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Every night at 12:07 AM, Ethan Rivera sees him.A boy. In the mirror.He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe.But he’s always there. Watching.One night, the boy finally speaks:“Help me. I’m trapped in your world.”His name is Noel — a reflection from a cursed parallel world called Reverie, where love between two boys is forbidden and punished.As Ethan uncovers the mirror's dark secrets, he finds himself drawn to Noel in ways he never expected. But falling in love with someone who isn't supposed to exist comes with a price.Because the mirror doesn’t just reflect… it takes. A poetic, emotional BL story about mirrored souls, forbidden love, and the boy who made silence feel like home.

A kingdom survives because one man gives up his future. When Devavrata renounces the throne and swears a vow that will bind him for life, the world praises him as Bhishma, the man of terrible resolve. But vows echo. They do not fade. As generations pass, love turns into rivalry, family into factions, and duty into cruelty. Princes are born cursed, warriors are forged through exclusion, and gods intervene only when humanity fails itself. When Dharma Learned to Bleed is a grounded retelling of the Mahabharata, told not as a battle of good and evil, but as a tragedy of choices, consequences, and promises kept too long.

Wen Mang is only a history UP host. Yet every time he posts a video, the people arguing in the comments are… Liu Bei. Guan Yu. Zhang Fei. Zhao Yun. Zhuge Kongming. A mysterious light curtain descends, replaying the true fate of the Three Kingdoms—unchanged, merciless, and brutally honest. Liu Bei watches his empire collapse and asks in disbelief: “Shu Han… ended like this? And even my statue was expelled from Wuhou Shrine?” Guan Yu sees himself drowned, defeated, deified—and used. “So this is how history remembers the Martial Saint?” Zhang Fei learns his own end and falls silent for a long, long time. “Is this really… all I amounted to?” Zhao Yun witnesses seven entries and seven exits become a legend— yet still cannot save the world he fought for. And Zhuge Kongming… He doesn’t ask about victory or defeat. He asks one question only: “If such a light curtain exists— can history be rewritten?” From military formations to aircraft carriers, from grain transport to industrial warfare, modern knowledge crashes into ancient ambition. Old regrets awaken. Unfinished oaths resurface. And once the heroes understand why they lost… Will they still accept the ending history gave them? When the curtain lights up again, the Three Kingdoms are already on a different path.

Ryu Ji-Ho was nothing more than a third-rate director, trapped in the shadows of his own failures. But when fate handed him a second chance, he was reborn with an unbreakable resolve. This time, Ryu Ji-Ho wasn't just dreaming; he was building an empire. From the cutthroat Korean film industry to the dazzling lights of Hollywood, he crafted his story with a sharp vision and a courage that knew no bounds. Yet, behind the glittering façade of his career lay a dark secret, one that threatened to destroy everything he had painstakingly built. With enemies lurking around every corner, Ryu Ji-Ho was forced to confront his past and make a choice—between the intoxicating glory of success or the inevitable downfall that awaited him.

[Warning: Mature Content] On the night of a blood moon, one would advise refraining from bleeding, for the blood that touches the light of the blood moon will evoke a celestial lunar being. Who is this celestial lunar being, you ask? Well, it is, of course, a goddess. The Moon Goddess. That night, the heavens and the earth are closest to each other; so close that a mere mortal could speak to a lord of the heavens and likewise. As such, if you bleed under the crimson moon, the moon goddess will descend to the earth, barefoot. Her steps are quiet, but her presence, just as overwhelming. The night dragonflies welcome her approach, singing songs and ballads of her greatness. When she finally stops before the bleeding mortal, she wonders, "Who dares to bleed on such an auspicious occasion?" Maybe she will pity you that you are dying. So, she will ask you for your one last wish. However, it is up to her if she should grant it or simply reject it, turning you into a vengeful ghost that knows no rest for eternity to come. That is the story Haneul has heard all his life. Yet, he lay there, his last breath almost giving up on him. The moon goddess was before him now. Then he wondered, wasn't this lunar being supposed to be a goddess? Why did she sound like a man? Ah, perhaps, it was a god, after all. So, he asked for his last wish. To undo the previous sins so he would suffer less when he was reborn, to prevent karma repeat itself. Hold on...where is the part when a tree would branch out of his chest and let the color of the blossoms decide his fate? Haneul snapped open his eyes. What a strange dream it was... But, why did it feel so real? Who was that god? What is a crimson blossom? Why did he know this story that he had never heard before? Maybe.... he did. Maybe.... he's in his past life where he had sinned? Haneul wouldn't know because now, in this life... His name was Hwa Miye, the flower princess, hiding a dark secret between those slender legs, under those luxurious garments.

