Traduction Dusk

She was to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awakens something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

Born a Dusk Wolf—a rare and cursed breed feared by all—Raine spent eighteen years hidden away like a shameful secret.* Nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate betrayal: her own father, the powerful Gemma Anthony, auctioning her off like she was nothing. But Raine escaped. Now she’s Rowan Vale—a sharp-tongued boy attending the brutal Apex Trial Academy. Living as a boy is hard enough. Surviving heat cycles in secret? Nearly impossible. But Raine endures it all, including the cruelty of the three dominant Alphas she tries so desperately to avoid... and fails. Her plan was simply — level up, master her forbidden Dusk Wolf powers, join the Alphas' elite hunting team, and track down the one person they all want—Gemma Anthony’s runaway daughter. They just don’t know she is the girl they’re chasing so she thought. And what Raine doesn’t know? The three Alphas she’s trying to outsmart are her fated mates—men who’ve searched every corner of the world for her. Now she’s landed right in their hands. And this time... they won’t let her go Even it meant playing dumb to her games.

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.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

Regulus was once hailed as one of the heroes of humanity, tasked with stopping the rise of demons, yet he found himself dead at the hands of his squad. They sacrificed him for fame and power to the Demon God Kafka, only for the god to offer him a contract after his death, which he accepts. Reborn years later, his betrayers are now worshipped as gods on earth, leading their own societies, marking the past him as the spawn of the devil, which had to be exterminated. Now he vows to take them down, to destroy what they sacrificed him for. Not in the body of Regulus, but as Carnage Beelzebub, son of one of the seven demon dukes of kafka, yet if they find out it is not the real Carnage, his revenge would be over.

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

At the heart of a wish lies an attempt at completion, a human desire to become our true and final selves. Wishes are fuelled by regrets and are bound eternally to the past, serving as approximations of what once was. We all experience regret and nostalgia, leading us to make wishes and find despair, but can we become our true selves despite this all? That's where the story of a girl who struggles to control her desires begins... Two souls sharing the same body and memory are living in Kyoto 2031. Tang-Ji Shizukesa, a girl who's grown up in her previous life with a hardcore passion for gaming, is now a bookworm in her new life who has no interest in video games. Along with her, Kazami and Hoyeon, the three childhood friends who separated 7 years ago due to an accident, have now been reunited again in a VRMMORPG game known as Dusk Protocol. The game has a unique combat system known as "Leere," a physical manifestation of an individual soul that can be conjured into deadly weapons. As Tang-Ji navigates this virtual world, she confronts the echoes of her past and the dissonance between her former self and her present identity. How will she cope with the rediscovery of a life she thought she left behind? How will Kazami and Hoyeon react to the new Tang-Ji? In a world where reality is malleable and death is just a click of a button away, the boundaries between past and present blur, forcing everyone to grapple with the truth of who they truly are. Disclaimer: This novel contains explicit language, violence, racism, and sexual scenes. There are also scenes that deal with various traumas, from physical to emotional to mental. (THE CHARACTERS’ CIRCUMSTANCES , TRAITS, AND BELIEFS IN THIS NOVEL ARE ALL BASED ON A TRUE STORY.)

Traduction (EN)

At dusk, a young girl walks home alone. Due to upcoming exams, she has been staying late at school to study, often returning home at twilight or even in the evening. Her route home takes her through a park. As she walks through the park, she suddenly hears the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps rapidly approaching. Just as she begins to turn her head to look, before she can complete the motion, someone grabs her forcefully.

For sixteen years, Roxana Algeirs lived hidden and forgotten—until a shadow stepped out of the night. Zero, a mysterious Dusker and the foremost vampire hunter, saves her from the monsters that have hunted her all her life. Thrown into a world of ancient bloodlines and dark destinies, Roxana must face a legacy she never asked for—and a future that could consume them both. Because dusk is falling. And eternity waits for no one.

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II. This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power. This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon. --- Note: This is a good novel, but since it’s still new and I don’t have a proofreader, I’m currently relying on AI to catch errors. For now, my main focus is advancing the story, but I plan to come back later to polish the text, fix mistakes, and possibly even modify the plot if needed. I’d really appreciate it if you could leave notes on what you think should be changed or improved. Thank you! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad with the same name.

