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[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!" ______________________ This book will lean toward dark romance, but there will be no r@pe. This author doesn't like glorifying SA as romance. I am trying first time for CQ, so please support this book with power stones and by adding it to your library. Your support is immensely needed! \⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠/
Kuroitsuki · 165.2K Views

Rise To Stardom

Orphaned in the old world after taking care of his irresponsible and sick mother for years on end, Kyle finds his life turned upside down. His already dim world turns even gloomier and coupled with his trauma from losing her, Kyle felt like he had lost his purpose in life. Living day by day, akin to a soulless puppet, he struggled to keep his suicidal thoughts in check, all whilst trying to make ends meet as a cabbie. During those dark times, Kyle slowly begins to find solace in the world of music and movies. Even though it had always been there, it truly became something as a bloodline of sorts for him because, individually, both pieces of media, transported him to another world, one where he could feel happy, if even for a fleeting moment. And, as if the universe wanted even more for him, Kyle met some lovely old people, all of whom treated him as the son they never had, making him feel like he had a family after so long. This eventually, helped him let go of his trauma and turned him into the lovely soul he was always meant to be. But as fate would have it, these same people, wanted for Kyle to pursue his dreams because they saw the potential for greatness in him and the wonderous things he could go on to do, even if Kyle himself was oblivious to it. So, in an effort to make his dreams come true, they ended up gifting him a brand new chance, one that Kyle himself would only go on to realize after his untimely death in a fatal car accident. Now awake in the new world, still orphaned but with a brighter perspective on life, Kyle, armed with a System, another gift from his loved ones in the previous world, decides to take the chance to pursue his dreams of being a star, one that he was unable to pursue in his previous life due to his lack of talent. This is the story of a man who will go on to become the most versatile and renowned superstar all over the world... and it starts, just as he takes his first step into the cutthroat world of fame and fortune by registering for the popular singing reality TV competition, 'Rising Voices'. Known to be a fiercely competitive TV show, Kyle will meet with top contestants from around the world, go up against them, level up and become better, and ultimately, battle with them for the number one spot in the show as a dark horse! --- |AUTHOR NOTE| Just wanted to make it clear, that the singing competition which will be the first arc of the novel, will end around the late twenty-ish or early thirty-ish chapters. After that, you can expect so much more from the story so look forward to it! Also, although the setting is in a parallel world, all the songs, scripts and movies (although I will draw inspiration here and there), will be originals penned by yours truly (-‿◦).
Caeruleum_ · 1.9M Views

Phoenix's fated half

Because of her ancestors, Mi Rong’s lineage has been cursed. She was born a princess, but neither was she saved from it. Like a ripple effect, her family line must atone for their actions. On every 100th full moon, a candidate is chosen to finish a mission. Being the chosen one, Mi Rong must finish her task sent by the heavens. She was sent to modern time with a sidekick wolf that had many hidden secrets beneath his paws. He was one of a kind, a spiritual beast from way before Mi Rong was born. As Mi Rong works her way in this modern world, she crosses path with a cold-hearted young man, Feng Jun Kai. Jun Kai was once a well-known superstar but abruptly retired when he had lost his wife in an accident, leaving his heart shut away from others. What was thought to be an accident turned out to be an intentional act by someone behind the scenes. Henceforth, he seeks for the culprit that lurks in the darkness. He returns back to his family business roots where he returns as the infamous young master Feng. Mi Rong’s only clue to her mission was to find a spellbook. While searching she establishes a company, the Xuan Group, selling ancient goods which later becomes one of the most influential underdogs in the business world. The group became known to the world, but very little was known of them, especially the mysterious leader of the pack. As Jun Kai seeks for his answers and Mi Rong goes through her trial in the open, an undercurrent stirs roughly beneath them. Although two with different goals, both collide in the same paths as the string of fate leads them to meet. Entering his cold rigid heart was as dimmed as the dark side of the moon, but an ending to the twisted connection had to be made. In the end, what was to come all fell on her choices... ... Jun Kai did not let her run away from him any longer and forcefully pulled her in. His hands then quickly pulled the mask away from her face. Mi Rong was not ready for Jun Kai's sudden move and was unable to stop him. The black cloth that was wrapped around as her mask was pulled off, revealing her face beneath it. The cloth flew away along with the wind. Jun Kai's eyes widened. It was a blow to Jun Kai. He was taken aback with shock. Different kinds of emotion were rushing inside him. It was stirring up all at once like a hurricane. No words could describe how he was feeling. His hand slowly reached out to the face he had known all along, "Why?" Jun Kai's voice began choking up and could speak no more. It was her all along?
cha_cha · 1.6M Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 7.5K Views

