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Nox awakens in the Rift, a place between worlds where death is only the beginning. Stripped of his memories, he is thrown into brutal Floors where monsters evolve by devouring flesh—and illusions are the first thing to die. Alongside Luna BloodMoon, a vampire noble surviving on the edge of starvation and guilt, Nox fights through twisted worlds while fragments of his forgotten past resurface. Once a slave purchased by the infamous researcher Alice Quartz, Nox may be more than just another lost soul.

At six years old, Kaelan Valrith witnessed his family collapse. When his noble father took a second wife from the capital, his mother—proud heir of the northern snowlands—fled in silence. Heartbroken and ill, she died within years… but not before her son vowed never to return to the man who broke her. Instead, Kaelan chose exile. For over a decade, he trained beyond the Icewall—amid barbarian clans, frozen wastes, and ancient ruins—forging his body into a weapon and his will into unbreakable ice. There, he forged a bond no human has claimed in centuries: a pact with a dragon of living frost. Now eighteen, he returns to the empire under his true name: Kaelan Valrith, Heir of the North. Enrolled in the Imperial Academy alongside princes and prodigies, he hides his power beneath calm eyes and a tattered coat bearing his mother’s wolf-and-crown emblem. But peace is an illusion. The Emperor is dead. His children vie for the throne. Monsters long thought myth are rising from forbidden lands. And whispers spread that the Valrith heir doesn’t just wield magic—he awakens it. Torn between vengeance, duty, and a princess who sees through his armor of ice, Kaelan must decide: Will he reclaim his father’s legacy?

…Queen Shala stood before the mirror in a hurry, fingers fumbling with her jewelry, brushing soft color on her lips, slipping into a light robe that hugged her curves just right. She had to leave soon, meet Ban in the quiet woods where no eyes could follow. Heart racing with that secret pull, she didn’t hear the door open. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, familiar yet… different. The king—her husband—pressed close, lips brushing her neck slow and hot. “Where are you going so fast, my love?” he whispered, voice deeper than usual, hands already sliding under the robe, finding skin warm and ready. She froze for a second, feeling the change—his touch bolder, hungrier, like fire instead of gentle warmth. But something enchanted pulled her in. She could tell this was not her husband maybe a doppelgänger but the enchantment made her lean back against him, breath catching. His fingers undid ties quick, robe falling open, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing peaks until she gasped soft. He turned her, kissed her deep and long, tongue claiming, body pressing hard—his manhood thick and pulsing against her thigh. Before she knew it, he lifted her onto the dressing table, jewelry scattering,.. Kia, the mischievous Cupid who shot a forbidden arrow at Queen Shala and rival general Ban—sparking a passion that could unravel kingdoms—is racing to stop it all. No reverse arrow exists, so he dives into the mortal world himself: shapeshifting, enchanting, slipping into intimate moments to pull her focus away from Ban. He has to forbid their growing love, avoid a possible disaster that looms if it burns too bright. But demons like the twisted illusionist Molik scheme to ruin his plans, angels watch wary from above, and true desire fights back harder than any spell. Can Kia save his reputation and keep the chaos from exploding… or will he get tangled in the very heat he’s trying to cool?

Liu Hui Ying was a normal detective in the eyes of the others, one who can solve any case that was handed to her. But what they don’t know is that behind her success are three ghosts! Born in the family of the celestial masters, Liu Hui Ying had the ability to see ghosts and sign contracts with them. This was how she tied three ghosts to serve her, while Liu Hui Ying was slurping on a smoothie, the three ghosts were working hard to get clues for the case, in exchange for their hard work, Liu Hui Ying will take care of what they desired the most. Life was perfect but then one day she by a twist of fate ended up getting transmigrated as an Empress, one that was entangled in a messy case! Now, she needed to solve the case with the help of her three ghosts before she was forced to drink poisoned wine! Watch her escape the palace schemes and become one of the most prominent Empress of her dynasty! But what was with the Emperor why was he chasing her? Get away! Don’t touch her! She was allergic to men! “ My dear, what do you want, is it gold, silver or an Empire?” asked the Emperor who once hated her very existence with love brimming in his eyes. “ You get away from me, you are making my allergies flare up,” scolded a very red and itchy Liu Hui Ying. Can the Emperor heal her broken heart and find a way to heal her allergies? Will love prevail or will Liu Hui Ying be replaced by someone more beautiful?

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth 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 forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed 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.

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.

It is a truth universally acknowledged among readers that a man in possession of a villain must be in want of survival. And it is a well-established fact that a third-rate villain, a mid-boss or even the end-game boss are always destined to die, as the plot demands. Therefore, they must struggle with everything they have just to live. Now imagine such a person, fully aware of these tropes, wakes up in the body of a crown prince doomed to fall. This prince, spoiled by debauchery, will soon lose his heir status and die a grim death. To survive, he must cling to his heir apparent status at all costs. Summer break has just started. He needs to convince the aristocracy in his weak faction not to abandon him before break ends. His camps are filled mostly with ambiguous weak earls. His one high aristocrat ally is Lady Margarett, the acting Duchess of Carpathia as well as his mistress. She's in his camp for now, wanting a minting rights to counter her cadets' family, who have been interfering with the usage of the duchy's reserve funds. But helping her with the minting rights is also another death Flag. His siblings have it easy with powerful backers: - Cardinal Darcy-the Lord Chancellor, for his youngest brother. - The majority of high aristocracy for his eldest brother. - Bankers and merchants for his sister. Worse still, the only other powerful aristocrats in his camp is the rich fiancée. Her family is richer than everyone, including the dukes, because of their gold mines and rare mineral mines. The problem is that the original prince politically betrayed her before. They are to end their engagement the moment his status is revoked. To hold his faction together, the prince must: - Deny Lady Margarett's minting rights without losing her loyalty. - Keep Lady Margarett's cadet famillies in check. - Win back his fiancée's trust before she leave. - Rally his weak earls without triggering civil war. Beside this there are many more things that he must deal with. Can this guy with superiority complex achieve it all? Note: The story is written in a pace extremely slow, I recommend not reading it if you can't wait. The protagonist may be manipulative, hypocritical, narcissistic potentially racist with the elves and other species.