The world ended. Her life ended. But her wrath had only just begun. Seven days after the apocalypse, Aurora Dusk died. Alone. Betrayed. Used. Her beloved fiancé handed her over to monsters to save himself. Her family sacrificed her like trash to buy their own survival. And her half-sister—the girl she raised like her own—smiled as Aurora was devoured. But the apocalypse gave her a gift. The moment she died, something awakened. A system. A curse. A second chance. Now, she’s back—seven days before doomsday. And this time… she’s the predator. She has seven days to prepare. Seven days to sever the leeches feeding off her. Seven days to slap every fake face with the truth. Seven days before the sky falls, the cities burn, and monsters feast on the living. She won’t beg. She won’t cry. She won’t save anyone who turned their back on her. This time, she survives. She slays. She rules. And those who once thought her weak? They’ll kneel before the Queen of the End. --- Romance? Only if he bleeds for her. Family? Only if they deserve to live. Mercy? She buried that with her corpse. Let the apocalypse begin.

Theadræll remains quietly apart from time, watching centuries pass without her. Her life is measured not in moments, but in memories—in echoes of places now lost, and faces long faded. She writes, not to preserve herself, but to gently honor what once was. These pages are fragments of stillness and longing, meant for those who understand that true stories rarely shout. An intimate reflection on eternity, solitude, and the quiet beauty hidden within memory.

[Content Warning: This novel contains intense fight scenes, realistic violence, blood, emotional trauma, and survival themes. Not recommended for readers under 12. Parents, read with caution.] Jessy Grey, known as Smelly, is an orphan who works fish markets by dawn and waits tables by dusk, and is desperate to keep his sister alive. When a mysterious billionaire drags him into a deadly job trial, Jessy finds himself in a brutal cage where each mission could be his last. Just one kid versus a world that won’t give him a break… but every underdog has a breaking point. This is real. This is raw. This is Jessy’s fight.

Lucian Grayson, a reluctant engineering student with dreams of becoming a pro gamer, is no stranger to stress and deadlines. But when a mysterious third door appears in his apartment during a stormy night, his world flips upside down—literally. Pulled into a medieval realm of robed summoners, a ruthless knight, and a botched ritual, Lucian dies... or so he thinks. Revived as a weightless soul with a game-like system floating before his eyes, Lucian must navigate a world where he’s neither hero nor villain, but something else entirely.Can Lucian unravel the secrets of his new existence and survive a realm that fears him? A thrilling blend of isekai, mystery, and supernatural adventure,Soulbound Defiant will keep you hooked as Lucian defies death itself to forge his own path.

Alex’s life is a storm of despair—no money, no love, no future. Orphaned and ignored, he dreams of a miracle to escape his mundane existence. But when a brutal accident sends him to a vibrant fantasy world, he awakens as Levi Graves, gifted with a System and a new chance at life. In a realm of deadly beasts, powerful guilds, and beauties, Levi’s journey becomes a thrilling mix of action and adventure. Will he conquer this world , or will his past drag him back to despair? Dive into an action-packed isekai adventure where every choice is a step toward power—or ruin. (This story contains fictional mythology unique to the story.)

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The nascent Chaos had just been carved out, and the barren void welcomed the souls from the Otherworld. As the first soul in the Chaos World, Laine automatically became the God of Spirituality. However, divine power stems from Divine Power, and the existence of spirituality was insignificant; thus, the newly born Laine was extremely weak. With no other choice, to avoid being overturned by the torrents of fate, Laine had to rely on himself. He carved out realms, and birthed lives belonging solely to spirituality. He created sequences, scattering the steps to deification. He wove the Magic Net, enveloping the sky, the oceans, and the land. When the bell of dusk sounded, I raised my divine seat and proclaimed to all beings from the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm: There are two facets to the world, the material and the spiritual. The material belongs to the gods, and the spiritual belongs to me, such is the ultimate truth of all things.

