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A man from modern Earth is reborn as Daemon Targaryen, decades before he becomes the Rogue Prince. Armed with memories of another world and a mysterious Magic Tower inside his mind, he begins quietly rewriting destiny ,awakening lost Valyrian powers and reshaping the future of the Seven Kingdoms. This is not a retelling of the Dance of the Dragons.This is an alternate universe.A story of forgotten magic, the lost glory of the Valyrian Freehold, the true nature of dragons, and the rise of something the world was never meant to see. Expect divergence. Expect consequences. This is a fan work based on the world of A Song of Ice and Fire created by George R. R. Martin.All canonical characters, locations, and lore belong to their respective creators and rights holders.

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

Elara never believed in things she couldn’t explain. Not ghosts. Not fate. Not destiny. Her life was simple—study, work, and protect the only family she had. Until the night she turned eighteen. The night she saw something she couldn’t ignore. At first, she thinks it’s just her mind playing tricks. But the more she tries to forget it, the clearer it becomes— the dead aren’t just appearing. They’re reacting to her. And whatever they see… it’s enough to make them step back.

Lili and Luca are inseparable, but the air shifts when Luca’s brother arrives. His gaze is a silent command, and despite the warnings screaming in her head, Luca, who knows Lili's every laugh but cannot see the secret she’s starting to hide.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters And if we win Win-Win T1 this March… I’ll upload 20 EXTRA chapters. Yes. Twenty.

In the hidden world of the John Wick universe, killers trade in gold, blood, and rules older than nations. The High Table believes itself supreme. The Continental believes itself neutral. Governments believe themselves sovereign. All of them are wrong. His Royal Highness Prince Alistair Edmund Windsor, Duke of Blackthorn, is known to polite society as a discreet royal of impossible influence. To the underworld, he is a whispered myth called the Spider—the man whose invisible web binds kings, assassins, popes, ministers, and monsters alike. Any oath can be edited. Any treaty can be rewritten. Any contract can become destiny. He never dirties his own hands. He does not need to. The world keeps his promises for him. Now, as old loyalties stir and his sworn brother John Wick walks once more into the blood-soaked machinery of the underworld, Alistair steps out from behind the velvet curtain of centuries. Winston is watching. The Elder is kneeling. The High Table is smiling far too soon. They think this is a game of power. For Prince Alistair, it is something much simpler. A gentleman keeps his promises… and the world keeps his contracts.

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?

Power runs in blood - and blood always demands payment. Aya rules the North Kingdom with an ancient power that could end her bloodline forever. When Killan, the Southern King, seeks alliance through marriage, politics turn dangerous and desire becomes a liability. What begins as political maneuvering soon becomes something far more volatile. Drawn together by necessity, respect, and a growing attraction neither expected, Aya and Killan must navigate court intrigue, ancient rivalries, and the heavy cost of duty. As old wounds resurface and war looms on every border, the choices they make will determine not only the fate of their kingdoms—but the price of their hearts. Echoes of Ice and Iron is a story of power and inheritance, of love tested by obligation, and of sacrifices demanded by crowns forged in blood and history.

Nora Atwood has never been the kind of girl who kneels. Not for anyone. Not even for the Dragon King of Drakenval — a man who has ruled for seventeen years with cold eyes and colder silence, who stopped laughing at the age of nine and has not started since. When fate places an ordinary merchant's daughter before the most feared king in the realm, everyone expects her to tremble. To bow. To disappear quietly into the palace and be forgotten. Nora does none of these things. She negotiates. She argues. She picks the books she wants from his library and refuses to be impressed by his throne room. And slowly, impossibly, she becomes the only person in seventeen years who makes the Dragon King feel something he has no name for. He wrote her a two-hundred-page book and told no one. She has not decided what to do about that yet. A story about a king who forgot how to be human, and the girl who refused to let him stay that way.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

A Indian born arabic warrior becomes a part of a bloody turning point in history of India

After years of unending conflict, the vast Empire of the Rising Sun faces the last frontier to conquer: the remote badlands of the poorest continent, brutally ignored by the great powers during the Wars of Unification. Now, the young crown prince, Rose, embarks on a mission in his father's name. His objective is clear: to do everything possible to incorporate this last continent into the glorious empire of which he will one day be the emperor.

