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Once branded a failure, betrayed by his own blood, and executed without honor—Ardelion should have been forgotten by history. But fate gives him a second life, reborn with every memory of treachery still burning in his mind. In a world where nobles, royals, and prodigies fight to claim power, Ardelion returns as the boy everyone mocks… only this time, he knows every move his enemies will make. With strategy sharper than any sword and a will forged from betrayal, he begins his climb—through the academy of wolves, through the courts of scheming nobles, and into the very heart of the empire’s throne. No crown will sit on his head. Yet all who stand before him will kneel.

Princess Rosina Novarre’s betrothal banquet became the night of her parents’ death. The evidence pointed to a rival kingdom already locked in conflict with her own, and the revelations ignited a full-blown war. Yet Rosina had always suspected a third hand at play. Out of guilt, she laid her crown to rest, forged a new name, and joined the Ignis Corps—becoming their most relentless hunter behind enemy lines, fighting to protect her brother’s crown and her kingdom’s survival. Eight years later, the war is nearing its end. At last, she is ready to pursue her own investigation into the kingdom she has long doubted. But the arrival of a mysterious trainee threatens to unravel everything she has built, exposing a conspiracy that runs deeper than the war itself. As enemies close in from within and without, Rosina must decide what she is willing to sacrifice—her mission, her identity, or the love she thought lost forever.

Betrayed by her royal blood and executed by order of her holy emperor father, Princess Myrrh Celestia Vailenor swore her vengeance with her dying breath. Returned by the grace of unknown to the moment before her fall, she will carve her path in blood, tear apart the family that betrayed her, and seize the throne by rebellion. "From death I will return, crowned not by grace but by blood, and the empire shall kneel in ruin."

Everything in this world is under the power of laws. Abided by the law of Heavens and kept everything in an order. But, there are some exceptional cases where destinies are written like a vacant book. No order, no rules; everything is designed from choices we made and make. More like a chess and chess board. Here, this is the story where the destiny keep playing like a chess and the events like chess pieces and moves. The more you go, the more you be enlighten. The less you go, the less complexity will be. When story begins there will be choices and the choices are hidden but driven by the events, slowly leads to the destiny. 'Kiaria' a character who becomes route and initiator of destiny. Let us see where this destiny guides to. The story is not written in a character POV, instead in a witness style. You can feel everything happens right in front of you. My contact : [email protected].(for Royal Road verification purpose)

Today we had decided to up the stakes. Preparation had taken place last night while we ate the rabbit squirrel creatures we had caught. The small animals had gone a long way into getting our energy back up. Sitting around the fire, we had fashioned bow and arrows from branches in the canopy and vines crawling along the trees. Finding some red berries, we had fastened them to the ends of the arrows in little pouches used from a shirt we had torn into strips. It would be like an archery version of paint ball tag. Okay. It was safe to say that my crew and I were having a little too much fun with this. My so-called mate would respect my strength and who I am, or he wouldn’t have me at all. On that I refused to budge. Each member of my crew had three arrows and had discussed our targets beforehand. Having led the unsuspecting group we were stalking to the clearing on purpose this morning, we were surprised when three additional dragons arrived. I didn’t know who they were, but they seemed to be on friendly terms with the search party. Kind of. We made adjustments for the additional ‘enemies’ just as we would in a real war situation. I hoped the new arrivals could cope with the game they had inadvertently walked, or flown, into. Surrounding the clearing, we listened to the conversation between the search party and the new dragons. I was surprised to learn that the three other men saw things the same way I did. It almost made me feel bad about what was getting ready to happen to them. Almost. My team slowly and steadily took their positions and aimed at their targets. Each of us had a maniacal grin. The adrenaline and the knowledge that we were about to take out the enemy in one fell swoop was giving us a high like nothing else could. I waited until the Drakians were completely distracted. I gave the signal. Arrows went flying. The group in the clearing was so shocked that every single one of them froze, giving us the perfect targets. Seriously? Did they really have no sense of self-preservation? There was no trace of any battle readiness. Each arrow flew straight and true. Seven people were dead in less than a minute. Or, they would have been had it been a real attack. It was almost comical to watch. The shock that froze them as they realized they were being attacked. Them! Kings! Actually being attacked! Each clutched their chests where two red stains were forming. The anguished yelling that took place as they watched their brothers and kings getting wounded and falling to the ground on their knees. Then the confusion as it registered that there was no pain from the injuries. The pale green one brought some of the red splatter to his nose and sniffed. He looked at it for a second with an odd expression but then grinned. That grin turned into a full belly laugh. “It’s jorgin berries,” he said, unable to contain his mirth. All three of the newly arrived men sat on their knees laughing so hard they were bent over clutching their stomachs for an entirely different reason than being shot. Rokk and the two trackers began chuckling as realization dawned on who could be behind the attack, trying their best to remain composed as their kings came down from the panic of almost losing their brothers. And then it happened. That moment I knew would come. I had held back my last arrow just for this. That moment Glacian realized that his ‘little mate’ had just made an ass out of their entire group. Out of four kings. His anger was so deep his face was turning a darker shade of blue. Almost royal blue. His eyes flashed dragon. “Kiera!” He roared with every ounce of pent-up anger coursing through his system. I took aim and let my arrow go. He was so worked up he never saw it coming. He wasn’t even looking for an additional attack. None of them were. The juice pouch end of the arrow smacked him right in the forehead, knocking him down on his backside.

Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!” Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.” “Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl. Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”

Shen Yinning was originally the Crown Prince Lu Ying's childhood sweetheart and fiancée, but due to her father and brother's rebellion, she was exiled to Gan State and married to a minor local official as the daughter of a criminal. Meanwhile, Lu Ying gloriously married her cousin Shen Yunxi as his Crown Princess Consort. Three years later, Shen Yinning returned to the Capital with her husband. Everyone praised the Crown Prince and Princess for their mutual respect and harmony, and Shen Yunxi often flaunted in front of her how loving she and the Crown Prince were. However, only Shen Yinning knew that the seemingly restrained and honorable Lu Ying came to her chamber every night, completely disregarding the fact that she was now someone else's wife, secretly claiming her and keeping her as his Forbidden Fruit...

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!

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher! With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated. In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent. Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life. Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

“Look down and face the wall, princess,” he whispered dangerously close to her ear, grabbing her waist from behind. “Like...like this?” she whispered, a soft gasp escaping from her lips at his touch. “Perfect. Let me have a beautiful view of you, my love...” he smirked as he approached her slowly... Elena Voss, the daughter of a supposed traitor, thought she was just attending another high-society gala her Lord forced her into. But the masquerade was no ordinary party—it was a vampire court ritual, and her dance with a masked stranger bound her to him as his chosen bride. Damien Von Carstein, a ruthless and impossibly beautiful vampire prince, claims she now belongs to him. He promises her protection, passion, and power—but at the cost of her freedom. And when Elena uncovers her true background, she realizes that everything was fate being played. Torn between desire and danger, Elena must navigate Damien’s shadowy world of temptations. But every action she makes, pulls her deeper into his orbit. And when rivals rise, betrayals surface, and bodies start to fall, Elena will have to decide: Will she destroy the vampire prince who bound her and bring honor to her family's name or surrender to the passion that could destroy her?

He lived a miserable life. No parents. No one for support. Living in a rundown orphanage in a future infected with war, he found salvation in novels and animes. He died trying to be what he wasn't. A hero. 'Ah.. I wish I worked harder in life..' Filled with regrets, he faded away.... ..or did he? Now reincarnated in another world, does he have the will to do all that he couldn't in his past life?

Jian Ci is the light. An S-class Esper, his powers ripple with the warmth of a thousand suns, his smile a blinding beacon that draws humanity, and hope, to him like moths to a flame. He is the Sun, a magnetic force of nature, utterly unaware of the abyss that gazes back. Yu Xi is the dark. A shadow with skin, a man who walks through life with a silent, consuming emptiness, broken only by a singular, scorching singularity... Jian Ci. He is the Abyss, a dark constellation orbiting a single star, and his existence is now defined by the answer to one terrifying question. How far are you willing to go for him? Yu Xi’s response, spoken as clearly as a death sentence. “To hell and back.” This is the story of an impossible equation: Light + Darkness = ? It is a love that warps physics and morality, a descent into an obsession so profound it threatens to rip the very fabric of their world. Yu Xi knows their combination is impossible, a contradiction that should result in utter annihilation. Yet, with a quiet, terrifying devotion, he is prepared to burn the world, his own soul included, if it means securing his star.

