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Something had changed... Threads on the Great Tapestry of Fate had been compromised and moved. The outskirt rat had been found before the world had the time to truly crush him. New bonds, new laughs, and new pains await ahead.

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”

For 187 years, the kingdom of Riffydin has lived in the shadow of Rameira. Its language is banned, its festivals are silenced, and its women, once honored as goddesses, are crushed beneath cruel laws. Hope has become a forbidden word. Velaris was born into that darkness. Her name means daughter of the shadow, but her father vowed that no one would steal her joy. Raised in secret among the whispers of a forgotten culture, Velaris grows up hearing the old saying that abundance never leaves a home that has a daughter. As she grows, she discovers that the Rameirians fear something about girls like her, and that the history of her people is not entirely lost. It is hidden in songs, in names, and in a language the empire could never fully erase. When injustice takes everything she loves, Velaris must choose between a quiet life of survival and the dangerous road toward freedom. With only a handful of allies, a fragile flame of hope and a power she doesn't yet understand, she sets out to unite a broken people and challenge the tyrants who stole their kingdom. But a revolution will cost her more than courage. To free her country, Velaris must face the shadow that gave her her name.

Tags: #Romance, #R18, #Revenge, #weaktostrong, #Fast-paced, #Royal #family #Betrayal. #Breeder, Touch her and die , #Lycan, #Ruthless, #Dominant, #Witches, #Gore. On the night before her wedding, Arabella Montclair believed she was the luckiest wolf alive. Mated to the powerful Alpha Victor Ashford. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Finally free from a lifetime of living in her stepmother’s shadow. She poured her heart into planning the perfect ceremony, convinced that tomorrow would mark the beginning of her happily ever after. Instead, it became the day her world shattered. Before the entire Silver Moon Pack, Arabella walks into her own wedding hall, only to find her mate standing at the altar with another bride. Her stepsister. Humiliated and exposed, her most guarded secret is revealed: she carries an F-class fertility rating, deemed cursed, unworthy of bearing an heir. In a world where fertility defines a wolf’s value, she is rejected, discarded, and publicly stripped of her title as mate. “I reject you.” With those words, her bond is severed. Her wolf falls silent. And Arabella is condemned to the lowest fate imaginable, declared a breeder, a life worse than slavery. Beaten. Broken. Forgotten. But fate is far from finished with her. On the very day she is cast aside, the immortal Lycan King, Enzo Obsidian, arrives unannounced at Silver Moon Pack. A ruthless ruler with violet eyes and centuries of power behind him, Enzo has come to investigate corruption festering within the pack. He expected deceit. He expected betrayal. He expected blood. He did not expect her. Among the women paraded before him as entertainment, one figure stands out, a girl in torn white lace, head bowed, silent yet defiant. She smells of pain… and something far rarer. She does not belong there. As secrets unravel and hidden truths surface, the rejected breeder may be more than what anyone believes. And the king who fears nothing may soon find himself entangled in a fate neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes, the one deemed unworthy by a pack… is the one destined to stand beside a king.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

A modern man. A reenactor who dreamed of knights, honor, and history. But when the Seven summon him, his dream turns into a nightmare. His new identity? Joffrey Baratheon — the most hated king in Westeros. His new reality? The very day the boy-king is fated to choke to death at his own wedding. --- This is a translation! Original author: “СкальдЪ”

Her Ladyship Anastasia Roseline Sinclair of Florence believed she had everything: a noble title, a promising future, and the love of Aaron Dinkley—the charming son of Duke Andrew Dinkley of Fortshire, one of Flambodia’s most powerful fiefs. Childhood sweethearts, Anastasia and Aaron were raised to believe they were destined for each other. But destiny is a cruel mistress. On the eve of her succession to Duchess of Florence, Anastasia is betrayed—by Aaron, the man she loved, her stepsister, and her own family. Stripped of her title, murdered in cold blood, and discarded like refuse in the wastelands, she is left to die. Yet death does not claim her. At the brink of death, Anastasia is reborn—not as a phoenix, but as a vulture. A vulture ready to devour the flesh and bones of her enemies. Cold and ravenous for retribution. She will reclaim her crown, her dignity, and her name. And she will make them all bleed. Because revenge is a meal best served cold. ......... Crown Prince Daniel Maxwell Devonte of Flambodia is feared across kingdoms. Ruthless in battle, merciless in court, he is known as the Dragon—a warrior whose enemies tremble at the mere mention of his name. His fame attracted him more enemies than friends including his own family. His own father King Reginald the Fifth, hated him but mostly feared him because of his power. Rumours swirled in the wind that his mother the former Queen cheated on the King and that he was not his son. However, rumours based on assumptions could not be regarded as evidence. Although it did not stop the current Queen and her minion children to peck around them and use them to their advantage in order to taint his already spoiled reputation. Daniel wears revenge like armor, his fury buried beneath layers of strategy and silence. He trusts no one. Loves no one. Until he meets her. The fiery red-haired stranger with eyes like embers and a soul forged in betrayal. Anastasia. Together, they are chaos incarnate. Two broken souls bound by vengeance, drawn together by bloodshed and ambition. Their enemies will fall. Their kingdoms will burn. And the world will learn what happens when you cross a Duchess and a Dragon.