Game of lust: Crown Prince's maid

[WARNING: SLOW BURN] Alora decides to be the first one to use the time machine, but what she doesn't know is that her life is going to be changed for the better, or is it? She was living a happy life with her friends and other important figures in her life. Life seemed normal. Two pretty and supporting besties who are ready to sacrifice their lives for her. Their parents love her as their own. The perfect employer who loves her like her grandchild. A bunch of crazy professors. But everything changes one day, doesn't it? [Volume one] "What are you both doing in my library?" A deep voice echoed in the library. For a second, Alora thought that the birds stopped chirping and the lights dimmed down. She started feeling cold in the presence of the crown prince yet a tint of warmth always stayed there. He gave her mixed feelings. She wasn't scared of him, but she wasn't the most comfortable around him either, yet she wasn't uncomfortable too. He looked so cold, scaring her yet she wasn't scared. A tint of warmth around him always stayed making the bottom of her belly fill up with warmth. She wants to do nothing with him yet at the same time, she wants to taste his irritated, defeated flavor on her tongue. She wants to run away from him, from the feelings he was making her feel yet at the same time, she wants to break the walls that he has built around himself. His eyes weren't shiny and full of life, they were rather cold and dead. Opposite of the first prince who looked full of life. The crown prince was like a devil. He was devilishly handsome, cold yet soothing like music, and seductive as a seducer. All of these without even trying to. - "Stop me before I end up doing something we both will regret," his breath falls on her lips. "We both are already burning. What worse can happen?" He had everything under his control, his power and emotions. Then, she came along. An average-looking girl who was a mixture of mature and childish. His constant blank look started bothering her. She wanted to get under his skin to pass her time, but what she didn't know was that she was playing with the thunderstorm. But she was ready to get burned. [Volume two] "Why are you doing this to me? I know you love me, and you know I love you, so why?" "Love isn't always enough. Move on. I don't love you anymore." With this, he broke her and his heart. - "The writers were wrong when they wrote; he's haIf of my soul for he can never be haIf of my soul because he's my soul. He's the one who fills me up with joy, the reason behind my childlike giggles, my rainbow after a heavy shower, my love." " I loved you,I love you and I am always going to love you. But I will never take you back." "I wish I could take away your pain and die a hundred deaths before let pain touch you again but how big of a coward I am for thinking like this when I am the reason behind your pain." The book is set in both historical and modern eras. Discord: modestbaddie#4732 The picture doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the rightful owner. I just edited it.
modestbaddie · 585.3K Views

Heavens splitting sword

In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Orion Yamahiro, the son of a legendary Dragon Slayer and a renounced Oni princess, is born with powers that could change the fate of nations. Blessed—or cursed—with mastery over the six elemental forces of magic, Orion's journey begins in the quiet village of his childhood, where dreams of peace clash with the reality of his extraordinary destiny. Orion’s idyllic life is shattered when remnants of the Continental War resurface, bringing ancient enemies and unspoken truths to his doorstep. As the shadow of war looms, he is thrust into a web of political intrigue, ancient rivalries, and dark prophecies. Guided by the legacy of his parents and a moral compass that refuses to dim, Orion sets out to uncover the mysteries of his lineage and his connection to the world’s fragile balance of power. As he traverses the lands—from the serene forests of Lindle to the icy peaks of the Luminous Kingdom and the vast plains of the Imperium—Orion encounters allies and adversaries, including the enigmatic White Witch of Calamity, a woman tied to his family’s past, and a host of spirits and demons drawn to his burgeoning power. Along the way, he hones his abilities, discovers the cost of wielding such immense power, and faces the harrowing truth about his role in an age-old conflict that threatens to consume the world. Haunted by the weight of his ancestors' choices and the shadows of his own mistakes, Orion must forge his path through a landscape rife with betrayal and sacrifice. As kingdoms vie for control and ancient forces awaken, he becomes the key to either uniting the fractured world or plunging it into an era of despair. With the Demonic Eye’s curse granting him both unimaginable power and a dangerous price to pay, Orion learns that true strength lies not in dominance, but in compassion and understanding. But as his journey brings him closer to the heart of the conflict, he must confront a harrowing choice: to wield his power to save the world or to sacrifice everything to protect those he loves.
shadow_templar · 1K Views

Regrets of my life

My first book is out- Dusk Veiled Desires: cunning devotion. [PAINFUL POEMS] VOLUME 1: Short poems. Amidst the roses in full bloom, Under the starry night's bright loom, A girl sits in the garden alone, Penning down her heart's sorrowful tone. The moonlight casts a dim hue, Reflecting on her hair's brown hue, As tears flow silently from her eyes, Longing for the one she loves but denies... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ VOLUME 2: You and me (well you need to read to find out what's inside) {starts from chapter 53} "Well... I think this is our goodbye," she softly sighed, A bittersweet farewell, emotions amplified. "But I can't leave you," he pleaded with his heart, Their love entangled, yet forced to part. "My love, I'm not real," she whispered, eyes filled with pain, An ethereal presence, destined to wane. "You are to me," he vowed, his voice trembling, Their connection profound, their souls assembling. "You know that I will always be with you, But not physically, my love, this much is true," She spoke with tender sorrow in her tone, A love transcending bounds, their spirits known... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ whatever I write here is totally based on my real life. (unrequited love) Hello there! Welcome to this book, which is not a novel or a story. In this book, I will share my poetry and inner thoughts, which I've been hiding for a long time. All of my writing is based on my life, and I kindly ask that you do not repost my work without giving me credit. Thank you I hope you enjoy reading my writing and find something that resonates with you. -zylyria YOU CAN READ ANY VOLUME FIRST. It just depends upon your preference.
zylksh · 56.7K Views

