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Laenor Velaryon was a disappointment. Heir to the richest house in Westeros, Dragonrider, Knight of the Seventh Kingdom, Consort to the heir to the throne, and yet he was dead before his thirtieth birthday, left no heirs of his body, and was forgotten in less than a generation. A man from our world gets the chance to right those wrongs. He is the firstborn son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen. He is the seadragon, and the world would hear his roar.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

Ashes of Legacy "Some deaths are merely the beginning of a new, far more dangerous game." Adrian Kyle was a cold-blooded strategist and master politician who ruled the world from the shadows. He thought his story ended in a blaze of fire and betrayal — but fate had other plans. Reborn in a world of magic, bloodlines, and deadly intrigue, he awakens as Kael Grenfort — a child carrying an ancient curse and the sharp mind of a man who once controlled nations. With a powerful family legacy, ruthless enemies, and the heavens themselves against him, Kael must use his political genius and growing magical power to protect his new family… and burn down everything that stands in his way. Revenge is his inheritance. Strategy is his weapon. And this time — he will not lose.

"If all the Ancient Ones rise against us, I'll burn them all. If the entire world turns against us, I will set it ablaze. Nothing will stand in our way. Nothing!" - Achilles Adrastia Maxwell --- Death followed Achilles like a plague. Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this World. About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him as the Evolutius Crystals he held disappeared, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes! [Achilles Maxwell] [Assimilation]:: Organic Crystal(Evolutius Crystals)(3%)- Obtained qualities of Regeneration, Energy Conversion, Flexibility, and Light Manipulation  [Existence Corruption Value]:: 0% [Complexity]:: Negligible A simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless! In an endlessly vast post-apocalyptic world filled with futuristic Colonies that merged magic with technology, undercurrents surge from the depths of the World as even the Ancient Ones sealed many years ago begin to awaken. In the middle of all this, the terrifying power dwelling within Achilles leads him to question its origins, and the answer to this is something that resonates and leads back to his very bloodline. Ancient Ones. Advanced Ones. Ancient Bloodlines, and Unfathomable Lineages...anything and everything swirls into a storm of heavy proportions that will change everything!

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 50 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

“We might be mortals, but our legacy will never die.” All her life, Salīa has been called a demon. The rebellious princess who no one believed deserved a crown. A girl her people decided was not one of them long before she could understand why. But those who truly know her see something different: a clever, kind, and mischievous warrior-healer willing to sacrifice everything for the people she loves. When her land is attacked, and her family vanishes without a trace, Salīa is forced to awaken something far greater than a crown - her destiny as the reborn Protector, a mysterious force that reincarnates whenever the realm needs it most. And just in time, too. After 300 years, the barriers have fallen, and demons have returned with a vengeance. As war spreads across the realm and a mysterious dark enforcer rises in its wake, Salīa must journey through treacherous lands, unravel ancient magic, uncover the truth behind the ancestral animals that shape every soul, and confront secrets buried deep within her past...and herself. All while searching for a fragmented prophecy that threatens to turn the realm against itself. Bound by duty. Haunted by desire. Tested by temptation. As time slips away and long-buried truths begin to surface, Salīa finds herself questioning not only her growing power - but what she is becoming. Because some believe the Protector will save the realm. Others believe she will destroy it. Eight lands. Eight books. One legacy. X IG - miss_sxvage

What if you woke up to find yourself in the body of an emperor… ignored by everyone? An empire weighed down by debt, a currency on the verge of collapse, crumbling borders, and nobles waiting for the throne to fall like wolves waiting for a warm corpse. In this body now lives a young man who was nothing more than a student fascinated by history and numbers—before he was thrown into the life of “Leonardo Ray Clint,” the emperor who ended his life to escape this chaos. But death is no longer an option. Every wrong decision ignites a rebellion. Every reform awakens a conspiracy. From within and beyond the borders, slowly and ominously. As if politics alone were not enough… The signs begin to appear: a blood moon, a black winter, legends returning to life, and cults that believe the end of the world is near. If history has taught him anything, it is that empires do not die suddenly… They are killed, step by step. And the question is no longer: how will he rule? But: can he stop the collapse, or will he leave his name as the last line written in the empire’s history?

