Fantasy

Gu Jinmian both loved and hated the great god author He Bujin. There would always be a male supporting character that poked his heart in his works, but the author always ab*sed his favorite male supporting character for the sake of his protagonist. In the latest update, Eldest Young Master Gu spent millions trying to make the author treat his favorite character better. However, the author wrote the male supporting character dead. Later, Gu Jinmian unexpectedly transmigrated into the book with darkened eyes and became a powerful man. Since forcing the dog author to be good to his favorite character didn’t work out, then he’ll do it himself. However, there seems to be something wrong with this beautiful man that never gives in to his fate. He handed in the resources himself, yet the male supporting character didn’t even lift his eyelids. He looked like he’d rather rot in a corner and be a salted fish. He robbed the main character’s resources for him, yet the male “salted fish” supporting character returned it to the protagonist and was even hurt and bitten by the protagonist in the process. Gu Jinmian was shocked and heartbroken. This must be because of the dog author He Bujin, he shouted: “Curse you He Bujin!!” The male supporting character lifted his eyelids, “Who are you scolding?” “It’s because of that He Bujin! It’s this dog that has caused you so much misery. I will definitely put him in a sack!” The male supporting character showed a sullen smile, eyes bright and dark, “Oh?” ****** He Bujin spent all his life being miserable, gloomy and violent. After he settled down in a high position, he wrote his own experience into several books like self ab*se. The supporting role with his own shadow in the book–the more sympathy others gave him–the more miserable he was and the more ruthless he wrote. Destiny made a mockery of him and made him transmigrate as the man inside the book to experience misery again. However, an asteroid accidentally fell into the gray and depressing book, rushed into his life without reason, and drilled into his arms with light and heat. That person took his hand and a tear fell on the wound on his palm, “Don’t hurt yourself, okay?” He Bujin just stared at him, with dark eyes and a tight throat, “Okay.”

After being banished with nothing but the clothes on her back from the convent she grew up in, Helena finds a job in an eerie mansion with strange rules that bind her there indefinitely. Still haunted by the ghosts of her past and the scars of trauma, she clings to routine, asking for nothing more than a place to survive the winter. But the mansion is far from ordinary. Despite the servants’ kindness, something about it feels like a coffin frozen in time. Screams echo through the night. The scent of blood lingers in the halls. The lord of the house keeps to himself behind locked doors. But when he appears, drawn by the sound of her piano, he looks at her with something deeper than curiosity. Hunger. As Helena spends her days dawdling in the library, tracing melodies on the old piano, she feels the walls watching her like a beast ready to pounce. Yet Helena doesn’t fear the man they call a monster, or even the threat of being swallowed whole by darkness—what she fears is the awakening of something she’s been trying to bury away before it takes the little peace and freedom she has found. ❧༻༺❁༻༺☙ A low fantasy, gothic story set in an alternative era. A slow-burn, obsessive “who-did-this-to-you” romance wrapped in psychological horror, tender dread, and mature themes of trauma, hunger, and autonomy. For readers who crave stories where broken girls meet dangerous men, and somehow, in the grave between obsession and care, they learn again what it means to feel alive. THIS STORY CONTAINS themes that might be troubling to some readers, including, but not limited to, depictions of and references to childhood abuse, psychological & physical, recollected; emotional manipulation, grief, PTSD, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, attempted sexual assault (past, recollected), death of a character, obsessive behavior, emotional fixation between main characters, blood, gore, torture. Please be mindful of this and other triggers.

The Hero Andert. A great swordsman who ended the great war by sacrificing himself. One of the rare heroes… But he was actually a woman disguised as her dead younger brother. That was me. But... "Huh?" Did I just come back to life four years after my death? All I had was my body, so there was only one way to survive. Becoming a maid. “You’ve never worked as a maid before this, so what have you been doing all this time?” “Jobless.” “What motivated you to apply for this job?” “Money.” “What kind of mansion would you like to work in?” “A mansion that is so hard to work in and so nasty that we don’t even know if it’ll be cleaned if we both work and die.” “What kind of employer do you want?” “A vicious employer that terrorizes their employees.” That way I won’t get laid off since I’m the only one you can work with. “…” The interviewer looked at me like I was crazy. --- Here, I will start anew. Not as the Hero Andert or my deceased little brother. But as the maid Daisy.