In an alternate 1947, as India awakens to its hard-fought independence, fate takes a radical turn. A man from the future, armed with knowledge of what lies ahead, is thrust into the role of Prime Minister. Tasked with steering a fractured and fragile nation, he must confront deep-rooted divisions, political intrigue, and international power plays, all while carrying the burden of a billion hopes on his shoulders. But beneath the urgency of nation-building lies a far greater ambition: the vision of an Akhand Bharat - united, unyielding, and destined to rise from the ashes of colonialism and chaos. As history unravels and destiny is rewritten, this is the story of bold leadership and unforgiving choices, the forging of a India, ready to command its place among the world’s great powers. PS: No liberals were harmed while making this novel. [I will also be posting this story on my Scribble Hub and P.a.t.r.e.o.n as well. P.a.t.r.e.o.n Link - patr eon.com/Knot4Sail (remove the spaces after copy pasting the link) or just search 'Knot4Sail' on patreon...whichever works Scribble Hub: Just search the novel name or my name] Discord Link: discord.gg/EfQqJ5D4C Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction that explores historical events within the context of a parallel Earth. Any similarities to real-world historical occurrences are purely coincidental and are a product of the author's imagination. The intent is to offer an alternate perspective on history and should not be construed as an accurate representation of actual events. Reader discretion is advised.

A mysterious masked woman is assigned to serve to serve as the crown prince's loyal bodyguard. Both of them are the two opposite sides of a coin. But as they grow closer, love sparks between and dangerous secrets from her past threatens to tear them apart. What is she hiding? How will it affect him? And will he ever be able to unmask and uncover all her secrets? Who knows!

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

"Austriae Est Imperare Orbi Universo" "It is Austria's destiny to rule the whole world." I have become the emperor, and i will not rest on my laurels. The future belongs to Austria! TL : From Austria to the British Empire 从奥地利到日不落帝国

In the Solara empire, heroes aren't born they are registered as assets of emperor. Branded as asset 99 , Cailan Ashford spent 5 years fighting with enemies and obeying the emperor. but with a heart filled of justice and kindness, loyalty to wrong person always ends up in death. he was executed when he didn't accepted becoming a asset of emperor. chose to go against his duties and did something which was a treason in Solara. people called him hero, royalty called him Asset. he was born as Asset but died as a hero. Executed in front of his best friend and citizens unfairly. before dying he heard his best friend saying " survive in void and return to fulfill your duties as hero.". he was erased from history. when empire fell in darkness, he came back. A hero has returned after 10 years.

