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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.

“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.

#DarkRomance #ModernRoyalty #PossessiveAlpha #DominantOmega #AlphaDominant #RoyalCourt #ForcedEngagement #SlowBurn #ABO #PowerImbalance #ChosenMate #PoliticalMarriage Dean Fitzgeralt has spent his life protected by power, choice, and the careful distance his family built around him. As a dominant omega born into one of the Empire’s most influential houses, he knows what the world expects of him and how carefully those expectations must be managed. When political pressure closes in, Dean makes a choice meant to end a growing diplomatic standoff: he accepts an engagement to Crown Prince Arion of Alamina without truly knowing the man behind the proposal. Arion is a dominant alpha whose power comes with a brutal truth: without a mate, he is dangerously close to madness. If he goes berserk, entire regions could pay the price. Dean is the only solution. Now bound by his choice, Dean must leave everything familiar behind and step into Alamina’s court, where patience is lethal, possession is quiet but absolute, and Arion’s restraint rests on him alone. He chose this willingly. What he didn’t know was how dangerous being chosen back would be. Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King Taming the Wild Beast of Alamina

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.

What would you do if you woke up in a body that wasn’t yours… in a world you’ve never seen… and were suddenly struck by an excruciating pain in your belly? At first, you think it’s just some strange, inexplicable sensation but before you can make sense of it, a man forces his way into your life, dragging you along against your will. You expect answers, but instead, when he lays a hand on your stomach, his eyes widen with a sly smirk as he whispers, “Finally. I found you…” Thrown into a strange land and into the arms of a man madly obsessed with you, your life is flipped upside down. Siyoon Park, once a boring, aimless man in Korea must navigate desire, danger, and a mysterious force tied to his body that he cannot yet understand. In a world where passion can be as lethal as secrets, can Siyoon survive the possessive gaze of a man whose dragon blood has chosen him or will he surrender to pleasure, obsession, and a fate he never signed up for?

Reincarnated as a prince with devastating looks, godlike talent, and absolute power? Finally, time to conquer the world! But when Faust picks up a glass slipper left behind by his mysterious dance partner, three words shatter his fantasy: It's a fairy tale. And not the Disney kind. Snow White's beauty doesn't inspire love, it brings killing frost and madness-inducing screams. Little Red Riding Hood? She's a Blood Moon hunter who slaughters ancient gods for sport. The Little Mermaid commands abyssal armies that could drown continents, judging humanity from her deep-sea throne. This isn't a world of happily-ever-afters. It's a nightmare wrapped in a bedtime story. World domination? Faust will be lucky if he survives the weekend. What to Expect: some disney princesss stuff fate

In a fractured realm where power and perception decide everything, two royal sisters stand on opposite sides of fate—one feared as a tyrant, the other believed to be a symbol of hope. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, trust becomes fragile, and truth is easily rewritten by unseen hands. Beneath the palace’s golden silence, hidden motives begin to twist every bond into something dangerous. As the kingdom slowly falls into uncertainty, love, loyalty, and belief will be tested—because even the purest hearts can be shaped by lies.

The jester looked at her maliciously. "My Queen, the King is betraying you with a woman far beneath you, who is absolutely nothing compared to you. So, why not betray him with me?" ​Evangeline, who met her tragic demise when everyone abandoned her—even her husband, the King, who left her to die and fled—had no one left by her side except Silver. Silver, the jester, refused to leave her, even if it meant facing his own death. He paid with his life so that she could activate a forbidden magic and undo her past. ​Now, she is back. Two years before the fires. Two years before her execution. ​With the memories of her bloody end and a Joker hidden in her sleeve, Evangeline won't just survive—she will dismantle the deck and rewrite the rules of the game. This time, the Queen won't be a pawn in anyone's play.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

After crossing over, Shen Han finds himself trapped in the body of the Shen family’s most disliked junior—a boy ignored by his clan and left with no prospects. Before he can even adjust to this new identity, an imperial decree arrives, announcing that he is to marry a princess. Whispers spread instantly. The entire family waits for him to disgrace himself, convinced that a useless junior like him will only bring shame upon the household. But what no one knows is this: Shen Han has awakened a rare system capable of extracting the “prefixes” of things. And with every prefix he extracts, he grows stronger in ways no one can predict.