One minute, I’m a 28-year-old basement dweller choking on a double-pepperoni pizza while watching questionable content. The next, I’m Lord Elaric Voss, the "heroic" master of Ravenhold—a crumbling pile of rocks in a kingdom where the economy is a literal joke. In the Kingdom of Aldoria, there are no dragons, no magic, and zero genius inventions. There’s just mud, leaky stone keeps, and a feudal tax system so brutal that peasants literally eat rocks to survive. My new "reward" is a keep with a 90% tax rate, a dungeon full of badgers, and a village of eighty people who smell like they’ve never heard of soap. In my old life, I was a sarcastic, unrepentant pervert. In this life? I’m the same guy, just with a permanent resting asshole face and a lot more authority. I have no master plan to revolutionize crop rotation. I don't care about kingdom-building or epic wars. My goals are simple: 1. Roast this medieval shithole until my modern brain stops hurting. 2. Avoid getting killed by my rich, pompous neighbors. 3. Build the ultimate harem of sweaty, hard-working maids. From "inspecting" laundry baskets for fabric quality to accidental "slips" during cold river baths, I’m going to be the most degenerate Lord this realm has ever seen. The King wants his grain, the Baron wants my head, and my steward is having a heart attack—but as long as the maids keep working up a sweat, I’m staying right here. Welcome to Ravenhold. Leave your dignity at the gate. I’ve already sniffed mine away. ________________________________________ What to Expect: • A Modern degenerate MC: No heroics, just sarcasm, luck, and zero shame. • Gritty Medieval Realism: Mud, smells, and a dogshit economy. • Comedy & Slapstick: High-stakes diplomatic insults and low-stakes horse-shit accidents. • Slow-Burn Harem: A focus on sensory details, sweat fetishes, and "inspections". • Zero Magic, Zero OP Powers: Just a modern man surviving through sheer audacity.

She married him when he had nothing. Before titles. Before power. The empire survives not by the Emperor’s command, but by the shadow behind him. As famine stretches into its second year, noble families sharpen their ambitions, believing the throne to be weak. Yet they misjudge the quiet force beside it—Regent Zhao, uncle to the Emperor and architect of unseen strategies. While the court whispers of rivalry between ruler and regent, the two move in secret harmony, dismantling powerful clans from within. But beyond the capital, a secret breathes. Lin Yue—once declared dead, once the Regent’s wife—lives hidden in a distant valley, guarding both her survival and a child whose blood could shift the empire’s fate. Messages pass through hidden compartments and loyal messengers, though not all hands are faithful. Doctor Su, clever and patient, weaves her own design around the throne. As loyalties are tested and truths resurface, the empire stands at the edge of revelation. What specific event forces Lin Yue out of her "dead" status and into the open? Because when the past returns, it does not ask for permission—it demands power. After bringing the empire under their control, Lin Yue and Regent Zhao Ling finally gain the peace they fought for. But their quiet days do not last long. A mysterious rumor begins to spread across the continent—whispers about the lost treasure of a fallen kingdom, hidden somewhere in a forbidden valley no one has ever returned from. Curious and cautious, Lin Yue and the Regent gather a small team and follow the ancient clues. What begins as a search for treasure soon turns into a dangerous journey through deadly forests, forgotten ruins, and secrets buried for centuries. But they are not the only ones searching. on discord : n_d0736_55870(N_D*)

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Highness’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a prince?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The prince’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the plant mage who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career.

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

Born a bastard. Denied a name... But fire and blood do not care for names. Let the dragons dance.

Three years ago, Zara Adeyemi made a choice she thought would save her future—she walked away from the man she loved and chose financial security over uncertain dreams. Ethan Cole had nothing but ambition back then. No wealth. No power. Just promises she couldn’t afford to believe in. So she left him in the rain… and never looked back. Until now. Because the man she once rejected is no longer the same. Ethan Cole is now one of the most powerful billionaires in the country—cold, controlled, and completely out of reach. And somehow… he’s her new boss. Desperate to save her family from financial ruin, Zara is forced to accept the one thing she never expected— A contract marriage with the man she betrayed. Two years. No love. No emotions. Just business. But nothing about Ethan feels like business anymore. Not the way his eyes linger too long. Not the way his silence feels heavier than words. Not the way the past refuses to stay buried. Because behind the rules, the distance, and the cold revenge… There is something far more dangerous still alive between them. Something unfinished. Something neither of them can control. Zara thought she left him behind. But now she’s trapped in a marriage where every moment feels like punishment… and every touch feels like a mistake. And the most terrifying part? The man she once broke might still be the only one who can break her again. So when love, revenge, and hidden truths collide— Will this marriage destroy them… Or give them the second chance they were never supposed to have?

Romantasy with Slow-Burn Clean Romance and Political Sci-Fi-Elements. This is a translation of the German original version. Arriving on Earth, Saturn Princess Evlina and her delegation meet Prince Kashion – dutiful, charming, and just a little distant. But the free-spirited servant Prior brings fresh energy to the palace and throws Kashion off balance. Between diplomatic talks, courtly splendor, and intense Cheqi matches, friendships, tiny jealousies, and first tender feelings emerge. Every move on the Cheqi board could decide more than expected – hearts, trust, and perhaps even the future of two worlds.