Two things guide an adventurer's life," Paul Greyrat used to say. "The edge of his sword and the curve of a woman." And by the gods, he had just found the most perfect curve on the entire continent. [Author's Note] What you'll find: Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship - (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia, Mushoku Tensei, or any of their characters, settings, or related intellectual properties. All rights belong to their respective creators, Kohei Horikoshi and Rifujin na Magonote, as well as their publishers and affiliates. This fanfiction is a non-profit work created solely for entertainment purposes. Patreon.com/shurazero

Princess Thalia's life is a gilded cage, a relentless performance of courtly grace masking a chilling secret: she's a half-elf. For years, she's endured her father, King Zylair's, cold indifference and the predatory disdain of his advisor, Blair. But when a cataclysmic attack on her city tears through her reality, Thalia finds herself resurrected a year in the past, burdened with the terrifying knowledge of a future consumed by darkness. Accused of a crime she didn't commit, Thalia is thrown into the palace dungeons. There, she discovers Cassius, a centuries-old elf imprisoned and cursed, whose piercing blue eyes see not a useless princess, but a soul aflame with untapped power. With Cassius as her guide, Thalia begins to awaken her latent magic, confronting the brutal reality of her father's monstrous ambitions and the deadly secrets hidden within the palace walls. But as Thalia and Cassius navigate a treacherous court riddled with spies and assassins, they uncover a conspiracy that reaches far beyond the throne room—a plot to unleash an ancient evil that could shatter all realms. With time running out, Thalia must master her newfound abilities, navigate complex alliances, and confront the truth of her own lineage, all while staying one step ahead of those who would see her, and the world, destroyed. Can an exiled princess and a cursed elf defy a predetermined fate, or will their desperate fight against the encroaching darkness be in vain? NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Hey everyone! Just a quick note on how chapter releases work. I'll be posting new free chapters every Monday through Wednesday for all to enjoy. If you're eager to read ahead, you can purchase early access to future chapters. It's a great way to support the novel, and don't worry—every chapter will eventually become free over time. Your support makes this story possible. I hope you enjoy the journey!

What if the Legendary Hero of Hyrule ended up being a handmaiden and not a boy from the countryside? How would the story be different if Zelda was not captured or otherwise out of the picture, but instead worked alongside the prophesied hero to save the day? This story is a brand-new adventure that takes place in a unique Hyrule. One filled with sinister plots, new dungeons, a different cast of characters (both good and evil), and novel powers to help our heroes save the world! No knowledge of any previous games is required!

In a world where MegaFauna crawl through interdimensional Gates and Cities run on ancient steam engines, chaos and (not so great) comedy collide in Past Life Hunter-a wild, genre-bending epic where nothing is sacred, everything is extra, and EVERY trope gets 'lovingly' mentioned. Enter Delphina de Velasques, knight elite, Ducal Lady, full-time Hunter, and of course, the Otome Villainess. Accompanied by a chaotic party, including a mysterious man who emerged safely from one of the Gates. Delphina will battle immense monstrosities, navigate dysfunctional Guild (and Noble) politics, and endure side-quests to survive the system’s BS and maybe, save the world in the process. Equal parts parody and homage, Past Life Hunter is a love letter to webnovel readers who want action, magic, and just the right amount of emotional damage (and murder). Warning: Contains strong female leads, weak men who learn, heavy & potentially triggering topics (tagged at the start of every chapter). Read responsibly. Feel free to support me further and receive hidden benefits on both Patreon & Kofi (BubbleTea93).

