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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.

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?”

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.

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."

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!

She was reborn back to 11 years ago, when everything was fine, her family was still alive and she had not experienced the pain of destruction. Since she had the chance to restart, she decided to seek revenge on those who had hurt her! She would also leverage her knowledge and strength to lead her family to a prosperous life. However, she has a regret: despite being reborn, she still ended up marrying him, a man who was difficult to approach...

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

【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!

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 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.

- ALWAYS FREE UNLOCKED - The present is broken. The past is infected. The future has already collapsed. On a planet becoming uninhabitable, young men known as Time Eaters are given the responsibility to restore its disrupted black hole. They must wander through any possible timeline to execute the beings who destroyed the planet's order – before it is too late. No chosen one. No prophecy. Only erasure. INEFFABLE is a mythic, tragic, adventurous fantasy of blood and time, where redemption can lie beyond reach.

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

After waking up, Lynn traveled across the continent of Westeros. At the beginning, Ned Stark pinned him to the ground and prepared to behead him. Fortunately, Lynn awakened the killing system in time! Kill 1 enemy, experience +1 "Increase experience!" [Riding skill 9/10 → 10/10, level increased] [Riding (Proficient) 0/100] Watch Lynn ascend to the Iron Throne step by step from an ordinary person with no power! [Multiple Women][Game of Thrones][Development and Upgrade][Lord, Hegemony, Garrison, Farming][Dragon]

In the mist before GENESIS, Fate and Chance and Others cast tolls upon their names, while the chalice did burn and churn whose crown should be. And he that won strode through the mist unto YOD-VAV-HEH and cried: “Lo, wake upon the mist and create the heavens and the earth and make gods for me, for I have won over the crown and thy mist is mine to rule.” And so as the cry was heard Fate and Chance and Others bowed, But whether it was Fate or Chance or Another that won the cast of the tolls before GENESIS—none-knoweth. .............................................................. Welcome to Gods of Pangaeos. ​This work is a reimagining of the creation myth, written as a stylistic marriage between the liturgical structure of Genesis and the high-fantasy, rhythmic prose of Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. ​In this world, the Creator is a sleeper, and the world we know is merely a "Game" played by smaller, whimsical deities during His slumber. You will find echoes of our own earth’s deep past—Pangaea, Panthalassa, and Gondwana—woven into a tapestry of myth and "The Word." ​A Note on Style: The text uses archaic phrasing and repetitive structures to mimic ancient holy books. If the gods seem cruel or indifferent, remember: to them, we are but the pieces on a board. ​I hope you enjoy the "Game." ​Art Disclaimer ​Cover Illustration: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI" by Sidney Sime (1906). ​ ​Note on the Artwork: The illustration used for this cover is a masterpiece by Sidney Sime, originally created for Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. As this artwork was published over 100 years ago, it resides in the Public Domain. ​While the image originally depicted the deity Mana-Yood-Sushai, it has been chosen for this work to represent the Great Stillness of YOD-VAV-HEH. I use this art as a tribute to the golden age of mythic illustration that inspired the tone of Gods of Pangaeos.

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.