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Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

After a decade on the run, fleeing from a foreign King who would see his whole lineage exterminated, Dominic had nearly given up on ever having a normal life. But when he arrived in the Capital of Cygnia, where steam vehicles and Magitech had replaced traditional ways and old magics, he saw a chance to not only stop running, but perhaps get some vengeance for the fallen Dragonkin of the Wavemates Kingdom. However, fate has a way of making the simplest of dreams into something much more complex, as Dominic was about to learn firsthand. When Dragonkin and Bookworm Princesses meet, chaos is nearly guaranteed, and romantic sparks are bound to fly. (Intended to be read standalone, but set in the same multiverse as Reincarnated With a Summoning System and The First Legendary Beast Master) discord.gg/aokiaku #Fallen Prince #Royal Drama #dragon magic #manapunk #magitech

After losing her parents in a tragic carriage accident, Vivian Noella Dorothea Iris was left scarred by silence—her voice stolen along with her childhood. She was taken in by Regina De Olvestri Vendreich, the formidable Archduchess of Vendreich and a renowned swordswoman. In this new household of cold grandeur, alongside Regina’s older daughter Lillian and her calculating husband, will Vivian struggle to find her place? In a family where politics and schemes are sharper than any blade—and far more valued than love or friendship—her quiet existence might be constantly tested. Though….will she manage? But there’s a problem. She has chosen her ambition: to join her stepfather, the Royal Commissioner. Yet in a world where women have no laws, no rights, and no seat at the table of power—can a mute seven-year-old girl truly be strong enough to fight for some?

[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!

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^

[I'll be Mass Relasing extra 3 chapters on December 21st.] 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. I'll upload 1 chapter daily at any time, it will be irregular because I'm also uploading chapters of my other novel.

Misaki Haruto, an off-world engineer and accidental wanderer, awakens in a world where no one sleeps, the sun and moon trade 25-hour reigns, and every night brings the same horror: the Wave—relentless undead rising through a mysterious portal at the border of the forest. Villages do not rest; they pray. They do not bury their dead; they resurrect those untainted. And Misaki, dropped into this world with only his wits and a malfunctioning HUD, becomes the unlikeliest hope anyone has ever seen. Adopted by the struggling village of Mlod, Misaki’s engineering instincts begin reshaping the land. A moat that collapses entire waves. Reinforced walls. Siege engines carved from bone. A new guild system. Skills no villager has ever seen. And an ability the Weave itself recognizes—something between magic, science, and destiny. Night after night, Misaki fights beside Lyria, Riyeak, and the rising heroes of Mlod. Day after day, he designs, builds, and questions the truth behind this endlessly respawning world. Yet everything changes the moment the Crown’s army arrives—accusing Mlod of treason and threatening to dismantle the defenses that keep its people alive. Misaki defies them. Then cages their soldiers with a snap of his fingers. A forbidden purple aura awakens in his HUD, whispering of power beyond law, beyond reason, beyond what this world has allowed for centuries. Declared rebels, the villagers rally around him. Migrants join. The moats deepen. The guild is born. And Misaki—the outsider, the builder, the strategist—becomes something more than a leader. He becomes the Vorn’kai, the shield of a town that refuses to die. But the undead waves evolve. Dungeons surface. The Crown marches with a full legion. And ancient forest spirits choose sides. War looms over the land of Riyeak, and Misaki’s choices begin shaping not just survival, but the future of the entire region. Because if he falls, the undead take the town. And if the town falls… the portal will not stop with them. To save Ul’varh’mir, Misaki must battle kings, nightfall, monsters, and the forbidden power growing inside him—before the world learns that resurrection has limits, and corruption has a purpose. The age of villages is ending. The age of guilds and rebels is beginning. And Misaki Haruto stands at the center— engineer, strategist, and the first crownless king of a world where the dead never sleep.

The world of Tera Nova remembers him as a hero. A monster. A miracle. One of the Four Grand Dukes who ended the Great War of All Races. His name— Daka Grave de Aurores— is engraved in history as one of the strongest beings alive. But power comes with a strange curse. Daka doesn’t want glory, authority, or fear. All he wants is a normal, peaceful life. To wake up without hearing reports of crises. To walk without people bowing. To breathe without being called a weapon. Yet even if the world stopped bothering him, he himself has changed too much. He is no longer “normal.” His strength, instincts, and experiences have twisted his common sense so badly that what he considers “ordinary” is terrifying to everyone else. Breaking boulders to relax. Cooking using dragon fire. Teaching children combat as if it’s reading. Trying to “help” but causing disasters because his standards are too extreme. And he’s not alone. Across the empire, he meets people just like him— war veterans, cursed geniuses, overpowered mages, and inhuman prodigies who also want peace… but whose common sense is completely broken. Together they form a strange friendship, bound not by destiny, but by the fact that they don’t fit anywhere else. They try to live quietly— but every attempt at normal life becomes chaos because their version of “normal” is something the world simply cannot handle.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart. But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered. She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design. Big mistake. They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom. In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again. But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next: The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate. The General! Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart. To the prince, she was: A woman disguised as a man. A healer who knew the way of the sword. A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows. The most intriguing enigma of his life. Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