"The law says a Queen cannot rule. The King says the law must be cheated to save the world." To protect the Seven Kingdoms from the rising darkness of Draeven Zareth, King Aetheron and his most trusted ally, Lord Kaelor, commit a desperate act of high treason. They swap their newborn children. Azeal, the son of a Lord, is raised as the Crown Prince—the "False Heir" who must endure the brutal Shadowed Abyss to prove his worth. Vaelora, the true Princess, is raised in the shadows of the court, her royal blood hidden to keep her safe from ancient laws and even deadlier enemies. But fate cannot be tricked so easily. As Azeal and Vaelora grow up together, a forbidden love ignites between them—a bond that defies the roles they were forced to play. Azeal fights to become the strongest King Solthera has ever seen, while Vaelora becomes the fire that guides his soul. When the Shadowed Abyss calls, the test is not just of strength, but of the heart. As Draeven Zareth’s forbidden magic breaches the borders, the truth of the swap begins to leak like poison. Azeal must face the ultimate trial: If he is not the true King, can his love and courage still save the woman he was born to protect? A saga of sacrifice, ancient trials, and a love that asks the heavens for one more chance: "Born me again."

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.

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

“You damn bastard emperor, son of a bitch. You really want to see me suffer, don’t you? You set me up to marry women whose families I slaughtered and kingdoms I burned. Do you think I’m an idiot? I know exactly what’s behind all your absurd little games!” Jeffrey has been called many terrifying names. The Mad Dog of Taurum. Bloodthirsty Monster. Reincarnation of the Devil. And many more... His whole life, he was nothing but an executioner, a weapon, a merciless beast. With his own hands, he helped his king conquer every kingdom across the land, drowning the world in fire and blood until the king’s ambitions were finally satisfied. But once the wars ended and vengeance was paid in full, Jeffrey wanted only one thing: peace. To sit in silence, to rest in obscurity, maybe even sleep forever in a coffin of his own choosing. The world, of course, had other plans. That wretched emperor gave him the cruelest “gift” imaginable: marriage to four princesses and a queen from the very kingdoms he had burned to the ground. Beautiful? Yes. Graceful? Certainly. But each of them carried their own danger. One could raise an army of the dead. Another’s rage could level cities. Another could reduce anything to ash with a single strike. Their beauty was nothing but a mask for hatred, vengeance, and chaos. And the worst part? Every one of them wanted him dead. The problem? Jeffrey couldn’t die. His curse of a power kept him alive no matter how broken his body or shattered his heart became. So, with a crooked smile, he offered them exactly what they wanted most: “Go ahead. Kill me.” Thus begins his blood-soaked harem life, tangled with intrigue, hatred, and bitter laughter. Because in this household, love is the last thing anyone should expect.

Aurelia Caelistra was born to rule: brilliant, cold, and certain that the Caelistra name would secure her place among Aramont's greatest mages. But the Arcane Academy humiliates her on the first day when Kael Arden, a quiet, commoner scholarship-born prodigy bests her in a public duel. The loss shatters her certainty and exposes a gap Aurelia never thought possible: Kael sees Aether as threads to be read, not flames to be flaunted. As whispers spread and nobles scoff, Aurelia's pride hardens into determination. She refuses to be defined by a single defeat. But Kael keeps his past hidden and his motives close. His brilliance may burn as bright as hers or burn everything down. In a kingdom where magic and bloodlines shape destiny, Aurelia must learn whether legacy is a cage or a ladder, and whether the most dangerous power is the one you refuse to see.

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches into the roaring river and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes purple peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?

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.

#WSA2026 Original host was accused of dark magic and was executed??-I look at the figure in front me "shh there's more to it"- " maybe you belonged here princess"-the voice whispered

One human girl. Four Highborn beastmen. A world that wants to claim her… or kill her. When Kanah falls into the Beastworld of Aetheryon, she becomes the rarest prize: a living human. Dragons want to hoard her. Elves want to bind her. Wolves want to scent-mark her. Leopards want to chase and claim her. And the Beast King wants her for reasons darker than desire. Her arrival ignites war, obsession, and an uncontrollable pull between her and the four most powerful males in the realm. Their instincts say “mate.” Her humanity says “run.” But fate has its own rules— and the Beastworld never lets go of what it wants.

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.

As he was about to ascend, Fu Xian looked once more at those around him. Beyond were those he had sent out to explore the world for him… Below were the children he was still caring for, those that cheered his acension. His vision was blurry as a talisman opened up in front of him, "Old friend… I've only awakened you after three hundred years of arduous cultivation. But after the years of suffering, sweet rain fell from the sky. Today, I, with the effort of countless 'Me', shall reach immortality!" … Additional Tags: #Clones #Gu #Demonic #Taoist #Buddhist #Beast Join my discord for illustrations, notes and discussion: k49SMcEva9