solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for centuries. Then, I’ll strike hard at the nobles with ill intentions who seek to usurp power. After that, I’ll seize the vast lands held by the church, which sits idle. Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce will thrive together. I will be the greatest Crown Prince France has ever seen! 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/Johanssen10

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.

300 Power Stones on Sunday will unlock 3 chapter updates on Monday. 1x Magic Castle will unlock 6 chapter updates on the same day (though I admit this might be a bit impossible) (ᵕ—ᴗ—) — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire. But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses. A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin. But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan. Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him. Nolan: "Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life." Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes. Nolan: "My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!" And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began. — — — — — — — #Note: 1. The main character is lazy and oblivious to his surroundings. However, he deeply loves his younger sister, his mother, and the siblings he cares for as family. 2. Don’t worry—he won’t stay lazy and ignorant forever. There will be meaningful character development, and he’ll play a key role in helping his sister ascend the throne and become Empress. 3. While his laziness can be irritating, he’s actually a kind and supportive person. That said, he becomes ruthless when the lives of his loved ones are threatened. 4. As for romance—I'm still undecided about including a harem. The chances are low, though, since I’m more interested in telling a story with a single heroine… especially in an era flooded with harem novels. Ahem!

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

Born a prince of Manderana, he was never meant to live. On the night of his birth, the stars vanished, the moon disappeared, and the artifact of selection shattered—declaring his affinity as dark magic, a path unfit for a king. Spared from execution only by mercy, he was sentenced to exile. At the age of four, the unwanted prince was sent to the North—a land of monsters, demons, and endless war—armed with nothing but dangerous survival techniques and a monthly allowance that would end when he turned fifteen. No blessings. No hidden talents. No destiny written in his favor. Only observation, adaptation, and the will to live. This is not the story of a chosen hero. It is the story of a child who learned how to survive— and what that survival would eventually cost the world.

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.

Zairainah Millis was working student who was abused mentally by her co-workers transmigrated in the novel and became the hated villainess, Navia Devineris. Navia Devineris.... A villainess in the story... Destined to die at the end of the story... And betrayed by someone she love...

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.