When Angelina O'Hara finally escapes her past, she believes she’s found safety with her children and the man who loves her. But shadows don’t let go that easily. Strange warnings begin to appear, secrets tighten around the house, and danger slips closer with every quiet night. Angel has no idea thyher five-year-old twins, brilliant, perceptive, and far too grown for their age are watching everything. And they’re about to uncover a truth that will shake the entire family. Not every threat knocks. Sometimes… it stands at your gate.

According to the world Eric Laut was dead. He had succumbed to his illness in October of 2015, the forgotten prince to a deposed king. But his death was a lie. Betrayed by his treacherous uncle, Eric was secretly imprisoned by the shadowy organization, Panacea. For a decade, he endured countless torturous experiments before finally being murdered. As his life ended, Eric's mind shattered under the weight of a final revelation: his sister had shared his fate. When death finally claimed him, hatred was all that remained. Yet, instead of eternal sleep, Eric awoke ten years in the past, back in his dying body but with the terrifying memories of his future intact. And Eric wasn't alone. `[WELCOME BACK, HOST.]` `[LEGACY SYSTEM: ONLINE]` `[REGRESSION: COMPLETE]` `[MAIN QUEST: RECEIVE IMMORTAL CORE]` `[REWARD: HUMAN-FORM CULTIVATION INITIATION ART `[FAILURE: DEATH]` Forced onto a path of so-called enlightenment by a mysterious system, Eric discovers a power earth has never seen: the energy of life itself, Qi. Entering a world beyond the boundaries of reality, Eric's goals are simple. Save Victoria, destroy Panacea, and tear down his uncle's throne. Armed with his future knowledge and this new, devastating power, Eric will reclaim his stolen heritage and herald the age of cultivation—or die trying. --------- ADDITIONAL TAGS #FASTPACED #MAGIC #BETRAYAL #SURVIVAL #KINGDOMBUILDING #UNIQUE-CULTIVATION #OCCULTISM #POLITICS #ROMANCE #NONHUMANS #MYTHS #HIGH-IQ #NO-HAREM #DARK ____ AUTHOR HERE I hope you all give my book a chance. Poured a lot of effort and time planning the entire thing. Though I know there's still an insane amount left for it to grow, I know y'alls support will push me through. If you enjoy hidden worlds with a dash of madness and mystery to it, complex characters and a possibly insane MC. This is definitely your cup of tea.

"Clear all 100 quests, and your wish shall be granted." When the mysterious Whispering Tower appeared, the world was thrown into chaos. Countless people challenged the tower, each driven by desperate hopes, wild dreams, and impossible desires. For Jay, however, the climb is far more personal. [Your 'parts' are scattered inside the tower.] [Completion rate of yourself: 8%] Once a whole person, Jay was split into separate beings, each holding a piece of himself: memories, emotions, and even his darker traits. While some are harmless, others have taken twisted forms, becoming powerful and dangerous beings. Now, alongside newfound comrades, Jay ascends the Whispering Tower to face not just the tower’s trials, but also the people he forgot… and every version of himself.

"Mr. Watson, something terrible has happened.Your office has been smashed!" Just as Gilbert Watson’s rose-hued lips were inching toward Claire’s, his secretary rushed over in a panic. “Who the hell dares to be so bold?” "Mr. Watson, it’s... it’s a little boy, around four or five years old. He said you bullied his mommy." "Uh..." Gilbert instantly straightened up, his expression turning serious. "Mr. Watson, urgent news.Someone has stolen your project files!" While Gilbert was in the middle of a tense executive meeting, his secretary once again dashed in, flustered. "Outrageous! Who has the audacity?" "Three little boys, sir... they said you wronged their mommy." The room of executives struggled to hold back their laughter. Gilbert shrank back slightly and cleared his throat. "Ahem... Let’s continue the meeting."