“You made me miserable.” My husband, Carlothian, loved the saint of the empire. After the ugly jealousy, what remained was the stigma of cursing the saint. It happened when I gave up everything after so much regret. “So the body I’m possessing is the villainess of the century who cursed the saint?” Oh come on, Not me. A singer who lost their voice in a car accident, ‘I,’ opened my eyes. With a body that could no longer sing, I intended to die just like that. “I won’t let you die.” My husband, who once loved the saint, is acting strange. Why now? I am not Ariadeline who was drowning in love. “What on earth are you thinking?” “I’m thinking of making you love me again.” Unlike my confused self, Carlothian smiled. “You already loved me once.” Since you already loved me once, won’t loving me twice be easier? The teary sound filled the room thickly.

Cha Seo-yeong transmigrated into the novel she had been reading just before her death, landing inside the body of Elphie, a cannon fodder set to die. The original novel revolved around the main character Ariadne, a holy mother type of figure, who captured the attention of two male leads—the Crown Prince and the Northern Duke. Despite all these settings, the novel ended in the death of all characters and the fall of the kingdom. Now, the story begins anew, starting with the awakening in a new body. Seven months remain until the end of the original novel... what choices will Elphie make to survive? This is just another rofan story.

She possessed Daphne, the evil woman who died while obsessing over her fiancée. After all, she drank poison after being informed of the breakup but came back to life. 'I can't give up, let's live first and see what happens!' She urgently concocted an antidote for the pain in her throat and it turned out to be strangely effective? Moreover, it tasted good? After possessing Daphne, she stumbled upon a fantastic business idea. Screw the original and throw it away, she was going to live a comfortable life in a faraway place, but-- "Watch where you're going! Witch, do you have eyes?" "W-Who doesn't have eyes?" Pretending to hate Daphne on the surface, in reality, he liked her more than anyone else. She became a hero after saving two twin cousins from a crisis. "Thank you. As an outsider, I'm truly grateful." "If you don't mind... can you bless our child?" "You should have a proper land to do business." "I've made a rare good choice, so I'll give my blessing as the head of the family." By some twist of fate, even the reserved and awkward family members ended up sobbing, and they managed to mend their strained relationship. Though... "It's strange. When I'm with you, the world doesn't seem so bad." Luciel, the Grand Duke who had become her business partner, was so naive that she worried about his capabilities. "There's delicious food right in front of you, so why do you insist on eating something so bitter?" Wearing a beautiful disguise as if it were nothing and sweetly coaxing me, the Grand Duke, who was frail yet full of charm and kindness, was actually the villain all along.

Kael was summoned and slaved by the heroine of the story in a world where the majority are women. With his help alongside other "maniacs", she's going to kill the "Empress of Demons," or at least that's what he thinks. But his goal - get away from them and to survive as much as she can. First Novel - ESL

The demon Ning Buwei was haughty and arrogant. With the Suzaku Sword drinking blood in the seventeen states. Everyone in the cultivation world was extremely terrified. The Chongzheng Alliance of 120 sects lay a siege, but rather than being defeated, he fell into the Endless River and disappeared. He woke up by the river, his Suzaku Sword shattered, his cultivation lost, and had an infant in his arms that was crying in hunger. Ning Buwei was born heartless and having no care of the world, he was about to throw it backhandedly, only to find out that this child was connected to his own blood and was truly his own son. The expression on the face of the great demon cracked. After narrowly escaping death, the once formidable demon was busy restoring his cultivation, repairing his precious sword, and…anxiously raising his son. His son was born with a golden core, but why should he cry or pee, and when he gets angry, a small foot can push his father, who has lost all his cultivation, three zhang away. The demon has had enough of the hard days of feeding rice paste and changing diapers every day all his life. By chance, he saw the mother’s figure in his son’s sea of consciousness – with a long, slim and graceful body as beautiful as a celestial being. Ning Buwei was sure that she must be very good at changing diapers. Then Ning Buwei, with a changed appearance, carried his son who was wetting the bed every day, entered the sect where the child’s mother was, and sent the child a thousand miles away. The taoist number one Wu Shi Sect’s Grand Master Uncle, Chu Jun, was in seclusion for five hundred years. As soon as he left, he was blocked at the entrance of the cave. Ning Buwei held his son and looked at the cold beauty in front of him who had no cultivation except for his beauty, his expression cracked once again. The child’s mother is a man. And it seems he doesn’t know how to change diapers at all. (Priority) Chu Jun looked at the young disciple in front of him, who had low cultivation, orphaned and helpless. Before he could speak, he was stuffed with a fat child in his arms. “Your son, “Chu Jun said his first sentence in five hundred years. “No, it’s your son.” Ning Buwei was resolute in answering. Later on. Ning Buwei: This child’s father has nothing but beauty. Chu Jun: This child’s father is useless except for being able to eat.

