whispers of the birthmark

In a kingdom built on blades and blood, Princess Seraphine was born to conquer - not to kneel. Feared for her strength, desired for her throne , she is engaged to House Thorne's golden prince and seal an alliance. But fate has sharper plans. In the shadows, an unseen force watches her every move - possessive, ruthless, burning with desire darker than devotion. As sweet promises turn sour and whispered promises splinter into lies, Seraphine will face a truth far crueler than betrayal : Sometimes the greatest threats comes not from the enemy's sword... but from the hands you were meant to hold. When love is a weapon, who will bleed first?

【Simulation Victim List—Yamada Ryo, Takamatsu Tomori, Chihaya Anon, Gotoh Hitori, etc.—】 Thanks for the invitation, ROB. I'm in Japan, currently simulating “J-Rocker girls.” Kazami Mei, who simply longed for a peaceful and beautiful life, somehow ended up with a romance simulator that had absolutely no reason to involve him. Chasing after the system rewards that promised a better life, Kazami Mei started the so-called “romance simulation” with a playful attitude. But a simulation is just a simulation, so why are all the targets suddenly grabbing knives and chasing after him for a real romance?! 【MyGO!!!!! × Bocchi the Rock!】

In a world where corruption hides beneath crowns and heroes are forged through tragedy, one boy’s pain will shape the future. Ryker Tensai was just a child when he lost everything—his heroic father vanished, his mother imprisoned, and his hands stained with blood. Branded a villain by the world, Ryker vanished into the shadows. But in a world ruled by false justice and a collapsing system, he rises again—not as a hero, but as a force meant to destroy and rebuild. From the haunted alleys of Japan to the sacred land of Tenjiku, from guild wars to godly clashes, Ryker manipulates nations, breaks fate, and shakes heaven itself. But the deeper he dives into the truth, the more he realizes—he is both the world's salvation and its greatest curse. This is a tale of evil god vs human. This is the rise of a broken hero… The rise of a god... The Divinery Rising.

Orphaned at a young age , Layla Llewellyn feels like the luckiest girl in the world after she moves in with her uncle Bill , a gardener who lives on the scenic Arvis estate in the Berg Empire . To Layla Arvis seems like paradise ; she loves to explore the vast forest , always bringing her notebook to record the wildlife she encounters . She especially loves the birds , watching them with awe as they hatch and grow from fluffy chicks into beautiful birds . Duke Herhardt , the young , handsome lord of Arvis , is also interested in birds--- and Layla . But the difference is , he's interested in birds because he likes to hunt them.... and he's interested in Layla because he likes to make her cry . If a lovely bird is trapped in a golden cage , which will she choose : a life of luxury , or freedom ? *** The novel and cover photo are not mine .

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. "I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. "Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…” “Then why do you want me to stop following you?” “I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end. “Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away. “I did,” he sighed in defeat.

He was a Nameless orphan. Now he's the academy's biggest threat---- and it's only hope In a world where power dictates status, a poor village boy receives a once in a lifetime opportunity; an invite to study at the magic academy. Surrounded by nobles, geniuses and monsters alike, he only has 1 goal. Become an Archmage. However Magic comes at a price. As secrets unravel and tensions arise beyond the walls of the academy, he's forced to choose--- follow the path carved out for him or break loose to carve his own way. They wanted a talented Student. They created a fearsome Symbol. One that will reach the top at any cost.

A man finds himself transmigrated into the Potter verse, and all he wants to do is play with magic. It's a shame old men, secret government organisations, politicians and Dark Lords keep meddling in his affairs. At least he can travel the multiverse, right? [Rated M To Be Safe][Slow Build][Semi/Gamer][Overpowered][OP!OC][SI/OC][Self Insert][AU][Worlds Travelled: Bright, Witcher] .................. This fanfiction contains elements of Harry Potter, Elder Scrolls, Star Wars, The Witcher and more. Enjoy! ................ Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Elder Scrolls or any other works used in this fanfiction aside from the original characters and ideas used.

In the final battle against the Wild Hunt, Harry is thrown back to when he was eleven years old, arriving at the beginning of his story in the wizarding world. Now, as memories of his Witcher training resurface, he realizes the source of his unique power—the strange magic that wizards call spells and Witchers call something else entirely. A Witcher? A wizard? Fine…if he can wield a silver sword, adding a wand should be no trouble at all.