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Reign of the outcast luna

One iron. Twenty-one years of silence. A kingdom built on a lie. I spent my life scrubbing Alpha Vane’s blood off the marble floors. To my father, I was a “sickness” to be drowned in mountain ash. To the Black Ridge pack, I was the wolfless ghost who served the wine and took the hits. Then the Blood Moon rose on my twenty-first birthday, and the ghost finally screamed. I didn't just shift. I became a nightmare of white fur and ancient power that leveled the palace and left the pack elders trembling in awe. They saw a miracle. They saw a Goddess. Vane saw a threat to his throne. And worst of all, it was the wolfless trash of the palace. He couldn't stand it. Before the dust of the ruins could even settle, he shattered the fated mate bond with cold words: "I, Alpha Vane, reject you as my fated mate." But he didn't stop at rejection. To ensure I would never rise, he forced the slave’s iron into my collarbone, branding me like cattle. Now, I am a “wife” in name but a prisoner in soul, forced to pour the wine while his mistress, Isolde, wears my mother’s jewels and smiles at my scars. Vane thinks he’s tamed a monster. He thinks he’s playing the hero while he welcomes a viper into his bed. He’s too blinded by his hatred for me to see Isolde's betrayal, she’s a scout for the rival pack, sharpening her knife for the moment he turns his back. He’s protecting a traitor and punishing a queen. I don’t know why the earth shudders when I cry, or what ancient thing is clawing its way out of my chest. But Vane made one fatal mistake: he branded a girl who has nothing left to lose.
peace_okeke · 421 Views

The Cube Queen's Apocalypse Feast

#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed
Reiya_Alberich · 518.9k Views

REBORN AS THE NEGLECTED WIDOW: A TALE OF LOVE AND VENGEANCE

Hiraya Chavez never dreamt that death would cause her to transmigrate into the body of Carmelita Mendoza, the pretty young neglected pregnant widow of the rich and influential Mendoza family. Known by many names; a ruthless assassin, a masked vigilante, a master of deception, and the cyber mage, Hiraya was a legend both feared and abhorred. She was her own boss and bowed down to no one. But everything changes when Hiraya become the victim of a premeditated explosion. She wakes up in a hospital, with memories that do not belong to her and a friendly-looking nurse addressing her as Carmelita. "Who the hell is Carmelita?" ***** Orphaned at birth and forced to marry into a family that despises her, Carmelita Mendoza endured two miserable years of being married to a drunk, an abusive wife beater and a chronic gambler. Her seemingly pathetic life turns for the worse when her husband dies in a ghastly car accident. On the day of her husband's funeral, a man arrives at the memorial venue, flaunting naked pictures of himself and Carmelita entangled intimately, while claiming he is responsible for her mysterious pregnancy. Branded an adulterer and stripped of her entitlement to her husband's property, Carmelita is banished by her in-laws, with nothing except the torn clothes on her body. Rejected, broken, and depressed, Carmelita decides to take her own life by jumping off a tall building. However, instead of crashing on the cold, concrete floor, her body drops on the roof of a sleek grey Maybach Exelero, parked by the roadside. What would happen when Carmelita, now Hiraya, is confronted by Kendrick Silva - an enigmatic business tycoon and the third heir to the richest family in LampStone- for the damage to his car and for stealing his heart? Would she give love a second chance when she discovers that Ken is the mysterious man responsible for her pregnancy? And most importantly, what would she do to protect her adorable son when Hiraya's past life catches up with her?
Tres_Aguila · 114.6k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 125.4k Views