Trapped in The Beast World

What the hell is this place?" The words escaped Leon's lips, but the sound of his voice—high-pitched and melodic—stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, looking down, and immediately froze. What... in the actual... hell? He was no longer himself. His once lean, athletic frame had been replaced by soft curves wrapped in a tight, scandalous red dress. His hands—delicate and manicured—trembled as they hovered in front of his face. Panic surged through him as his mind raced. "This... this isn't my body!" he exclaimed, clutching at the unfamiliar contours of his figure. The sound of his own voice—now distinctly feminine—sent another jolt of shock through him. Before he could process the impossibility of the situation, a guttural growl echoed behind him. Spinning around on unfamiliar high heels, he spotted a massive black jaguar stalking toward him. Its golden eyes locked onto him with a predatory gleam. Leon didn’t have time to think. Instinct took over as he yanked off the impossible heels and sprinted barefoot into the dense jungle. The ground was rough beneath his soft, uncalloused feet, and the dress clung uncomfortably to his body, restricting his movements. "I was just in class!" he muttered between gasps, weaving through the trees. "How did I end up here? And why the hell am I a woman?" Branches scraped against his exposed skin, adding to his growing sense of vulnerability. He had always been a confident, athletic guy in the real world—a star on the soccer field, the kind of person who could handle himself in any situation. But this? This was an entirely new kind of nightmare. As he pushed forward, his balance faltered. The foreign body he inhabited didn’t move the way he was used to, and it took all his focus to avoid tripping. "What is going on?" he cried out, frustration mixing with fear. Just as the jaguar’s growl grew louder, a sudden force struck him from the side, sending him tumbling into a cluster of bushes. A sharp "Oof!" escaped his lips as he hit the ground. "Shut up!" hissed a voice, low and urgent. Leon blinked, dazed, and found himself staring up at a man crouched over him. His face was rugged yet undeniably handsome, his sharp eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Keep quiet if you want to live," the man muttered, glancing toward the direction of the jaguar’s growls. Leon’s breath hitched. Everything about this situation felt surreal—the jaguar, the jungle, the strange man, and most of all, the fact that he was no longer in his own body. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. Leon winced as his newfound feminine frame swayed unsteadily. "Who... who are you?" Leon stammered, his voice trembling. "No time for questions," the man snapped. "If you don’t want to end up as jaguar food, follow me." Leon hesitated, his mind a storm of confusion. This has to be a dream, he thought desperately. But the sharp pain in his feet and the chill of the jungle air on his bare skin told him otherwise. Reluctantly, he followed the man deeper into the jungle, his heart pounding as the growls of the jaguar faded into the distance. His mind, however, was far from calm. How did this happen? Why am I here? And most importantly... how the hell do I get back to my own body?
C_J31 · 1.6K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 22.3K Views

Silakrov

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold
Marilyn_Joe · 2.8K Views

rare connection

Life is given for free but happiness comes with a cost that many can't afford to pay. *********** Even with the dark grey clouds that hovered over the vast sky and the dim light provided by the fire torch that was on the verge of being blown off by the wind, he could still see the glimmer in her eyes. The very same glimmer that appeared in those brown eyes everytime she was happy and for some reason, tonight he was unable to resist hir urges to steal a part of her. She was still standing by the door waiting for him to leave but he had not taken more than three steps before he halted and turned. His features were darker in contrast to the white shirt that he wore and the look on his face was a predatory one. Instead of getting scared, she watched him take the three stairs that led to her room's door and he was a few inches away from her, he finally spoke up. "If there is one thing that I hate, it's having regrets and I know that I will regret if I do not do this." A part of her was confused by his words and another part felt like she knew what he meant by those words. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what he had just said, he leaned closer, curled his index finger on her pointed chin and tilted her in an angle such that she could feel his cold breath on her face that caused a shiver to run down her spine. Like she had been hypnotized, all she could do was to stare in those obsidian eyes that had held her captive. "This is a mistake that I want to commit again and again." His breath fanned on her face and goosebumps formed on her skin. Not because of the wind, but because of the effect he had on her. If it was some time before, she would have probably pushed him away or maybe escaped but as time had passed by, her feelings towards him had changed...
Rityshah · 63.6K Views
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