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Robert huffed; he would not give his friend all of the tools. Let him figure some of it out himself. "Wherever you think best." Before his friend could press the matter, he changed the topic. "Now, I did not just come to ask you to be my hand. I also came to suggest something else." "Your Grace?" Ned replied. "I wish to strengthen the bond between our families. We shall be united in blood as we would have been had Lya and I married." Robert said. "Your daughter and my son are of an age; they shall be betrothed, and the girl shall accompany us south." "I…" Ned stammered. Robert continued. "And your eldest son and my daughter Myrcella are of an age. They shall be married before we leave for King's Landing." Robert saw his friend's mouth open in shock once more. He grinned. "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to keep gaping at me like a fish?" Ned stared at him then took a deep breath. "I…I am…I am honoured by this favour, Your Grace." Robert felt his grin widen and he pulled Ned into a crushing embrace. "Our families were meant to be united, Ned. This time they will be." Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

It had only been a few days since he had somehow survived the Chamber of Secrets, and once again Harry Potter felt like the Magical World was completely mad. Death Eater and unrepentant monster Lucius Malfoy had unleashed a beast that could have easily wiped out an entire generation- a 60 foot long snake that could kill with a glance, let loose in a school full of children, including his own son, and yet he walked out of Hogwarts a free man. Albus Dumbledore was supposedly the greatest wizard alive and had an enormous amount of power as the head of the magical version of British parliament as well the magical version of the UN. But he let a man whose actions had terrorized and nearly killed students under Dumbledore's supposed protection go with a mere twinkle in his eye and a warning to behave himself. Was it any wonder the Death Eaters had caused so much destruction if the great hero fought terrorists with little more than stern words? Of course, this was also the second year in a row that a boy who grew up in a cupboard had to save the school from the most evil Dark Lord in history. What made this pitiful fact even worse was that he had been shunned by almost the entire school because he could speak to snakes, which obviously made him a Dark Lord in training. They turned on their hero in the blink of an eye because they were all completely mad. These thoughts made it a bit clearer why he had been abandoned to a life of slavery and abuse after saving them all as a baby- why would these crazy people bother caring about the fate of their savior? Want to see where Harry and Pansy’s story goes next? Join me on my Website or Patreon for early access to chapters and more: perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com and patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre respectively. Your support helps me keep the adventure going!

a young man dies after a long coma,but instead of going to where people normally go when they die,he goes into a world of angels

One world is a cage of ice. The other is a cafe on Earth. Both are about to burn. In the Kingdom of Aetheleon, Jai Chenwongo has everything. He is the golden heir to the strongest family in the land, a genius of elemental magic, and a boy "carved from light." But Jai’s perfect life is a lie. He is haunted by dreams of a man with golden blood and a red katana—dreams of a "God Slayer" who refused to die. While Jai struggles to awaken his powers in the Academy, a young man sits in a quiet cafe on Earth. He has black hair, eyes the color of fresh blood, and a silence about him that feels like the calm before a storm. Jai is the key. But Rayn is the Mandate. As the boundaries between worlds begin to thin, a divine conspiracy thousands of years in the making starts to unspool. The Gods think they are safe in their heavens, but the Mandate has been issued—and it only ends when the last throne is empty.

He transmigrated into Aemond Targaryen on the night he was meant to lose an eye. He knew the history. He knew the fight. He knew exactly how fate was supposed to carve him into a monster. So he tried to change it. But when the dagger fell, the one who paid the price was not him. From that moment on, history broke. Branded as a kinslayer, feared as a monster, and forced onto the path of the Green faction, Aemond steps into a future no one remembers—one shaped by blood, dragons, and political betrayal. Regent of the Realm. Rider of Vhagar. The man who should not exist. This time, the Dance of the Dragons will not follow the script. ... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull.  A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence.  His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged.  Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order.  Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.  It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back.  Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams.  The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor.   ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ [Synopsis] Mate. He knows it instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, Serena Silverveil's wolf is silent. She escaped Viremont with nothing — no pack, no title, no wolf. Just a sharp mind, a lethal wit, and a refusal to die. A stranger saves her life. She returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. But Dexmon is betrothed to Princess Agnes — the daughter of the very tyrant who kept Serena collared. So he stays silent. Agnes will stop at nothing to keep him. Murder, poisonings, dark magic, abductions, and starting a literal war. She ensures everyone in Drakenfell believes Serena is a whore and illiterate. Serena enters the royal ball on another man's arm, wearing the boldest gown in Drakenfell. Dexmon's restraint snaps. But he's not the only one watching. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest and most powerful Alpha King in Skardos also hears "Mate" when he sees Serena. He marks her. Dexmon's wolf shoves him off and marks over his mark. Two rival Alpha Kings. One mark. And a woman who already had her heart destroyed, now torn between them. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: love triangle, matebond, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna

[Congrats! You have Gained an Epic Grade Gift; All Class Perk] [Congrats! You have Gained a Mythic Grade Gift → Infinite Mana Perk] [Congrats! You have Gained a Mythic Grade Gift → Mythic Summoning System] Allen, a morally conflicted defense lawyer who successfully defended a guilty senator in a case, is murdered by the victim’s brother seeking revenge. To Atone, he enters a deal with a mysterious being which leads to reincarnation into another world. Now as Ethan A.Stark, He must navigate this new world with a power so great, it might even destroy it in the process. https://discord.gg/uat4dGdz8c

