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Historical Fantasy • Strategy • Epic War • System • Character Drama

A modern-day foodie finds herself in the depths of the imperial palace, a mere invisible at the bottom of the hierarchy, but luckily, the food there isn't half bad, and she could make do. Who would have thought that those women were so fond of drama, bouncing around for no good reason? Well, then, no need for civility—was she supposed to steam buns instead of vying for favor?! In her first year in the palace, she was neither favored nor pampered! She was bullied! In her Nth year in the palace, she reigned supreme over The Six Palaces! Yet she became the thorn in everyone's side! A Favored Consort who doesn't aspire to become the Empress is no good chef! And since the Emperor must have a main wife, then why not her?! Who said an emperor's heart was heartless? She was determined to become the apple of the emperor's eye! Battling mean girls, capturing the heart of the Emperor, having children, Xia Ruqing thus embarked on a relentless journey of struggle within the imperial palace! [Reader group: 362627942, I'll be waiting for you here~]

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.

Her uncle indifferent, her fiancé unfaithful, and the very aunt she regarded as her own mother sold her to a merchant to be a concubine for two hundred thousand taels of silver, thoroughly ruining her life. Having been reborn and having survived life and death trials, Lian Yueyao vowed never to let anyone control her destiny again. This time, she would protect her loved ones who cared for her and carve out a splendid future for herself with her own hands. June's readers group: 97058970, everyone is welcome to join. June’s completed novel: "Rebirth: The Soft-hearted."

Fat kitty died, killed by a lightning strike while stealing a chicken leg! And then, the kitty was reborn into a rich family in the 80s, which, having had nine grandsons, longed for a granddaughter and instantly made her the most adored one in the family! She was so happy with her life, being pampered by grandma, adored by parents, and protected by big brothers. Of course, it would have been even better if that big bad wolf hadn't cast covetous eyes on her.

She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the General's Mansion, treacherously harmed and died a miserable death. Perhaps moved by pity, heaven granted her rebirth. She returned to four years earlier, not only possessing heterochromia that allowed her to see what others couldn't but also equipped with a portable space. She vowed to make those who hurt her and her mother pay in this life. He was a Prince with a Different Surname from Moli Country, holding military power and commanding awe in all directions. It was said that he had conquered most of Moli Country, and even The Emperor showed him deference. Legend had it he was a bloodthirsty prince who killed without blinking an eye. One day, she encountered a ragged but handsome man on the street, who chased after her, shouting, “My wife, my wife.” The woman said, “Damn it, who is your wife? Aunt isn’t even engaged yet! Go where it’s cool and stay there.” The man responded, “You are my wife, and I've decided to follow you for life.” "A feel-good story, both leads are strong, a pampering love story with 1v1 romance."

In a world ruled by social hierarchies and hollow smiles, one antisocial genius chooses war. Belt Konp hates people. He hates noise. He hates pretending to be less than he is. But he possesses something that terrifies everyone: Mirror Evolution—a cursed gift that lets him hunt, dissect, and devour the abilities of anyone who crosses his path. Speed. Strength. Instinct. Vision. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. Dragged into Krow City's merciless competition, Belt doesn't seek glory or friendship. He seeks absolute dominance—to stand alone at the summit while the world kneels. But this battlefield breeds monsters. A Titan whose body defies physics. A Captain who reads fate itself. Beasts disguised as humans. Rivals who would rather see him destroyed than defeated. To survive, Belt must do what he does best: evolve. From scavenger to predator. From ghost to Tiger. From human... to something beyond. Each battle. Each stolen skill. Each step closer to the truth he's been running from: In a world designed to break you, the only way to win is to become unbreakable. WARNING: → Ruthless Anti-Hero Protagonist → Psychological Warfare & Brutal Evolution → No Plot Armor. No Mercy. No Limits. → Inspired by Blue Lock × The Beginning After The End The hunt begins. Will you evolve, or be devoured?

"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.

Two years after the Immortal Ruler’s death, Yunara City stands fragile under corruption and fear. A lone samurai appears in its streets — silent, cold-eyed, carrying a blade and secrets no one dares to question. As shadows creep through the city and power shifts quietly in the alleys, Raikaro’s arrival begins to change everything. Some bloodlines refuse to fade. Some marks cannot be hidden. And some swords decide the fate of all.

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.

This is a tale, yes, it is the fable that haunts Sarrera and its people. Told to children to help them fall asleep at night, it has become an expression used across the globe, mocked for its stupidity while making even the most robust shudder with its impetuosity. Few reigns reflect such brutality, few were the survivors who did not tremble under Hitzak's yoke. Some die upon hearing his name, others stop breathing and gouge out their eyes when he passes before them. It depends above all on the king himself. If he does not favor you, you will die; if, on the other hand, there is a chance for you to live, seize it or flee. It seemed as if his blade never dulled, yet I saw it one day pale beneath my gaze This is a tale, yes, the tale of Hitzak Scavi the tyrant, but this time told from the perspective of one of the Beste sisters The prophecy of Ederra.

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.

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.

"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