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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

What does it feel like to be bound by a cursed mark you did not choose, with no option but to resist? Maroth, a simple village yong man, becomes part of a group known as the Reapers, born from the phenomenon called "The Black Legacy". Across the vast Seven Lands , he faces unknown entities known as the Strangers. And He walks a path of chaos, forsaking In exchange precious In the end, will Maroth be able to change his fate, or will he be forced to accept it?”

I have died, now what? Reborn in a world unknown. Now I live my life. Reincarnation was not unknown to Lazir, but the world he was reborn to? Now that was something he would need to learn, survive, and live through to understand if this was just another life or the beginning of a curse. Or is it a chance to reach that most covetous place in the cosmos. This is an epic adventure story, through a world of high fantasy, of a story closer to historic dreams than reality. Volume I Noble Son: Lazir the Noble son had found himself in a city of roman proportions, would he survive this new life of his? Or would he try to find a way to die and avoid the intrigue, dark romance and bloody politics of this new world.

The Divine Law of this world has one answer for everything. Bow. To your sect. To your elders. To the heavens above and the hierarchy beneath them. Bow and cultivate and advance and one day, if you are exceptional enough, bow to slightly fewer things than you did before. Wáng Lù has been offered inner disciple promotion four times. He has declined four times. Not out of arrogance. Not out of weakness. Out of something the sect's framework has no category for — a self so complete, so ancient, so certain of its own foundation that the performance of submission registers not as humility but as a lie he is not willing to tell. He is seventeen. He carries eleven lifetimes behind his eyes. And every single one of them has been moving toward the same conclusion, the way rivers move toward the sea without being told which direction the sea is. The Divine Law has one answer. He is it.

In Aethelgard, magic kills you: the North pays in physical rot, the West turns to living stone, and the South burns with fever. Alexander pays in nothing. Wielding the forbidden Void, he is the only thing standing between his brother’s throne and a war that will shatter the continent—but the cost of using it isn't his life. It’s his soul.

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her. Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter. The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?" Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so." Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life. Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven." Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life." Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?" Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away. With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

She was reborn in the 1970s, when there were no mobile phones or TVs, people lived in poverty and marriages were arranged by families. He, the wealthy and powerful head of the regiment, who governed the local army, helped her join the army so that her family would no longer be bullied and could live a good life. And Suddenly, he proposed marraiage to her...

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

【Hilarious and Adorable Novel】 As a military doctor with expertise in both Chinese and Western medicine, Gu Changsheng felt that this time-traveling journey was ridiculously screwy! Once he traveled back, he was gifted a son, hmm, it felt quite nice. Having a son to rely on in old age, plus owning a steady estate, wealth and glory weren't hard to come by. A lousy father turns over a new leaf? Sorry, mom here isn't fond of revisiting the past! Son, what kind of dad do you want? From the multitude of handsome and wealthy young men out there, let’s pick and choose… This is the story of a bizarrely outstanding female doctor, strutting through ancient times with her child in tow!

After waking up from a car accident, Qin Xue realized that she had traveled back to the 1980s, and what's even more shocking is that there's a ball in her belly. What the hell is going on? Can someone please explain this situation to her? Wasn't that handsome brother not fond of the original host? How come he turns out to be the father of the child?! Chu Molin: After returning from a mission, how did the house go from being a trash heap to being clean? And how did my willful, arrogant, and unreasonable wife suddenly turn into a gentle and lovely sheep? Also, what's the deal with that belly? Baby 2: Big brother, Dad and Mom are so silly. It seems like we were sent by Dad to top up their phone credits, right? Baby 1 responds with a hopeless look in his eyes! Welcome to join "Reborn Space: The Little Eighties Wife" group chat, group chat number: 947814976

"You have ten seconds to explain why you just spilled champagne on the most dangerous man in the empire." Lady Seraphine Vale never meant to offend the king. She was too busy trying to escape the auction her father had disguised as a banquet where the prize was her, sold to foreign powers to clear his gambling debts. One act of desperation. One wrong turn. One moment of fire in her eyes that collided with the cold gaze of King Darian Ashvael. Now she belongs to him. The king who slaughtered his own brothers. The tyrant who bleeds empires dry. Rumor says his heart is made of iron. Seraphine is about to discover the rumors are wrong because you cannot cage what was never free. And the king who terrifies nations is hiding a secret that could unravel them both. She arrived at his palace as a captive. She may leave as the only person who ever truly saw him. Or she may not leave at all.