Jian Ci is the light. An S-class Esper, his powers ripple with the warmth of a thousand suns, his smile a blinding beacon that draws humanity, and hope, to him like moths to a flame. He is the Sun, a magnetic force of nature, utterly unaware of the abyss that gazes back. Yu Xi is the dark. A shadow with skin, a man who walks through life with a silent, consuming emptiness, broken only by a singular, scorching singularity... Jian Ci. He is the Abyss, a dark constellation orbiting a single star, and his existence is now defined by the answer to one terrifying question. How far are you willing to go for him? Yu Xi’s response, spoken as clearly as a death sentence. “To hell and back.” This is the story of an impossible equation: Light + Darkness = ? It is a love that warps physics and morality, a descent into an obsession so profound it threatens to rip the very fabric of their world. Yu Xi knows their combination is impossible, a contradiction that should result in utter annihilation. Yet, with a quiet, terrifying devotion, he is prepared to burn the world, his own soul included, if it means securing his star.

300 Power Stones on Sunday will unlock 3 chapter updates on Monday. 1x Magic Castle will unlock 6 chapter updates on the same day (though I admit this might be a bit impossible) (ᵕ—ᴗ—) — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire. But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses. A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin. But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan. Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him. Nolan: "Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life." Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes. Nolan: "My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!" And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began. — — — — — — — #Note: 1. The main character is lazy and oblivious to his surroundings. However, he deeply loves his younger sister, his mother, and the siblings he cares for as family. 2. Don’t worry—he won’t stay lazy and ignorant forever. There will be meaningful character development, and he’ll play a key role in helping his sister ascend the throne and become Empress. 3. While his laziness can be irritating, he’s actually a kind and supportive person. That said, he becomes ruthless when the lives of his loved ones are threatened. 4. As for romance—I'm still undecided about including a harem. The chances are low, though, since I’m more interested in telling a story with a single heroine… especially in an era flooded with harem novels. Ahem!

On the day vampires revealed themselves and enslaved humanity, Leng Wei discovered he was the last descendant of the Vampire Progenitor. Branded a worthless slave, he must awaken his royal blood to survive and take revenge in a world where night rules. A story of dark romance, revenge, and the rise of a fallen king.

In a moment of smoke and swordsteel, Daemon Targaryen gains more than he bargained for: a son born in fire, bound from his first breath to a crimson hatchling. As whispers of succession coil through the court, the existence of a dragon-bonded bastard forces the royal family to confront a dangerous truth... Dragons obey no laws but their own.

He was straight. Even after dying and waking up as the protagonist in his sister’s BL web novel. He was straight. Even with all the male leads practically throwing themselves at his feet. He was straight. Even when his heart inexplicably skipped a beat during romantic moments with one of them. He was straight. Even now... when he could somehow get pregnant. He was straight. There was no denying it. HE. WAS. STRAIGHT! "So, can someone please help me get out of this goddamn novel already?!" [Warning: 18+ content and there will be some themes of non-consent, mentions of abuse and suicide.]

Alexander walked into the room, dressed in his royal white robe that shimmered faintly under the soft glow of the candlelight. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, revealing a face carved with precision and power — sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that curved with quiet confidence. His midnight eyes, deep and commanding, scanned the room before landing on the figure sitting gracefully at the edge of the bed. Serena. Her emerald-green eyes locked with his, stealing his breath for a moment. The flickering light danced across her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her long ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders like streams of fire and sunlight combined, adorned with delicate golden hairpins that shimmered with every movement. She was dressed in a flowing white gown that mirrored his — simple yet enchanting, the fabric hugging her form in all the right places, making her seem like a divine vision come to life. For a brief moment, Alexander simply stared, unable to speak. Then, almost reverently, he crossed the room and knelt before her. His cold, powerful hands gently took hers — smaller, softer, trembling ever so slightly. “You look…” he paused, his voice low and rough, “…breathtaking.” Serena’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, her lips parting slightly as she met his gaze. “You always know what to say,” she whispered, her tone barely above a breath. He smiled faintly — that rare, almost forbidden smile that softened his usually stoic face. “Careful, Serena,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles. “If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll make me lose myself.” Her eyes softened, the corner of her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Then lose yourself my king," she replied, her voice calm yet filled with unspoken desire. "lose yourself.... In me." Alexander didn't hesitate. He rose to his feet, his hands cupping her jaw as his thumb brushed against her lower lips. Their eyes met one more- predator and , darkness and light before he closed the distance between them. His lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate, as if the world outside no longer mattered, Serena responded with equal passion, her hands tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.