[ Secret Quest Complete — Shadow Emperor’s Trial. ] [ Condition Met — Save One, Even At Your Lowest. ] [ Host has been selected as the Shadow God’s Player. ] [ El Blessing — Activated. ] [ All wounds and sickness — Purged. ] [ Shadow Talent — Unlocked. ] [ The System will now guide the Player. ] [ Obey. Train. Grow. Conquer. ] Sebi was born into poverty, living a quiet life with his little sister Beth in Tokyo’s slums, dreaming only of earning enough money to lift them out of hardship. But a genetic disease slowly destroys his body from the inside preventing him from absorbing Shen, the divine energy that grants supernatural abilities to one third of humanity. Unable to awaken a Talent, he is disqualified from ever becoming an Awakener. Instead he works as a dungeon cleaner the lowest job in society. Collecting monster corpses after Hunters clear dungeons, salvaging energy crystals, risking his life daily for scraps of pay. His goal is simple. Survive. Earn enough for his sister’s school fees and his own medication. Maybe live a few more months. But everything changes when a routine cleaning job goes wrong.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Abstract A name resonated throughout the underworld. His figure was feared, respected, and revered by demons. He was the ruler of the ten circles of hell, the Demon King Amon Noctis. In a thousand years, he had conquered hell with his power. He established a hellish kingdom that even threatened the gods in heaven. But behind his glory and power, he had one secret desire—to return to his place of origin, Earth. Ten, a hundred, even a thousand years passed, and he still couldn't find a way to return home. One day, one of his subordinates discovered a one-way portal to another world. Without hesitation, Amon leapt into it and successfully returned to his world. But what awaited him was nothing like what he remembered. Earth had changed. Monsters had appeared, followed by the rise of humans with extraordinary powers—known as Transcendents. But that wasn't what surprised him. Two twin girls appeared, claiming to be his daughters! Amon: “My daughters? They're twins? Wait… since when did I have daughters!? Someone, explain this to me!” And so, the Demon King’s new life began, together with his two adorable daughters… *** Notes: 1. He is the Demon King, so don’t be surprised if he is cruel and terrifying. But don’t worry—he is only cruel to his enemies. To those he cares about, he is very kind. 2. For the most part, the story focuses on the lives and growth of the main characters’ children. If you’re tired of heavy, intense novels, this one should be a refreshing read. 3. There will be conflicts, but I won’t spoil them. Just read it, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it :) Don’t forget to support it~

When Gu Xuan is reborn as the only grandson of the Bone Douluo, he’s handed the ultimate head start. With one of the world’s strongest clans at his back and a cheat-code level knowledge of the future, he isn’t just looking to survive—he’s looking to take over. His rise is so fast it leaves everyone else playing catch-up. To Ning Rongrong, he’s the perfect Prince Charming; to her father, Ning Fengzhi, he’s the powerhouse who will keep their clan on top for generations. Even the "destined" Tang San finds his spotlight stolen by a guy who’s just better, faster, and stronger. He doesn't stop there. He maneuvers through the halls of Spirit Hall, turning a childhood bond with Qian Renxue into something much more ambitious, while leaving Dugu Bo wondering how one kid could be so damn greedy. Eventually, even the gods get desperate. The Asura God-King and the God-King of Destruction find out the hard way that you can’t force a divine throne on a man who refuses to take orders from anyone. --- This is a Translation. --- All Credits Belongs to Original Author: 金乌大圣

[System Notification: Congratulations! You have been cast by the God of Entertainment.] After a fatal encounter with the legendary Truck-kun, our boy wakes up in the body of Renard Vyre aka The Dragon Knight, the "Infamous Scum" of a web novel 'Path of the Holy Hero'. Turns out, the God of Entertainment is bored. He’s tired of the boring, clueless, dumbass Hero always winning. He wants someone who is smarter, stronger, and more ruthless. He wants me to strip the "Protagonist" of everything, his power, his titles, and his women. With the skills provided by the God and the [Villain Correction System], I’m rewriting the plot. I’m not just surviving the story; I’m taking it over. The show is about to start. I hope you're entertained. ***************** Tags: [Harem] [System] [Dragons] [Academy] [Nobility] [Overpowered MC] [18+] [Yandere] [Virgins] [Level Up] ***************** I really hope you all enjoy this journey! If you like what you're reading, feel free to toss some Power Stones my way... or don't, It's your life. This is my first time writing, so if I mess something up or write something that pisses you off, feel free to give me your love letter in the comments. Just a heads-up: this is an R18 story with mature themes, but I promise there’s an actual plot behind all of this thingy and no "brainrot" here. Also, for those wondering: No Yuri and No NTR. And yeah... I appreciate you wasting your precious time on my work. It means the world to me. Remember: somebody out there loves you, and today, that person is me. ;-)

In a world where power determines one's worth, the Supreme Arcanum Academy trains the most gifted warriors and mages. When Kael Veyron enters the academy, the Talent Sigil reveals the impossible — an F-Rank, the lowest rank ever recorded. Mocked by students and ignored by teachers, Kael becomes the academy’s greatest failure. But hidden within him lies a sealed ancient power, one that even the academy founders feared. As mysterious events begin to unfold and the seal slowly weakens, Kael discovers that his so-called weakness may actually be something far more dangerous. In an academy ruled by rankings, rivalries, and deadly trials, the weakest student may soon become the most terrifying one of all.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

What if it wasn't Aegon the one that conquered Westeros? What if instead of three dragon there is one instead with three heads? He is Darrow the Emperor.

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.

Alex who has a crippling fear of death died and woke up as a tiny lizard with an evolution system. Now he has to consume, grow and evolve to be the strongest being in all of existence so neither God nor Demon could threaten his life. If he can't face his fear, he might as well make sure there's no need to have it