"Six fiancées dead. You'll be the seventh. Unless you're clever enough to survive me." Ophelia Ashvale spent fifteen years believing she was nobody—a seamstress's orphaned daughter who survived on scraps and optimism in the empire's cruelest slums. Life was brutal, but she endured, convinced that hard work could lift her from poverty. Then, the day before her nineteenth birthday, Baron Roderic Ashvale arrived with guards and a carriage bearing his crest. Her biological father. The man who abandoned her when her mother died. She should have known he didn't come for love. Baron Ashvale brought her to his estate only to announce her fate: she would marry Duke Silvanus Nocturne, the Phantom Duke—a man so feared that mothers use his name to frighten children. A man who wears a silver mask to hide a face rumored to be monstrously disfigured. A man whose last six fiancées died within weeks of their engagements, each found dead the morning after seeing his unmasked face. No one knows if he kills them himself or if they die of fright. Ophelia is given no choice. She's a pawn in her father's political game, sold to a monster to secure the baron's favor with the Emperor. Trapped in the Phantom Duke's fortress—a labyrinth of secrets, shadows, and locked doors—she has two options: escape before her wedding night, or uncover the truth behind the deaths before she becomes victim number seven. But the duke is not what she expected. Cold and commanding, yes—but there's something broken beneath that silver mask, something that watches her with tortured intensity. He pushes her away with cruelty, yet appears in the darkness when she's in danger. He warns her to fear him, yet his touch is unexpectedly gentle. And when Ophelia discovers that she's not just a baron's bastard daughter but the last surviving heir to the overthrown Lysander royal bloodline—the very dynasty the Emperor slaughtered to claim his throne—everything changes. Her father didn't sell her to the duke for political favor. He sold her for execution. The Emperor wants every Lysander dead, and the Phantom Duke is his chosen executioner. But why haven't the previous fiancées been Lysander heirs? Why is Silvanus stalling her death? And why does he look at her like she's both his salvation and his damnation? As conspiracy, desire, and danger intertwine, Ophelia must choose: flee the monster and guarantee her father's victory, or trust the man behind the mask and risk discovering that some fates are worse than death. The duke's fortress holds deadly secrets. But the deadliest secret of all might be the truth beating beneath his cold, scarred heart. He was sent to kill her. She was born to destroy him. Together, they'll burn the empire down.

Survival is not a victory. It is simply a postponement of the math. ​Nineteen-year-old Theron exists at the absolute bottom of the Imperial war machine. He is a scavenger, a starved rat picking the boots off dead soldiers in the freezing, blood-soaked mud of the Ashen Pits. In a world defined by brutal overseers and cosmic horrors, Theron’s life is worth precisely three days of hard rations. He has accepted this equation. He keeps his head down, he calculates the risks, and he survives. ​Then he loots the wrong corpse. ​A stolen obsidian ring grafts itself to his bone, offering him the one thing the world has always denied him: strength. But the artifact is not a blessing. It is a cursed, parasitic framework that operates on a single, uncompromising metric. It demands kinetic energy. It demands life. ​To survive the trenches, Theron must feed the parasite. He must consume the essence of the dying and the monstrous to reinforce his own failing biology. But every time the ring consumes, it rewrites his instincts, pushing him closer to the mindless beasts that slaughter the Imperial legions. ​Caught between a world that wants him starved and a parasite that wants him feral, Theron refuses to be a victim to either. He will not be a pawn. He will not be a beast. He will become the architect of his own ascent, calculating the exact cost of every broken bone and stolen breath until he balances the scales of the empire entirely. ​The math is simple. If you cannot afford to buy a life, you must steal one.

Power is inherited. Control is demanded. In the Maahri Empire, a queen must navigate a court where betrayal is expected and survival is not guaranteed. Princess watches, learns, and waits. Rules are made for women. Breaking them may be the only way to survive.Every smile hides intent. Every move is calculated. Every chapter is a step closer to the throne… or to ruin.