Betrayed and executed by the Emperor she secretly guided to power, a master strategist is reborn into a minor noble house and must forge a contract marriage with her former enemy's crippled, visionary brother, leveraging his mercantile empire as a weapon to systematically dismantle the throne.

After being the "Heaven's Chosen," Prince Lian Xiuyun was betrayed by his brother, charged with treason, and beheaded beneath the Imperial Pagoda as his empire burned to ashes. Death was not the end. The Heavens pitied his grudge. Lian is seven years younger, before the betrayal, before his empire fell. Here, he keeps his brilliance in check, pretending to be a fool while weaving his vengeance in silence. He will take back the plundered empire not as a prince, but as the string-puller from behind the throne. When ancient foes come back in disguise, every friend may be an enemy, and every act of mercy a knife between his shoulders. But beneath the blood and the machinations, one question remains: If revenge costs him his soul… will he still do it?

No sword. No magic. Only coin. When Marcus Kennard is cast out of his father’s house, he inherits nothing but a name already fading from the ledgers of Grey Harbor. In a kingdom where nobles rule by birth and merchants by debt, a single misstep can end a family—and Marcus has made many. But exile has its uses. From the gutters of the port to the courts of kings, Marcus learns the one truth that binds every man: power is a transaction. Every favor, every betrayal, every life can be bought—if you know the price. Armed with nothing but his wit and a willingness to pay in blood or silver, he begins a rise that will shake the balance between crown and coin. The age of lords is ending. The age of merchants is about to begin.

Content Warning Alexander Reyasu, a decorated Colonel, spent thirty-five years fighting wars where politicians claimed glory and soldiers filled the graves. On Earth, war was political, self-serving, economical, and monetized for profit. What he craved was conquest, strategy, the thrill of commanding armies like the great conquerors of history, all for the glory. Now sixty and drowning in boredom in an owned cabin, he installs a nostalgic game from his youth: War Dominion IX. When the screen flashes.. [ SUMMONING REQUEST VERIFIED ] [ INITIALIZING CROSS-WORLD SUMMONING PROTOCOL. ] his cabin and everything around him explodes in light. When the dust clears, Alexander awakens not on Earth but in another world, The World of War Dominion. called Gaia. Reborn in the body of his 27-year-old prime, clad only in cartoon boxers and a “World Conqueror” t-shirt, he crashes into a desperate village full of pointy eared women whose on the brink of annihilation. The villagers prayed for a general, a commander. Instead, they got a soldier with the heart of a conqueror. Armed with nothing but his Ephone—a smartphone with War Dominion interface that can summon real weapons, artifacts, and soldiers. Alexander, Introducing himself as General Aexl, feels the old hunger stir once more. This world doesn't need to protecting. It is daring him to conquer it. To the villagers, he is salvation, a remnant echo of the legendary conqueror General Ae. To himself, this is conquest. He has already conquered this game before with a weapon of mouse and keyboards. This time the world and the war is real, weapon this time is a smartphone “…And as a dark threat gathers beyond the horizon, Aexl must decide whether he will rise as Gaia’s ultimate conqueror or be swallowed whole by the world he seeks to rule. With the help of Eldenthyr’s warriors Lyssa, the proud golden-haired village chief, burdened by her people’s survival yet carrying within her blood an inheritance she cannot imagine, one tied to Eldenthyr’s broken ruling lineage; Selene, a black-haired cold widow turned swordswoman whose blood calls her to what she truly is; Mereia, her silver-haired mother, a matron whose lineage hides a dormant power that once shaped kingdoms; Juvia, the purple-haired guardian of Lyssa, playful and intelligent yet carrying the key to something hidden; and Maevra, the Silver-haired merchant whose sly deals always cost more than coin, They all have a role to play as Aexl steps into a broken lineage once meant to rule. Can he revive what was lost, or will Eldenthyr’s legacy die with him?* But.. When he opens the War Dominion app, four glowing tabs appear: [ Weapons ] [ Artifacts ] [ Scrolls ] [ Units ] One tap on [Units] freezes him. Rows of silhouettes stare back, their names hidden in shadows… except a few: [ Busty Berserker Warriors ] [ Valkyrie Warriors ] [ Aphrodite’s Legion ] “What kind of army is this?” Aexl mutters. “Are we supposed to conquer this world with seduction?” The age of conquest has begun, and his army? Harem? This story contains R18+ elements, including sexual content, gore, psychological themes, mature conquest strategies, and ecchi situations. It is written with a focus on realism in war, leadership, and survival, blending historical inspiration with fantasy conquest. Reader discretion is advised.

