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[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!

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.

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

Author Synopsis:Woke up in a child's body after being hit by a truck? Thank goodness I'm alive! Find yourself in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by communicators, the Holonet, and other benefits of civilization, while everyone around you uses smoky cars powered by burning hydrocarbons? It could be worse. At least you don't have to chase a mammoth with a spear. Did the universe dish out classic transmigrator goodies? Give me a hundred! What, not? Just a couple, but they were hefty grand pianos... That'll do for now. TL synopsis: Previous life-Futuristic AU This life- Richie rich in Harry potter world Evil Dumbledore,MC introduces new mageTech at around middle of story, MC is a good guy with a big ego, no harem 1 love interest Family has Damm near Infinite money, but he tries to make his own wealth

On the night before her wedding, Arabella Montclair believed she was the luckiest wolf alive. Chosen by the Moon Goddess. Mated to the powerful Alpha Victor Ashford. 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.

[WARNING! R18 CONTENTS!] Reborn as a King and with a Harem of Seven Wives. It looked like a perfect restart of life for Daniel but he didn't expect to become Lumiel who was the King who should have died before even the Gamestory started! Not that mattered, since he only cared about his Kingdom, his family, his Wives and his Concubines and how to extend his harem of wonderful women, all the while protecting his Kingdom from the threats of the Game! Unfortunately as the King who should have died, Lumiel will find himself despite himself dragged into the main plot of the Game with the Heroines and Protagonist! _ _ _ The cover doesn't belong to me, if you are the owner just tell me and I will have it removed.

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

At first, we thought the Third World War was just another conflict between powerful nations. Then we believed it was a war between religions, ideologies, and cultures. But the deeper I looked, the more terrifying the truth became. This war was never about countries. It was never about religion. Behind the presidents, the generals, and the governments… something far older and darker was pulling the strings. Thirteen ancient families. For centuries they ruled from the shadows — controlling economies, governments, media, and even wars themselves. Nations were only their chess pieces. But this time, something changed. Their final plan has begun. World War III is not a war between East and West… It is a war between 13 families and 8 billion people.

She was born a princess and raised as an exile. He was raised to be a prince, but he never truly belonged. Two secrets. Two lies. One marriage pact that will set the world on fire. Reina “Rei” Draven was switched at birth—ripped from her royal lineage and forced into an aristocratic household that never claimed her. Branded a disgrace and cast out as a teen, she disappeared into the underbelly of the world and rebuilt herself into the one thing they never expected—the ruthless, untouchable Queen of the Underworld. The mafia lord with a blood-forged crown. Finn Monreau grew up knowing he wasn't a real Monreau. He was a child traded between families, a temporary heir with an expiration date. Before the dynasty could discard him, Finn quietly created a second identity—a hidden business magnate, richer and more powerful than the family that bought him. Both betrayed. Both abandoned. Both ruled their empires, built from the ashes of their stolen childhoods. When a political crisis erupts and threatens both their networks, Finn and Rei are forced into a marriage pact—a union meant to stabilize their worlds, not ignite them. However, forced proximity reveals the truth that neither party expected: They are each other’s only equal. They become each other’s only weakness. And each other’s salvation. And as their double lives collide—royal blood, billionaire power, and criminal empires—they uncover a destiny set in motion long before they were born. Enemies become allies. Allies become lovers. Lovers become the most dangerous pair the world has ever seen. In a world built on lies, their love is the one truth powerful enough to destroy—or save—the kingdoms they were destined to rule.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

In Aethelgard, magic kills you: the North pays in physical rot, the West turns to living stone, and the South burns with fever. Alexander pays in nothing. Wielding the forbidden Void, he is the only thing standing between his brother’s throne and a war that will shatter the continent, but the cost of using it isn't his life. It’s his soul.

