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Elara spent her entire life believing in one thing: the mate bond. As the daughter of a low-ranking wolf, she knew her place in the pack. Quiet. Loyal. Invisible. But everything changed the night the Moon Goddess revealed her mate. The Alpha. Kael Blackthorn. The most powerful werewolf in the region. Cold, ruthless, and destined to rule. For one brief moment, Elara believed fate had chosen her. But Kael rejected her. In front of the entire pack. Humiliated and broken, Elara leaves the only home she has ever known. She disappears into the human world, determined to build a life where she is no longer defined by the mate who cast her aside. Years pass. And Elara changes. She is no longer the quiet girl the pack once ignored. She has power. Secrets. And a strength Kael never saw. But when fate brings them together again, the bond between them awakens stronger than ever. Only this time… Elara refuses to be claimed. And Kael realizes something terrifying. Rejecting her may have been the greatest mistake of his life. Because the woman he lost… might be the only one capable of destroying him. —or saving him.

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?

A retelling of a fairy tale we all know. A story full of twists and turns, combining fantasy and romance, with psychological themes, elements of magic and demons! [From the story] The princess shivered and brought her mouth close to the blonde's ear: "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Don't be embarrassed... I've been harboring inappropriate thoughts for a long time." ~•~•~•~•~ "My dear, I ask your forgiveness, for I am human like others, a victim of passions and sins." And she concluded solemnly, lowering her head to the princess's. Their mouths met: Snow White's lips were indeed cold, but soft, as the queen had always imagined. ~•~•~•~•~

Napoleon Bonaparte shaped Europe with wars, treaties, and new laws. His name filled maps, thrones, and textbooks. His son had none of that. Born in a palace, raised behind guarded walls, he never commanded armies or held power. He lived under supervision, watched by diplomats, used as a symbol, forgotten by history. The father became an emperor. The son became a rumor. A modern engineer opens his eyes in a dim royal nursery in 1811 Paris. Turns out, he was reincarnated as Napoleon the Second. And he knew the fate of the child of Napoleon, about his short-lived life, or if there was a life for him at all. Refusing this fate, he would alter the course of history using his modern knowledge in history, politics, and science.

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Kira has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** Derek Wolfe didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl. P.S: This is a slow-burn love story.

Vivia’s dream was to become the Maestro - the pinnacle of dance. But both her dream and life ended with a single arrow through her heart. She surrendered to death, only to awaken as Clairette Emberlain, the viciously murdered royal Princess of the Human Realm. As if that wasn't enough, she came face to face with the greatest archenemy of humans - a demon. Not just any demon but the Demon Crown Prince, Zerath Rudaheim himself. With Clairette's life still in danger, she was left with no choice but to seek refuge in the Demon Realm. But… Amidst centuries of hatred between humans and demons, Vivia and Zerath found themselves falling in love against all odds and enmities. A forbidden love where the only mercy they could hope for was death. Yet Zerath vowed - “I will make you my bride one day.” But unknown to them, something far more dire than their forbidden love lurked in the shadows that threatened the existence of their realms. A conspiracy that fed on this very ancient hatred to bring the world to its doom. With a love that could burn Vivia and Zerath into the depths of fiery hell, will they choose their future or will duty eventually triumph? Will their love be the salvation or a spark that would ignite another war between their worlds? Cover art: @vatarison.art

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.

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.

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 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!

Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis's bucket list. Being so in an unpredictable world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. So he definitely isn't thrilled when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body. Or about the blue screen of doom, trying to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. Like hell it was right for him to be in line for the throne. Surely, Reis had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Why must he sacrifice his peace for something so foolish? Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. Just enough to escape heaven's eyes. And someone promised to help. Someone who didn't even know how to hold a human right side up. The fearsome guardian, who, for some reason, picked the weakest human to bother. It cost Reis half his mortal soul and a bit more, but what can he do? Escaping the throne is more important than dignity. Once the trouble's off his shoulder, he'd find a peaceful land to settle in and spend the rest of his mortal life lazing away. The perfect escape plan. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing himself entirely? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

Two girls become two princesses. Camilla and Violet. One fair, one dark. One wealthy, one poor. They both marry handsome princes from the powerful House of Devon. So how do their stories weave together and how did their lives take such very different paths? A compelling medieval tale of forbidden love and untamed emotions. Volume One revolves around an arrogant young prince and the terrified princess he holds captive, both burdened with a deep-seated animosity towards each other. As the plot unfolds, their shared history and the tragic fate of their families create a palpable tension between them. The author masterfully weaves a narrative of passion, fear and vulnerability, forcing the protagonists to confront their true feelings for each other. A tale of two lovers who must stop pretending they can live without each other. Volume Two is the story of fierce sibling rivalry. Of how jealousy and insecurity can drive people to do things they never imagined when power is at stake. Can anyone find joy in the House of Devon?

Yang Cheng, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou, was reborn into his one-year-old self. The Late Bloomer Comeback System had already arrived 500 years ahead of him. Yang Cheng looked up at his young mother, whose skin was soft and delicate, and said in a babyish voice, "Mommy." ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth to inhabit the bodies of demons in that world. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and unwilling young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle an ancient and ferocious evil that seeks to destroy that world and theirs. The question is will they be able to succeed? Or will they succumb to the eternal demonic corruption that is clawing it's way straight for their souls? Find out EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, You stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at you temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but your clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. You: You know when I agreed to play this game I thought it would give me peace of mind. How is it that I now wake up trapped between rival gods and their endless machinations, dragons that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." You: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." You slammed your palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch as he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Your face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. You : "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." You: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You want the truth so badly; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will swallow you up and spit you out. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then please Die and get out of the way of those who can." You steady her breathing, then reach past Adrian and reactivates the world gate yourself, with your confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting your choice as the portal opens and pulls you both back toward Ka

"I beg your pardon. I should not have come. I did not mean to be a bother.” He stepped aside, extending a subtle invite. “But that is the problem. I find myself wanting you to.” Her breath caught. “Mr Brand…” “Come, Madelyn,” he mumbled. “Come in.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He closed the door firmly. Commanding the high seas as he had always, Brand amasses his wealth focused on business and his fealty to the king, with his thoughts of women remaining the same: they are not worth the trouble and time they are awarded. No woman is allowed to bother him. None, until Madelyn. Madelyn wishes to live above the thoughts of her late husband's family and to do that, she must escape their good pleasure and find a life for herself, the farther the better. Brand's crew offers the opportunity to do so, and she would without any man commanding her ever. But what must she do when Brand's command is the very one she now wishes for?

Set up by her malicious stepmother and phony sister to marry an ex-convict, Janice Gladwell has no choice but to enter a flash marriage with a total stranger from a blind date. The man, Christopher Bateman, is incredibly handsome but supposedly a penniless vagrant with nothing to his name. As a fierce and independent woman, Janice works her fingers to the bone to provide for them. She even gives her "poor husband" a monthly allowance and fiercely protects him from her own family's relentless mockery. However, there is one thing Janice doesn't know: the man sleeping on the narrow sofa in her cramped apartment is actually the mysterious President of a massive business empire, capable of turning the city upside down with a single snap of his fingers. Behind her back, Christopher secretly crushes her enemies and spoils her with luxury goods under the guise of "free lottery prizes." The elaborate lie because Janice harbors deep scars from her past and has sworn an oath to hate rich men. Now, caught between sweet little lies, luxury cars claimed to be "borrowed from a friend," and absolute power hidden behind a gentle smile, a ticking time bomb awaits. What will happen when Janice finally realizes that the "useless" husband she’s been providing for is the exact billionaire she wants to avoid at all costs? How many secrets will unravel when his mask finally falls? Who exactly did she marry?