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

An ordinary young man lives his life day to day, without going through any unusual experiences. He hasn't achieved anything remarkable. He has a job like any other, has a couple of close friends, but being in a similar situation, they can't go out and enjoy themselves, and he hasn't had a girlfriend. However, his life suddenly changes. He falls ill. He doesn't know if his destiny was to spend the rest of his life in a hospital, or if he would be able to recover from this illness and return to his tortuous life. But karma changes his destiny and reincarnates him in a new world, or rather, an alternate Earth. In this new world, he must start from scratch, and not just rhetorically. He must lead the village hidden in the mountains where he was reborn through a complete transformation if he wants to survive the challenges he will face in the future. Not only must he face small local villages, but he must also grow up between two great empires, only to be able to face a power greater than those lands have ever seen. The Arrival of the Colonizers. . ---- . This is a novel where the protagonist is reborn in one of the pre-Hispanic peoples, in present-day Colombia, a few years before the arrival of the Conquistadors of America. He must grow his people from a much less developed one, compared to the European powers of the time, to a kingdom capable of defending its territory from the many encounters with ships from the Atlantic. The initial development will be quite rapid and will be based on the protagonist as the leader of a new kingdom, bringing basic technologies from the future. The protagonist will have a harem, which is part of the customs of this people. In case you want to look it up, the people are called "Muiscas." I suggest using the Spanish language on Wikipedia and then translating it into your language with the translator available on your device, as the information is much more complete in this language. Also, I would like to clarify, as a curious fact, that it is thanks to this people that the legend of "El Dorado" is known. . ---- . GENRES: ACTION/ROMANCE/KINGDOM-BUILDING/HAREM/R-18/WARS/TECHNOLOGY/ANCIENT TIMES/STRATEGY/RELIGION/REINCARNATION/ADVENTURE/GENIUS/HIGHIQ/CONQUER . ---- . By the way, my native language is not English, in case you haven't noticed, and I rely on several very sophisticated translation tools (Google).

A corrupt King sits the throne. The last generation of heroes have gone extinct. The lands are as green and as promising as they ever were. The Gods watch with interest and they wait. As next the next uprising comes from the most unlikely of places. A slow burn novel.

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

Olivia Carter, a 16-year-old-girl who has been unlucky all her life, is forced to marry the fearsome Duke of Forest to save her family from ruin. A wedding without a groom, a marriage from which nothing is expected will end up surprising the ducal couple. A love filled with passion, lust, and full of amusing misunderstandings is about to begin.

What if your town's oldest secret was a lie? In the rain-soaked town of Blackwater, Elara Vance uncovers a locket that reveals her family's hidden legacy and her search awakens an ancient hunger which pulls her into a centuries-old war between two immortal brothers—Kaelan, the guardian bound by duty, and Julian, the rebel hungry for chaos. To save everyone, Elara must unravel a buried truth. But what if the only way to break the town's curse is to betray the man she's come to trust?

Lucia Conti, a brilliant but socially overlooked woman with a shrinking dowry, decides to secure her future the only way society allows by advertising for a husband and negotiating the marriage like a business contract. Count Alessandro Ferretti, a pragmatic shipping magnate in need of a capable partner to manage his neglected estate, answers. Their marriage begins as a cold, efficient bargain: separate bedrooms, shared goals, and a clear focus on producing an heir. But as Lucia proves herself indispensable. Exposing corruption, hiring a woman steward, and transforming the Ferretti estate. Respect turns into something far more dangerous. What neither of them planned for is the slow, undeniable pull between two people who finally feel understood.

Margaret Thornton’s marriage to Edward Blackwood was never meant to be romantic. It was a transaction—her father’s money in exchange for Edward’s title and the survival of his ancestral estate. Three years later, they live as near strangers, bound by obligation and mutual resentment. When Margaret’s parents arrive for an extended visit, the couple must convincingly pretend to be happily married to protect both pride and financial necessity. Forced into close proximity, old wounds resurface, and the careful distance between them begins to erode. What starts as performance slowly gives way to reluctant understanding, revealing the cost of their bitterness—and the possibility that something real may yet be built from what was never meant to be love. --- "Everything about this marriage is clinical, Edward. At least I'm honest about it." He set down his fork with deliberate care. "Very well. For one week, I shall play the part of the devoted husband. I shall touch you appropriately. I shall gaze at you with something approximating warmth. I shall lie to your parents with the same conviction I've been lying to everyone else for three years." He stood abruptly. "Is there anything else you require from your performing monkey?" Margaret's composure cracked, just slightly. "I require you to act as though I'm not the worst thing that ever happened to you." "But you are," he said softly, and there was something almost sad in his voice. "You're a constant reminder of everything I've lost. My freedom. My pride. My ability to make my own choices." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Though I suppose I'm the same for you, aren't I? A reminder that your father's money can buy anything except genuine respect."