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

An emperor who refused to rule with blood. A prince who refused to love with restraint. Elliott Lancaster, descendant of the sun and the gentle Emperor of the Vellurian empire, has spent his life avoiding war- and his father's attempts to force him into a political marriage. After his succession, instead, he adopted an orphaned noble boy, Aiden, raising him as both heir and an unlikely companion. But their bond was never that of father and son. How could it be, when they had less than a decade between them? Aiden Lancaster, the perfect prince in court and a storm of violence on the battlefield, has waited years to prove himself. He is devoted to his adopted father- some might even say, too devoted. Still, up till now, he was restrained by Elliott's desire for peace, despite their enemies poking them again and again. But Aiden's patience had its limits- but them touching Elliott was the straw which broke the camel's back. Now unrestrained, he wages a war so brutal it shocks the empire. When Elliott awakens to find borders redrawn in blood, he must confront the terrifying truth: the boy he raised has become a conqueror, and his devotion has twisted into something far more dangerous. As rival empire schemes and the nobility whispers about their unnatural bond, Elliott faces an impossible choice: maintain his morals and risk losing Aiden or embrace the ruthless love of the man who would burn the world to protect him.

Jack Crawlluster was a master procrastinator, dreaming big, doing little. One day, he dreamed of a man. That man was perfect: discipline, mysterious, capable, and dangerous, with secrets no one could guess. Compared to him, Jack was nothing. But Jack wakes up and and becomes who that man was. Strange holo-panels started to appear before his eyes and his fantasies starts bleeding into reality and he’s gained abilities he once only dreamed about. His life begins to twist into something not so ordinary, mirroring the extraordinary life of the man he saw in his dream. But that wasn’t all as he slowly learns the truth of the world. If he can’t grow fast enough, he’ll break. Excerpt: [The Urban System has been calibrated.] [Congratulations!] [Character Information] [Name: Jack Crawluster] [...] “… what the hell is happening to me?!”

For centuries, the people of Nytheris have been trapped in a cycle of regression, immortal, yet never free. When King Orion of Nytheris dies without returning, his granddaughter Elara Nytheris Veyldan must navigate on how her grandfather achieved a full death without regressing back. Nine lives. Nine deaths. Nine betrayals by those she once loved, her father, her fiancé, her own family. But in her tenth life, everything changes. Her father, Duke Caelum Veyldan, dreams of her deaths, his guilt cracking open fragments of past lives. Her former fiancé, Crown Prince Adrienne Aurelthar, is haunted by visions of the girl he once ruined. Even the very curse begins to unravel, the silver sigil on Elara's wrist fading with every act of acceptance rather than resistance. When Kaelion Veyrath of Aetherion, a demi-god prince carrying the essence of the Moon's light, appears, the truth surfaces: "Nytheris' immortality was never a gift. It was a prison born from her grandfather's desperate pact with The Eclipser, the deity of oblivion. The endless cycles of pain are the price of that broken deal." To break it, Elara must do the unthinkable: stop seeking love, stop feeding the curse with longing, and let go of the pain that binds her soul. To break the curse, Elara must let go of the love, pain, and longing that have chained her for centuries-and forgive a world that never deserved her. Because freedom doesn't come from vengeance. It comes from release.