- A Thousand Years of Brass and Blood is the sequel to When Rome Stood Firm. - The Eternal City no longer rests on seven hills. It rests on steam pipes, iron rails, and secrets buried five centuries deep. The year is 1000 AD. The New Roman Empire stands at the zenith of human civilization. Navis Aeria airships rule the skies. The Via Ferrea connects continents in days. The Fila Aetheria carries the pulse of commerce and command to every corner of an empire stretching from Britannia to the borders of Serica. Five great pillars hold this machine in balance: the Emperor, the forty-two provincial houses, the Senate, the Church, and the Collegium Aethericum whose mastery of Aether technology has made every wonder of this age possible. But the most magnificent machines are the ones that hide how badly they are breaking. An emergency aetherogramma arrives through the Fila Aetheria's most classified channel: Iberia has erupted in open rebellion. To the Senate it is another fire to extinguish with legions and logistics. But Emperor Aurelius II knows something the Senate does not. Something he will not explain even to his own son. Something that makes this rebellion different from every uprising that has come before. The Emperor departs for the frontier. All Fila Aetheria access to Iberia is severed. All Via Ferrea connections cut. Rome is left in silence. And silence, in a city this vast, is never merely quiet. It is pressure building behind a sealed door. Aurelius II leaves Rome in the hands of Romulus III: Caesar, twenty-one years old, heir to five centuries of glory, now trusted with a throne he was never meant to occupy this soon. Under the guidance of Aelius Tacitus, Imperial Historian of seventy years and keeper of everything the empire has preferred not to display, Romulus must hold the capital together while the wolves of the Senate sharpen their questions and seven hundred unanswered aetherogrammata pile up in the palace signal room. Because the rebellion in Iberia is not asking for land or lower taxes. It is asking a question so fundamental that the empire has not been forced to answer it in five hundred years. A question about blood. About legitimacy. About whether the throne at the center of the world is sitting on the foundation everyone believes it is. The Five Pillars are beginning to fracture. Secrets buried deep enough to have been almost forgotten are running out of patience. And Aelius Tacitus, who has spent forty years writing the history of the empire's founding, knows that the past is never simply the past. It is a map. And maps, in the right hands, are weapons. Civil war is coming. One empire. One rebellion. One truth that will unmake everything. Patreon: https://patreon.com/WRSFTheImperialArchives?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

"Die a pathetic nobody, Deborah. You never stood a chance against me." Those were the last words Queen Deborah heard before dying in a freezing prison cell. She was stripped of her crown, betrayed by her husband, the King, and replaced by a cruel, bewitching new woman who stole her entire life. But death refused to keep her. Waking up with a gasp, Deborah finds herself back in the past. It is the exact day her husband returns from the battlefield, proudly holding the hand of that same vile, gorgeous mistress. History is repeating itself right before her eyes. In her first life, she begged for his love and paid for it with her blood. In this life, she refuses to be the victim. Deborah faces a thrilling, dangerous choice: Force the king to fall desperately in love with her just to break his heart... or abandon him to ruin and take her ultimate revenge. Will she make him fall, or watch him burn?

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

NO SMUT. My name is Michelle, and I was murdered by the two people I trusted most—my fiance and my stepsister. Sickly, powerless, and foolishly kind, I couldn’t even fight back as they took everything from me. As I lay dying, regret was the only thing I had left. I thought of all the stories I once loved—tales where villainesses lived boldly, took what they wanted, and never begged for love that would only betray them. For the first time, I wished I could be like them. Then a voice answered. [Congratulations, host. You’ve been chosen for the Villainess System.] When I opened my eyes, I was no longer the girl who died. I had transmigrated into the body of Seraphina Helene Valemont—a woman feared, powerful, and destined to fall—in a world of magic and nobility. Armed with a mysterious system that rewards ruthlessness, punishes weakness, and pushes me toward becoming something far darker, I now stand among scheming nobles, manipulative royals, and enemies who hide behind perfect smiles. But this time, things will be different. Love? Trust? Mercy? I already died for those once. This time, I will be ruthless. This time, I will survive. And if this world insists on casting me as the villainess— Then I will become the most unforgettable one it has ever seen. After all… this is exactly what I wished for.

Zirinos is a monster who, with the power of an entire galaxy on his back, lives without fear or concern, killing and raping, that is, until his father dies and his killer sends him to another world with the intention of seducing women and then killing them. Is Zirinos, in fact, as bad as you think? Will he be able to get his galaxy back? This, my readers, is a story of redemption. But can a rapist and killer really achieve it?

After spending a decade of my lonely, monotonous life inside the sandbox VRMMO “Your Story Online”, obsessively building and roleplaying as the most absurdly overpowered character imaginable—Elizabeth Drakeheart Yggdrasil, the hybrid daughter between the Celestial Heavenly Ash Dragon King and the Abyssal Demon Queen of Chaos, wielder of celestial light, abyssal chaos, and every broken combination I could dream up—my world came crashing down when the server shutdown was announced. With a heavy heart, I waited for the final night the servers would close forever, staying logged in until 00:00 to say goodbye to my lovingly hand-crafted NPCs, my fantasy parents, and the world I had built with all my heart. But when the world faded from my eyes, instead of logging out, I met a godly being who called himself “Oblivion.” “I love what you made here, let’s do a collab.” Now I open my eyes as a newborn dragon-demon girl named Elizabeth Loumirayael Drakeheart—exactly the same character I min-maxed for a decade. This time, though, my fantasy parents are real, the golden palace is real, the magical and divine powers surging through my tiny body are real, and the apocalyptic threats closing in on me and my family—the Eight Calamities—are real too. There is no respawn, no logout button, and no second chances if I fail. My parents have already saved the world once, and they remain as powerful as I remember them. I could finally have the laid-back life I always dreamed of in my perfect fantasy world. But I know nothing can ever be completely perfect. And if I want my new family to survive, this dragon girl is going to have to grow up terrifyingly fast.

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

A storm leaves more than broken trees behind. Found beneath a fallen trunk at the edge of the forest, a silent girl is brought into a quiet village that does not welcome unanswered questions. She does not remember her name. She does not speak. And yet, something about her unsettles those who look too closely. As whispers spread and fear takes root, the girl’s presence begins to stir old wounds, buried secrets, and a power tied to bloodlines long thought lost. Caught between the life of a commoner and the shadow of something far greater, she stands at the center of a mystery no one is ready to face. Some storms destroy. Others awaken what should never have been found.