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Villain Awakening: Rising to the Strongest Dragon God

[ Locked: 40k+ Words ] Name's Julien Moreaux.. I died of terminal-illness at twenty-four. Woke up as the villain. Not just any villain, Auryn Ignisar, Third Prince of the Dragon Empire. The one who gets betrayed, broken, and executed in Chapter 47 of a web novel I'd read twenty times while dying---Yeah some mad re-read value...I know! Well, here's the thing: I remember everything. Every assassination. Every artifact. Every traitor wearing a loyal smile. The Hero who's coming to "save" the empire by putting a sword through my chest. But I'm not the original Auryn anymore. I have a System that sees through lies. An SSS-Rank Talent that lets me CREATE from nothing—weapons, techniques, power itself. And I have zero intention of following the script. Root out the spies? Done. Claim legendary relics before the Hero does? Already moving. Outmaneuver two older brothers who'd sell me for a political advantage? I'm three moves ahead. My province is dying. My wives don't trust me. The Empire thinks I'm weak. Good. Let them think that, while I rebuild everything from the ground up, not into what it was, but into something the novel never saw coming. Dragons inherit thrones. I'm going to forge mine from the ashes of a fate that was never mine to begin with. [ Please support with Powerstones, Golden tickets and Gifts.. it helps the story reach others (my goal) ] Tags: Transmigration, Villain Protagonist, System, SSS-Rank Talent, Dragon Transformation, Multiple Wives, Anti-Hero, Overpowered.
NullExistence · 54.2k Views

My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Five years ago, she left behind an egg and said, “This is the son I bore for you. When he comes of age, that will be the time of my return.” He thought she was joking, but months later, the son hatched out of the egg, looking like a normal baby but with two shiny, adorably cute little dragon horns on his head. However, she remained far away with no signs of returning. * Later, she disappeared for five years, and he went mad for five years, until Little Dragon brought home a woman, and he instantly came to his senses... But Little Dragon said, "Daddy, even though you don't have a wife, you're about to get a daughter-in-law soon. She saved me, and I want to dedicate myself to her in return!" * From then on, the father and son found themselves in an open and covert struggle for her affection. "Your Excellency, Miss Si's medical skills have amazed the entire globe, and all the bigshots are busting their heads to court her. Your heroic rescuing act is of no use..." Mo Yinhe suddenly collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, “Quick, go call her to save me!” "Your Excellency, the seven arch-rivals whom you beat until their livers exploded are all Miss Si's biological brothers. They want to take Miss Si back to inherit the throne..." Mo Yinhe immediately announced his abdication, pulling his son to roam the streets: “Sonny, from now on, Dad can only follow you to seek refuge with your wife-to-be.” Little Dragon shook the shiny, adorably cute little dragon horns on his head, “Daddy, I've already arranged a retirement home for you, guaranteed to secure your peaceful old age~”
An Ying · 421.9k Views

The Dragon's Heart: Unspoken Passion

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • slow-paced *very* • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k
yonanae · 172.8k Views