Mira never believed in being emotionally attached to celebrities. Until the music of a Korean rapper quietly enters her life. His lyrics feel like someone understanding feelings she never spoke aloud. What begins as curiosity slowly turns into admiration—and a world of imagination she calls her “Delulu World.” Through music, dreams, and quiet conversations that exist only in her mind, Mira begins discovering parts of herself she never understood before. MY DELULU is a heartfelt story about imagination, inspiration, and how sometimes the people we never meet can still change our lives.

Kael Dravhen is nobody special. Twenty-four years old. A dead-end archive job. A small apartment. A mother who died three years ago under circumstances that never quite added up. Then a bleeding stranger knocks on his door at 2 AM, and the world he thought he knew peels back like a mask. Underneath it: the Veil. A hidden layer of reality woven into every city, every shadow, every place where tragedy has soaked into the walls. Monsters that wear human faces. Secret organizations that have been pulling history's strings for centuries. And a power system called Soul Alchemy, where the right kind of suffering can transform an ordinary person into something the world has no name for yet. Kael is not ordinary. He just did not know it. His soul carries the fractured memories of a dead man, a Sovereign-level warrior killed thirty-eight years ago by the very organization now hunting Kael. His mother spent his entire life hiding him from what he was. She ran out of time before she could explain why. Now three factions want him dead, one wants him as a weapon, and the truth about his mother's death is buried somewhere inside all of it. He is not ready. It does not matter.

Selene Astrid spent seven years as the Saint, sacrificing everything to seal the Demon King—only to be betrayed and killed by the Hero, Crown Prince Cassian. The last thing she saw was the Duke of the North dying to protect her. She awakens as Rosalind Thorne, the villainess executed for trying to poison that same prince. With seven years of future knowledge and her holy powers sealed in a noble girl's body, Rosalind has three goals: avoid execution, expose the fake hero, and save the Duke who died for her. But the Duke remembers dreams of a silver-haired saint. The timeline is changing. And someone is pulling strings from the shadows. This time, the Saint won't be a martyr. This time, the villainess will rewrite fate.

Ongoing new Russia Novel Bangladesh novel Author’s Note21+ Ninel Nastasya Anna (Writer Oriniska) This is the final chapter of The Fate of the Shadow. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, supporting, and staying with this story until the very last word. I hope their fate, choices, and shadows remain with you long after the final chapter. — Author Anna ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains adult themes, intense emotional conflict, dark elements, violence, and psychological tension. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or other non-commercial purposes permitted by law. Written & Illustrated by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska Languages: Bengali, English, Russian First Edition: 2028 Story Overview — The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions, covert operations, and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor—a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Their collision sparks a complex relationship—built on trust, betrayal, desire, and conflict. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance Dual Lives & Secret Missions Action, Thriller & Adventure Mafia & Criminal Underworld Royal Bloodlines & Traditions Betrayal & Revenge Drug Trade & Dark Networks Intense Chemistry & Psychological Conflict Power Struggles & Control Loyalty vs Duty Character Profile — Alia Skills Summary Alia is a highly trained operative and versatile warrior, excelling in physical, psychological, and technological combat. Martial Arts Expertise: Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, advanced hand-to-hand combat. Weapons Mastery: Expert in sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and specialized firearms with exceptional precision. Psychological Warfare: Skilled at destabilizing opponents through manipulation, mental tactics, and strategic deception. Technology & Cyber Espionage: Proficient in hacking, encryption bypass, cybersecurity infiltration, drone operation, and covert surveillance.Character Profile — Viktor Skills Summary Viktor is a highly skilled operative and strategic enforcer, shaped by a dark, violent past and honed in covert operations and criminal underworld networks. He excels in psychological manipulation, combat strategy, and high-stakes intelligence missions. Combat Expertise: Master in hand-to-hand combat, Krav Maga, close-quarter tactics, and disarming opponents. Exceptional skill in firearms, including sniper rifles, assault rifles, pistols, and specialized tactical weapons. Psychological Warfare: Adept at destabilizing targets through intimidation, deception, and mental manipulation. Expert in reading opponents’ behavior and exploiting weaknesses. Intelligence & Covert Operations: Skilled in surveillance, counter-surveillance, infiltration, and extraction missions. Proficient in cybersecurity, hacking, encryption bypass, and covert communication techniques. Strategic Leadership: Capable of planning high-risk missions, manipulating power dynamics, and controlling outcomes. Operates in morally gray areas where loyalty, survival, and control are constantly tested.Due to account limitations, I am unable to officially mark this story as “complete on Webnovel. However, I want all my readers to know—this is truly the end of the journey for these characters. Their story ends here.