Collin East is a talent agent barely scraping by in the tough world of Hollywood. He’s average, has average clients, average luck, and an average career that has no clear direction. Until one morning, everything changes. Collin wakes up with a bizarre and unbelievable power. He can see floating words above people's heads. Words that reveal true and innate talents. “Romance Box Office Hit Actor,” “Master Director Of Comedy,” “Talk Show King,” “Olympic Gold Sprinter.” Suddenly, the nobodies around him shine with potential only he can see. Armed with this supernatural insight, Collin sets out to transform the entertainment industry from the inside out. He discovered an aspiring actor flipping pizzas, an unknown director with a vision that could make everyone laugh, a singer on a subway platform who could top the Billboard 100. [This novel has 65 advanced chapters on Patreon.] Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/Puji_makii

Being a royal, you must give up the dream to choose your partner. When plague and war wipe out the imperial heirs of Solanir, sixteen-year-old Orion von Solanir is forced onto a throne he was never meant to inherit. Crowned too young, burdened too soon, and being the most imbelic young man a lady can ever withstand. marriage. Enter Selina von Marcelline, daughter of the duke of a rival kingdom and a living clause in a fragile treaty. Sent to Solanir as a political offering, she is expected to become the empire’s perfect crown princess—graceful, obedient, and silent. She fails spectacularly. as every single thing here test's her patience and sanity. Their first meeting ends with insults, blood signatures, and Orion being thrown out of a window—literally. What begins as open hostility quickly turns into a vicious battle of words, pride, and bruised egos. To the court, they are a blessed union meant to stabilize the continent. In private, they are sworn enemies sharing a crown. But hatred is rarely simple. Orion’s cruelty hides a deeper wound—one born from betrayal within his own family, where power, desire, and silence destroyed what little innocence he had left. Selina, sharp-tongued and observant, begins to notice the cracks beneath his arrogance- and simply that's not her problem to deal with. Meanwhile, Selina carries her own scars. Abandoned by her father, bound by blood treaties, and surrounded by a royal family riddled with secrets, she learns that Solanir’s court is far more dangerous than the battlefield ever was. Allies wear smiles. Apologies come too late. And even family can be the sharpest blade. As festivals turn into threats, treaties into traps, and enemies into reluctant partners, Selina and Orion are forced into proximity they never wanted—sharing lessons, public appearances, and a future neither chose. In a court where loyalty is performative, love is political, and survival demands cruelty, one question remains: Can two broken heirs learn to trust each other before the empire tears them apart? Or will their marriage become just another royal tragedy written in blood?

Amara Hale never believed in love—until she was forced to marry the most dangerous man in the city, Lucien Blackwood. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Lucien doesn’t do love. He does control. Their marriage is a business deal. Their desire is forbidden. And yet, every glance, every brush of skin, every word between them ignites a fire neither can control. In a world of lies, secrets, and hidden scars, will Amara break him—or will he own her heart completely? One rule: no love. One woman: all temptation. One man: all danger.

In her previous life, her family was destroyed. In this life, she was reborn and decided to save her family, never letting history repeat itself. But with all the men in her family having already sacrificed, how can her family rise again? At this moment, he appeared and said, "Your family belongs to a prosperous lineage, and for a hundred years, there has never been any waste of talent, including among women." Later on... The eldest sister became an invincible warrior, the second sister a formidable head of the household, and the third sister a wealthy merchant. Her family was rejuvenated. Because he had helped her countless times in her previous life, she secretly returned the favor in this one. On a snowy night, outside the city wall: "You've saved me so many times, do you like me?" he asked. "No, you are mistaken," she replied. "Then if I've saved you so many times, can you grow to like me?" he asked again.

Alexei, a transmigrator reborn as the Tsarevich of Imperial Russia, carrying the memories of lives shaped by hardship and survival. Thrust into a world of court etiquette, political tension, and looming upheaval, he must learn to navigate his new identity while quietly preparing for what lies ahead. As he adapts to imperial life, Alexei begins a dangerous journey of self-discovery, blending past experience with the realities of a changing world in order to survive. Author's note: Story about Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov - SI Alternate history - Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov was born as the first child of the Tsar. This story won't go into details about history. But there will be some that will be included in the story. This is a dark tone story. You have been warned. Disclaimer: All historical figures, countries, locations, and events portrayed in this work are products of fiction and are not intended to mirror real-world counterparts. Any viewpoints or statements expressed by the narrator or characters are purely fictional and should not be interpreted as the author’s own.