Elena Jackson’s life is perfect. Or at least, that’s what everyone believes. Loving parents, a doting boyfriend, and a full scholarship to college—on the surface, she has it all. But for the past two years, haunting visions have plagued her, demanding to be drawn, their meaning just out of reach. When a chilling new image—a dead figure and a stranger calling her name—shakes her to the core, she can no longer ignore the cracks in her world. Her parents control her future. Her boyfriend pushes her boundaries. Her best friends have grown distant. And after an argument with her boyfriend, everything feels like it’s falling apart. Then, out of the blue, her friends invite her to Club Dusk. A chance to let go, to escape, to forget. But the moment she steps inside, she is drawn into something far darker than she could ever imagine. The club is no ordinary nightlife hotspot—it’s a hunting ground for vampires. And at the centre of it all is the enigmatic Darien Varcolac and his cold, commanding sister, Valda. What was meant to be a provocative night of fun quickly spirals into chaos. Because Elena has stumbled into a world she was never meant to see. And once the darkness has its grip on her, there’s no turning back...

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---

In a hidden realm where night rules and blood remembers, a forgotten heir awakens... For five thousand years, the Kingdom of Dusk and Fang has thrived in secret—ruled by immortal kings, guarded by fierce werewolf packs and noble vampire clans. Bound by ancient law and shadowed by prophecy, this world stands on the edge of change. Caelan Duskwither is just a college student. Or so he believes. Placed in an orphanage as a child and haunted by dreams of fangs, moons, and thrones, he’s about to discover the truth: his blood is not human alone. He is the last descendant of a divine lineage thought long dead—a living echo of a prophecy whispered by monsters and gods. As two ancient kings stir from their silence, and hunters from both realms begin to move, Caelan’s ordinary life fractures. The pendant he wears begins to glow. The world around him begins to break. And soon, he will be forced to make a choice: remain in the world he knows… or step into the Kingdom of Dusk and Fang, where his fate awaits and nothing is what it seems. A legacy forgotten. A realm divided. A bloodline that could save or shatter them all.

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.

After school, at dusk in the classroom, the total delinquent Shinjo suddenly said to me. "Let me do it with you for 2000 yen." I thought about it for a bit, then decided to become a prostitute (bitch).

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

“It’s okay. Even if we decay, the words will live on.” In the literature club room at dusk, Kana and her friends work on their magazine. But a curse lurking in the room ensnares them. Possessed by a story, Kana’s naked body becomes a canvas for black ink words. Her friends, desperate to save her, try to wash the curse away in the starlit waters of the school’s pool at night.

The Crystal of Dusk An orphan boy. A forbidden crystal. A prophecy that could reshape the world. In the misty village of Thornmere, Elion has always felt… different. Haunted by visions and voices only he can hear, he discovers a glowing blue crystal that unlocks memories of a world long forgotten — a world of shadow, fire, and ancient power. When dark strangers come hunting for him, Elion is saved by Kaelira, a warrior of the Watchers — protectors of balance between realms. She reveals a chilling truth: Elion is the Child of Dusk, a soul bound to both light and shadow, destined to awaken the Seven Shards of a shattered crystal. To claim his power, Elion must journey across cursed lands, confront spirit guardians, and face the burning secrets of his past. But the deeper he goes, the more the stars begin to vanish… and something old begins to wake. “When the Child of Dusk rises, the world will either burn… or be reborn.” Perfect for fans of: Shadow and Bone Eragon The Witcher Epic journeys, secret prophecies, and character-driven fantasy

There are no declarations here. No love letters. No moments where the world stops and music swells. Just two people—Bakha and Jungkook—drawn to each other like shadows at dusk, always almost touching, always almost speaking. They’ve never really met, and yet they know each other in a way that defies logic. Like dreamers recognizing each other in a crowd, like strangers who remember the same ache. Bakha lives inside her head—quiet, watching, always wondering if she’s too much or never enough. Jungkook exists in that same weightless space, laughing with others while something inside him stays untouched. He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t need to. With her, silence feels like conversation. There’s something about the way they linger near each other in the pages of life—as if fate tied their names together and forgot to give them instructions. School, family, responsibilities—they all move around them like noise. But the real story is in the pauses. The moments where their eyes meet and the world seems to hesitate, unsure whether to continue or stay suspended in that fragile closeness. Love doesn’t shout here. It waits in hallways. It hides in shared glances. It aches when she thinks of him at night, when he wonders if she ever knew. It’s the kind of love that doesn't need to happen to exist. The kind that stays, quietly, even when they walk away. This is not a story of falling in love. It’s a story of already being there— and trying to live with everything that love cannot say out loud.