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In the White Lands, A couple of young nobles, Lassius Evergoth and Efalia Maliross, known for being part of the Ruler's inner circle and nobles of good heart, got falsely accused of Royal's Jewelry and workers citizens money theft by no other than Lassius' cousin, Feliros Evergoth, being subjugated like criminals, and with no option but run away from the estate. Running and hiding for days, the couple stumble with a figure that might be the salvation of their image and clean their names. Now, with this person by their side, they fight for the downfall of Ferilos and their ascension back to nobility.

Leon never expected that when he woke up, he would become Odin's second son and the sun god of Asgard, although this title was made up by his father. When Thor smashed through the training ground with his hammer, and when Loki conjured up a clone to try to trick him into getting up, Lion just wanted to lie on the terrace of Asgard and practice his sun priesthood to the fullest. 【Photosynthesis, lazy days.】 Until the Frost Giant provoked him and ruined his nap. Leon sighed, raised his hand, and golden light spread across the nine realms, turning the glacier into a hot spring and boiling the enemy chief into an egg. "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?" But when one of his two wronged brothers was demoted to the middle court and the other was secretly causing trouble, Leon finally stood up as if accepting his fate. "I really can't do anything with you!" "Okay, time to go to Earth to bask in the sun and visit my silly brother who's been stripped of his divine power." Thor: My brother is invincible! Loki: Could you please not hit me in the face next time? But Leon soon discovered that this universe seemed more lively than he had imagined?

You can visit my profile and check my book. ____ Book Title: Mahakala: The End of All Paths Genre: Indian Fantasy / Cultivation _______________ This book is dropped. Aaryan, a person from the 21st century, was unexpectedly reincarnated in the early 20th century and awakened his memories after an accident happened to his family. He wanted revenge on the British, who had killed his mother, because his father, as a big zamindar (landlord), refused some orders of the British, so they killed her. In order to avenge his mother, his father said one thing: If you want revenge, then go. But remember, you can't take revenge with your fist alone, you also need the brain. Go to the UK and study there. Before he went there, he awakened his memories, and also the system. But the system's requirement was to attend any big events that would shake the world. And it was given to board the ship Titanic. And only after boarding would it activate. So he boarded it in 1912. And then his journey to revenge started. And he said one thing: It is said that the sun never sets in the British Empire—but it will not only set, it will also be drowned in this empire forever.

______________ You can visit my profile and check my book. ____ Book Title: Mahakala: The End of All Paths Genre: Indian Fantasy / Cultivation. [This Book is Dropped] In 1558, the fifteen-year-old Ayush wakes up to be transported back into medieval India, only to realize that he was the prince of the once-thriving Yadu Empire ruthlessly destroyed by the Mughal forces. In the evening, while escaping from the Mughals, Ayush unintentionally turns on a strange system that relates to him. That system was named the "Strongest Empire System" and has promised to restore and establish for him a new empire which might surpass all known civilizations at a certain point of history. He wanted to destroy the Mughal Empire which has destroyed his kingdom and almost killed his father. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• [System] [Harem] [Kingdom Building] [Empire] [Strong Leader] [Smart] [Quick Thinker] [Current Technology] [Black Technology] [Genetic development] [Killing] [Ruthless] [Indian Subcontinent ] [Mediaeval India] Please move to the main chapter for the real feal. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• For contact to Author, ig account :- skye.ternal

[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.

When a modern doctor succumbs to exhaustion in the midst of a global pandemic, he awakens in the past—as Erik, the newly crowned king of Sweden in the 14th century. But this is no ordinary second chance at life. The Black Death is on the horizon, and Europe teeters on the edge of collapse. As war brews between kingdoms desperate for power amidst the coming devastation, Erik must navigate the treacherous world of medieval politics, where alliances are fragile and betrayal is inevitable. Armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, he faces a dire question: can he alter history and save his people from the greatest catastrophe in human history? Or is fate as unyielding as the plague itself? With enemies at his borders, a wary royal court, and whispers of divine punishment sweeping through the land, Erik must use his wits, his medical expertise, and his newfound authority to rewrite the destiny of a dying world. But the more he intervenes, the more he realizes—some diseases run deeper than flesh and blood. A tale of war, survival, and the burden of knowledge, Plagueborn is a gripping historical fantasy where the fight for a kingdom is overshadowed only by the fight against death itself.

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?

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.