For Lyra, the alchemist, a life spent on the run had finally found a fragile pause in the quiet town of Riverwood. Each day offered a hard-won peace she’d almost dared to embrace. But one ink-black night, while toiling in her workshop, that delicate tranquility shattered. Whispers slithered through Riverwood, tales of Shadowveil’s dark influence seeping into places it shouldn't. Reluctantly, Lyra felt the familiar pull of a life she’d desperately tried to outrun, the world of secrets and danger beckoning once more. Driven by a desperate need for answers, she sought the veiled knowledge of the information guild, only to find her path unexpectedly entwined with Noctis, the town’s stoic duke and commander. His demeanor radiated a quiet strength, hinting at both resilience and an unspoken burden. His commands were imbued with a deep-seated protectiveness that subtly enveloped those now under his charge. Alongside Noctis, Lyra journeyed with a disparate group: Finnian, the gentle scholar, whose mind held a treasure trove of forgotten lore, yet whose vast knowledge was shadowed by a personal history etched in quiet melancholy; Liora, the agile healer, whose touch mended grievous wounds but whose compassionate gaze concealed hidden depths and fierce loyalties; and Adrix, the enigmatic magic user, whose potent charm often masked intentions as intricate as the spells he wove. Their objective remained shrouded in secrecy, the air thick with unspoken threats, the recent devastation of Glens Crossing a stark and terrifying testament to the Shadowveil’s destructive power and the perilous stakes of their unknown quest. Amidst the mounting tension of their shared journey and the constant threat of discovery, an unexpected connection ignited between Lyra and a companion. This potential romance was a perilous gamble, a flickering flame that could either illuminate their path against the encroaching shadows or become a blinding distraction.

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Lian, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Lian optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional, but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

What do you get when you cross a light-bending assassin, a broke teenager who can repair machinery by talking to it, a pack of dimension-hopping tourists, and a seagull with an existential crisis? You get Soda Crash: The Path of the Unseen. One cosmic accident is all it takes to throw them all into a world where the locals fly on swords, settle legal disputes with color-changing worms, and consider anyone with blond hair a ‘Northern Barbarian.’ Now, this unlikely crew must navigate ancient sects, power-hungry cultivators, and the very real possibility that their best survival tool is a Swiss Army knife with a ‘detect bad vibes’ function. Forget heroes and villains. This is a story about survival, absurdity, and the universal truth that no matter which universe you’re in, bureaucracy is always a nightmare and there’s never a good time to run out of coffee

Born in a world where mana defines everything — power, status, even existence — Aizen Caelmir was born with none. Labeled a failure, ignored by his noble family, and discarded by society… he should’ve been broken. But the world forgot one thing: Not all power comes from mana. Enrolled in the elite Zenrai Academy, Aizen must navigate elemental exams, rival prodigies, masked cults, ancient bloodlines, and a growing darkness that no one sees coming. Between cold rivals, stormborn queens, and friends with secrets of their own — his journey has just begun. He’s not here to prove himself. He’s here to break the system.