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Sacrificed to the Tyrant King: The Witch Who Conquered the Continent

Hermi did not volunteer for this marriage. She is a royal bastard, hunted down by a father she has never met, then handed off to a foreign king whose name is whispered like a curse. A perfectly efficient solution for everyone involved. Except Hermi. That foreign king rules a wasteland so barren and forsaken that the six surrounding kingdoms use it as a dumping ground for criminals and exiles. He is rumored to be a tyrant. Every princess sent before her is said to have died within months. Hermi's expectations are, understandably, low. She arrives with exactly one goal: survive long enough to burn her home kingdom to the ground. A modest ambition, all things considered. Survival, however, turns out to be complicated. The land is hostile. Her husband runs cold and scorching in equal measure. The crown on her head feels less like power, and more like a very formal death sentence. Then, somewhere between a wasteland and a husband who wouldn't stop watching her, Hermi awakens something the continent hasn't seen in thousands of years. A magic so ancient and absolute it rewrites the rules of the world. The kind that makes kingdoms nervous. The kind that makes alliances form overnight. Hermi arrived in the wasteland to start a war. She didn't expect to become the reason the entire world has no choice but to declare one against her. — Tags: Dark Romantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, Power Couple, Slow Burn, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth — Warning: Explicit Gore and Sexual Content
scarlet_ivy · 38k Views

The Villainess's Survival Guide to Not Dying (Again)

A bestselling author dies and wakes up inside her own fantasy romance as Seraphina Nightingale—the infamous villainess destined to be executed in six months. The “hero route” collapses immediately: a noble is poisoned at the engagement celebration, Seraphina is framed, and Duke Kieran Valerius appears far earlier than he should—because he’s regressed through multiple timelines and has watched her die again and again. Seraphina allies with the supposed heroine, Lily, only to uncover a much darker conspiracy: the Temple, the Crown, and Seraphina’s own father are playing a long game that involves assassination, propaganda, and time-loop mechanics. The story becomes a fast, chaotic survival run—escape, fights, horror-set pieces, dark humor, and romance—while Seraphina and Kieran’s bond grows from tense alliance to love forged by repeated deaths and impossible trust. As the conspiracies escalate, Seraphina learns the worst truth: her father is also looping, and “fate” isn’t just narrative—it’s being actively engineered. The enemy expands beyond the palace into organizations that treat kingdoms like chessboards, turning public faith and politics into weapons. Seraphina ultimately gains access to reality-level power tied to an ancient artifact and breaks the loop system—but victory has a price: reality needs stability, and new “seeds” (future anchor artifacts) begin maturing across the world. Worse, hidden factions and “reformers” weaponize democratic language to sabotage the fragile new order from within, creating crises that look like public movements but are actually engineered collapse. Then comes the twist that redefines everything: a thirteenth seed—not part of the original artifact—exists, tied directly to Seraphina’s author-essence. It becomes a real chance to bring her back fully, but it risks destabilizing the world again. When Seraphina returns, she isn’t the same—she carries memories of being “the world” and must relearn how to be one person without accidentally reshaping reality. While she takes on a formal role to help mediate crises without becoming a tyrant, a resurrected thread from the beginning—Mercedes, a woman who remembers “drafts” of reality—reveals that stories themselves can be manufactured like weapons. She lures the cast toward an underground “Printing House”, where alternate endings are stored and deployed, and the final conflict shifts from swords and armies to the most dangerous battleground of all: who controls the narrative of the world, and who decides what ending humanity deserves.
No_Name_6742 · 16.7k Views

Married Off To A Cold Eyed Knight

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!
sun_imperial · 1m Views

The Omega Knight's Secret Baby Daddy is A PRINCE?!

Ezra Belloren is a knight. The most faithful blade of the first prince, Helios De Luxaelian Sunthyr. Feared across the land, he is known as the Crimson Fae, a knight whose beauty is always stained with blood. No one questions his loyalty or his skill. But Ezra carries a secret he has sworn never to reveal. He is an omega. For twenty-four years, Ezra hid his second gender and lived content with his life as a knight. That secret alone was dangerous enough. Then, on an unexpected night, he found himself under the gaze of a gold-eyed prince, and everything changed. Five years later, Ezra returns from a long “vacation” after receiving urgent letters from Helios about the kingdom’s worsening state, calling his captain back to duty. He does not return alone. At his side is a child with golden eyes, the unmistakable mark of royal blood. Ezra will do whatever it takes to fulfill his duty as a knight, even if it means hiding the truth of his hidden heir from the very kingdom he swore to protect. ⊱༺༒︎༻⊰ “Maman… do I have a papa?” Lior asks, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity. Ezra almost frowns at the sudden question. He stops himself just in time. “Of course you do.” Lior’s grip tightens around his sleeve. “Where is he?” Ezra doesn’t answer right away. How could he? How could he explain that Lior’s father was someone he had already met, someone who walked the halls of the palace in gold and authority? Someone who could never be allowed to know he existed.
KazTheWriter · 285.3k Views