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!

#court intrigue #political fantasy #slow-burn romance A kingdom is on the brink. A prince is under siege. And the crown's most loyal lady is about to become the battleground. When Duke Leoric Karsyn drops the Ledger of Partiality, exposing the crown's protected corruption, Aramor's court scrambles to survive the fallout. Lady Rhosyn Valewyn—raised to protect the monarchy at all costs—must outmaneuver scandal, sabotage, and a growing northern rebellion… while the law forces her toward marriage and the court whispers she'll become the Crown Prince's queen. But Leoric isn't just a rebel. He's a reformer with a vengeance, and he's playing a longer game—one that may require Rhosyn as both shield and sacrifice. Oaths will be tested. Love will turn sharp. And in a realm where paperwork can start wars, the most lethal weapon might be the truth. **Update:** Completed. Working on Book Two.

They were never lovers. Never promised each other anything beyond the shared responsibility of raising the most powerful, chaotic child the realms had ever seen. Lara, the infamous ex-commander with fire in her veins and mischief in her smile, walked away from war, titles, and politics—only to find herself tangled in a life she never expected. A life where she’s not the hero, not the villain, just the co-parent to a half-demon, half-Celestial whirlwind named Aliyah… and tethered, every single day, to the woman who both grounds her and keeps her at a distance. Sarisa, heir to the Celestial throne, is everything Lara is not—elegant, disciplined, devoted to duty. Once playful and soft, Sarisa has reshaped herself into something unshakable, a future queen too burdened to risk vulnerability. Especially when the court whispers that her daughter is an abomination. Especially when her mother has chosen a future and a spouse that doesn’t include Lara. They said they could raise Aliyah together. That it would be simple. No feelings. No future. Just two women bound by responsibility. But Aliyah is growing. Watching. Asking questions no child should ask with such clarity. And Lara is running out of ways to lie to herself. Because somewhere between sword lessons and bedtime stories, between stolen glances and unsaid words, Lara might have done the one thing she swore she wouldn’t. She might have fallen in love with the woman who was never meant to be hers. And Sarisa? She might already be breaking under the weight of pretending she doesn’t feel the same.

He is the Supreme Heavenly Dao— the origin of all laws, the creator of every world, and the one who appointed countless Heavenly Daos to govern existence in his stead. Above him stands no heaven. Before him kneel all Daos. Except one. The Supreme Heavenly Empress—the only being he does not command, the only will he has ever chosen to follow. After ruling eternity and watching mortals love, age, and perish from beyond fate, the Supreme Heavenly Dao makes an impossible decision: to reincarnate into a mortal world with his Empress—not to escape power, but to experience love once more from the beginning. They descend with unsealed memories and undiminished power, concealing their supremacy as they live as ordinary mortals beneath the heavens they once created. Unknown to the appointed Heavenly Daos, their creator now walks among the very laws he forged. In a world where destiny is absolute, two mortals meet—already bound by a love older than time. As forgotten truths awaken, hidden Daos tremble, and their children are reborn across realms, the balance of existence begins to shift. For when the Dao itself chooses love over dominion, even heaven must learn to bow. This is a story of eternal devotion, family beyond divinity, and a supreme being who rules all creation— yet willingly kneels before one woman.

To claim the crown, Aurelia must win the heart of the man who has never been hers—before the equinox steals everything.