A crumbling empire, a turbulent government, widespread chaos, and an international arena filled with covetous foreign powers—this was Spain in the latter half of the 19th century. Reborn as Carlo, the first Spanish King of the House of Savoy, his absolute priority right now is figuring out how to secure his throne.

A modern royal setting, the male lead has a leg disability. Five years ago, their statuses were worlds apart. He was the Prince of a nation and she was a commoner; they were fated to end in divorce. When others mocked her for marrying a cripple, she would only give a faint smile. When they divorced, he gripped her chin and demanded, "Am I..." Five years later, they met again. The next day, he came with money to pester her relentlessly.

Louis, a working man, after dropping dead from overwork, unexpectedly travels to the Star Continent, where gods roam and hundreds of races stand, becoming the first emperor in the history of the Ense Empire to ascend to the throne as a prince with a foreign surname. At this moment, the Imperial Capital is an ocean of laughter, to which he has made an indelible contribution. Because the revolutionary army is escorting him to the guillotine. As the trapezoidal blade falls, he ends his headless life... or so it should have been. But when he wakes up again, he returns to the moment just before he becomes a prince, with the diary he carried before his death also coming back with him. It records his future. But he doesn't know that Olivia, the Second Princess of the Ense Empire, has just been reborn, too...

After years of hard study, she finally became a master's degree holder. One day, she suddenly finds herself traversing into a different world as an illegitimate daughter. In her previous life, she was a prominent student from a prestigious university; in this life, she is a weak girl from a noble family. She hides her brilliance, conceals her sharpness, aims for survival, and seeks peace. However, the scholarly family she is part of is also fraught with countless disputes and endless troubles. The concubine schemes against her, her legitimate sister plots, leading to her ruin and disgrace. Retaliation is a must! Her attitude must be gentle! Her methods absolutely ruthless! She retaliates fiercely with gentle means, and what's next is... Marriage? To whom? Can she choose her own spouse? This is a serious issue. *******************************

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides, why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

My name is Chen Mo, a gaming nerd. Recently, I've been obsessed with a single-player game called "Absolute Immortal" and have defeated the final boss, [Lady Yu], over a hundred times using cheats. Then, I transmigrated. I became Lady Yu's lackey. On my first day at work, why does it feel like Her Majesty is looking at me strangely...? ... My name is Yu Youhan, Imperial Consort of the Yuan Dynasty, with immense cultivation power, dominating the nine provinces. I recently had a 'dream'. In the dream, I was wantonly tormented by a man, utterly powerless. I initially thought it was a mistake in my cultivation, thus giving rise to a heart demon, until that 'inner demon' appeared right in front of me... ... Within the high walls of the deep palace. 'There are many ways to conquer a heart demon, it doesn't necessarily have to be through force...' 'Your Majesty, I, I admit defeat!' 'Who allowed you to admit defeat? Dare to defy this palace, and you'll be punished for another hour!' '...'

In Kaliyug, Rudra dies defending innocents—alone, betrayed, but unbroken. In death, he stands before Shiva and Parvati… and learns the truth. He was never merely human. Chosen to descend into the Mahabharata era, Rudra is reborn as the Crown Prince of an ancient dynasty, carrying within him the Dharma-Karma Chronicle System—a divine mechanism that does not reward mercy alone, but balance, dominance, and consequence. This is not a story of hesitation. This is the chronicle of a man who will: • Rewrite dharma without apology • Break adharma before it matures • Turn Karna into a rival, Arjuna into a benchmark, and Krishna into a witness • Reshape the Mahabharata long before the dice are cast Overpowered. Strategic. Charismatic. Loved by allies, feared by enemies. This is not the Mahabharata you know. This is the one that happens when karma starts keeping accounts early.

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!