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A Vow of Vengeance and Silk

On the morning of her wedding, Lady Seraphine Vaelis stands before the court in a gown of ivory silk, her hands steady despite the poison vials hidden in her sleeves. She has spent her life preparing for this moment, not as a blushing bride, but as a noblewoman raised on the art of subtle vengeance. Yet nothing could prepare her for the sight of her sister’s handkerchief, stained with Prince Tristan’s crest, fluttering to the marble floor at her feet. The betrayal is public. Brutal. Tristan doesn’t just reject her, he brands her a traitor, his smile sharp as the dagger he once gifted her. The guards drag her away as the court watches, her sister’s laughter following her into the dungeons. That night, a stranger emerges from the shadows of her cell. Prince Kaelan Dain, the exiled heir of the Thorn Court, offers her a choice: "Die a traitor, or live long enough to watch them burn." Seraphine chooses fire. Disguised as Kaelan’s bride, Seraphine enters the Thorn Court, a gilded nightmare of stitched lips and black roses. The courtiers smile with pearl-white teeth, their eyes hollow. The queen’s advisors never speak, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. And Kaelan? He wears gloves at all times, hiding scars that glow like dying embers. Seraphine learns the hard way that the crown is no mere ornament, it’s a living thing, a parasitic horror that has consumed generations of royal heirs. It whispers. It hungers. And it has chosen her as its next vessel. But the crown isn’t the only monster in the court. Queen Lysara, who treats people like embroidery, something to stitch into pretty patterns or cut away when they fray. The Silent Blades, assassins with too many teeth and shadows that don’t move right. The First Daughter, a failed heir locked in the catacombs, her stretched face a grotesque mirror of Seraphine’s own. And Kaelan? He’s hiding something. Something that makes his hands shake when he thinks she isn’t looking. The deeper Seraphine digs, the uglier the truth becomes. Her engagement to Tristan was never about politics. She was bred for this, raised to be the perfect vessel for the crown. Kaelan isn’t just an exile. He’s the crown’s last surviving heir, fighting its influence day by day. The Thorn Court isn’t a kingdom. It’s a feeding ground. When the queen forces Seraphine to witness an "ascension" a living prince transformed into a hollow-eyed puppet, she realizes the crown doesn’t just want her body. It wants her rage. And her winnings. Seraphine’s skin cracks with emerald veins as the crown’s whispers grow louder. Tristan’s head on a spike, Kaelan kneeling at her feet, the kingdom hers for the taking. The only thing keeping her grounded? Kaelan’s scars, the ones that match hers. The garden’s heart holds the crown’s lifeblood, a pool of liquid darkness. To kill the crown, Seraphine must corrupt its source. But the cost? Becoming part of it. She plunges Pip’s dagger into the black water… and lets the void take shape. The Thorn Court collapses in on itself, its gilded halls now tombs. Seraphine emerges changed, her eyes flecked with black, her touch freezing. The crown is gone, but something lingers beneath her skin. Kaelan’s scars still glow. The roots run deeper than they thought. And in the ruins, something stirs… This isn’t a story about good versus evil. it is about what happens when the knife you wield against monsters start to feel like part your hand. And what will you sacrifice to keep it there.
Favyrytes · 11.4K Views

Evergrace: Bound by Silk and Steel

In a world where technology has redefined humanity, the Evergrace twins aren’t just heirs to an empire—they are its most dangerous creation. Born into a dynasty that controls breakthroughs beyond government comprehension, Ren and Yui Evergrace are the perfect heirs: brilliant, beautiful, and engineered to be unstoppable. Enhanced with forbidden biotech, quantum-linked neural implants, and self-replicating nanites, they are more than human—they are the next evolution. But their bond is their most powerful weapon. Yui, the gentle sister who never raises her voice, can kill with a whisper. Her tears dissolve flesh. Her touch rewires minds. And her love for Ren is the only law she obeys. Ren, the charismatic heir who could have anything, wants only one thing: to protect the twisted devotion that defines them. He knows what Yui is—what their family made her—and he has never feared her. Only the world that would try to take her away. When corporate rivals, intelligence agencies, and even their own family begin to question the twins’ loyalty, the Evergrace estate becomes a battlefield of autonomous drones, memory-altering fields, and synthetic plagues. But the true threat isn’t the enemies outside their walls—it’s the fracture growing between them. As Yui’s control over her bioweapons wavers and Ren’s hunger for power grows, they must decide: Will they rule together? Or will the love that made them unstoppable become the flaw that destroys them? — A dark, high-tech gothic tale of twisted devotion, cutting-edge science, and the price of immortality. (Think "Succession" meets "Annihilation," with the psychological tension of "Gone Girl" and the biopunk aesthetic of "Deus Ex.")
MishaTetsurin · 7.7K Views

Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.
Violet_Melody99 · 229.8K Views

Crown of Ash and Bonds: The Rise of the Flamebearer

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.
Moonlit_Quill · 13.3K Views

Ripples of the Rhône

Set in early 1990s Lyon, Ripples of the Rhône follows Lydia Shaw, an 18-year-old orphan racing to her Baccalauréat finals when she witnesses a stroller plunging into the churning Rhône River. Her split-second decision to rescue the drowning mother and child costs precious exam time – until a documentary crew captures the act, convincing strict Professor Laurent to admit her moments before deadline. The heroic deed earns Lydia a spot on Riverside Stories, Lyon’s beloved TV series, where she earns her first paycheck and collides with Gavin Sterling – the artistic rebel she’s secretly sketched in her notebooks for years. Their summer blossoms amid Lyon’s traboule courtyards: Gavin teaching her to trace Renaissance frescoes, Lydia grounding his restless spirit. But when both win scholarships to Sorbonne University, Gavin vanishes overnight with only a tainted farewell: "Family obligations require my absence. Do not wait." Five years later, Lydia’s drowning in medical debts from her grandmother’s illness. Desperate, she agrees to Jonathan Chase’s contract marriage proposal: two years of staged matrimony in exchange for covered hospice care. As she signs the papers in his penthouse office, the elevator opens to reveal Gavin – now a razor-sharp executive in Tom Ford silk, scanning her thrift-store dress like a forgotten museum piece. When Jonathan’s pen touches the contract, Gavin slams his palm on the document, eyes blazing: "A marriage of convenience? Darling, I’m the only candidate qualified to ruin you properly.
DaoistQY9ye9 · 4K Views
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