

I am Eric, the eldest son of the Duke of the Northern Marches of the Midland Kingdom. When I was fifteen, nobles of the realm conspired together and wiped out my entire clan in a single night. My father died in battle. My mother lost her mind. A household servant rescued me, and I have lived in hiding ever since. No one knows that I later became the Grand Commander of the Vault of Heaven, the only living Dragonslayer on the continent. I have slain dragons, frost giants, and all who stood in the kingdom’s way. Tired of the scheming beneath the throne, I retreated to the borderlands. Yet my enemies would not let me rest. My usurper uncle has married my former betrothed and plans a grand wedding. They think I will return to offer my congratulations. At first, I only sought vengeance for my slaughtered family. But as the Dragon’s Tear awakens, my mentor’s mask falls away, and I climb step by step to the pinnacle of the Vault of Heaven. I come to realize this revenge was guided by an invisible hand from the very start.

To the kingdom, Valen is nothing but a pathetic drunk— who failed to protect his murdered wife. They have no idea this broken beggar is actually the "Shadow," the realm's legendary, absolute master of dark magic. But when Valen discovers the truth—that his own brother orchestrated his wife's murder—the masquerade ends. Dropping his bottle, the "weak" drunk awakens his apocalyptic Shadow Domain. He ruthlessly executes his treacherous brother and single-handedly annihilates a city-destroying beast tide, forcing the terrified elites to witness true, god-like power!

Angelina, the legendary SSS‑rank super‑hero known as the Queen of Thunder, captures Hillco, the notorious criminal dealing illegal genetic‑enhancement potions. Shortly afterwards, she suffers retaliation from his forces and loses her husband. To protect her young son Odinson, who has not yet awakened his SSS‑rank lightning talent, she follows her husband's last wish and lives incognito for eighteen years. Pretending to be a powerless ordinary person, she endures widespread contempt and humiliation from the world. Eighteen years pass as the day of Odinson's eighteenth‑birthday talent awakening draws near. Conflicts erupt in their foster home, and mother and son are driven out. Hoping to change their fate, Odinson takes part in the Hero Academy selection, only to face unfair treatment due to rank prejudice and his rivals' malicious frame‑up. Left with few options, he joins underground fighting tournaments, where he is hunted down by Hillco's surviving S‑rank subordinate. At the critical moment when Odinson's life hangs in the balance and the countdown to his eighteenth‑birthday ends, Angelina stops suppressing her power, drops her ordinary‑person disguise, and the Queen of Thunder returns.

Alaric Caelum wakes inside a female-lead fantasy novel as the villain who dies early. A Foundation stage nobody dares to slander a Transcendence stage cultivator? Not today. Armed with brutal power and zero moral restraint, Alaric dismantles enemies one humiliating lesson at a time. The so-called Chosen One wants help? Sure, at a price. An unbeatable opponent? One word to his father, a celestial Ascendant King, and the problem disappears. Being a villain has its perks: no conscience, no rules, and absolutely no one left to guilt-trip him.

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and her demigod half-sister, Althea—the most celebrated goddess of Olympus—is reborn on the day she must choose her husband. Instead of picking Marcus, she shocks every god by choosing his uncle—the powerful war god she's always called Uncle Alessandro. As her enemies crumble and a love no god dares name takes hold, is this sweet revenge… or a temptation even a goddess can't survive?

Betrayed by her fiancé Paul and his lover Lisa, dragon prodigy Daisy falls from grace—until she awakens Ember, a legendary golden dragon, and discovers her immunity to dragonfire. At the royal palace, she falls for cursed Prince Arthur, but a power-hungry king and an obsessive prince threaten their love. As dragons rise again, Daisy transforms from a disgraced orphan into the Mother of Dragons and Queen, reshaping the kingdom and ushering in a new era of peace between humans and dragons.

Betrayed by his king, stripped of his title, and hurled from a cliff, Sparta’s greatest warrior returns three years later as a broken slave. Before a roaring crowd, he reclaims the golden mask, unmasks the false God of War, and carves a blood-soaked path toward his rightful Spartan throne.

An evil scheme brought tragedy upon all eighteen members of the Hoffman family ten years ago. Noah Hoffman had fallen off a cliff then, before being rescued by a grandmaster who taught him all that he knew. He yields the courage to enter the North army, starting from the lowest of ranks and eventually rising up to become a legendaryconqueror of the battlefield named the Holy Joy King! Ten years later, he returns to the city under a new alias Liam Holland, out for payback in w

At our wedding rehearsal, Dante Corleone brings Lucia Ferrante, the fiancee of his late brother, Davide. "Davide died protecting me in that shootout on Thanksgiving. Without him, I never would've become Don to the Corleone Famiglia," Dante says. "We have the rest of our lives together, Camilla, but this is Lucia's only chance." So I stand below the stage, watching my fiance drop to one knee before another woman in a wedding dress and reverently kiss the back of her hand. Then the priest turns to Dante and asks awkwardly, "Do you wish to stand before God and recite your vows to Ms. Ferrante?" Lucia bursts into tears and throws herself into Dante's arms. "Camilla, I'm not trying to steal anything from you," she sobs. "I just want to exchange the vows Davide never got a chance to give me before he died. If Dante is willing to stand in for his Fratello and marry me just this once, I'm sure Davide wouldn't mind." Without a second thought, Dante steps up to the altar. I stand below, watching him slip the very wedding ring I designed onto Lucia's finger. I look down at my own empty ring finger. And suddenly, it all feels so pointless. The vows could be borrowed. The ring could be borrowed. Even my man could be loaned out to comfort another woman. In that case, I'm done with this wedding.

"Crown Princess Astrid is murdered on the eve of her coronation by her fiancé Erik and her closest confidant Silas, who poison her wine and usurp the throne. Her soul descends to the underworld, where she bargains with the Norns—the three Fates of Norse mythology—trading her 'human warmth' for forbidden black magic and a second chance at life. Resurrected in the frozen wastes of the far north, she collides with Ragnar, the late king's illegitimate son and a savage warlord who rules the borderlands with iron and fire. Recognizing complementary strengths, they forge a dark alliance: Astrid supplies the strategy and sorcery; Ragnar provides the muscle and army. Disguised as a mysterious priestess, Astrid infiltrates the capital and systematically dismantles her enemies from within. Using mind-reading and desire magic, she drives Erik to public madness, manipulates Silas into discovering he was marked for disposal, and turns the love-obsessed courtier Linnea into an unwitting pawn who raises the 'Mirror of Truth' before the entire kingdom. But every spell drains Astrid's life force, triggering an ice curse that encases her body from within. Only Ragnar's searing body heat can pull her back from the brink of death, forcing them into repeated acts of forced physical intimacy that gradually ignite a taboo love neither can name. At the coronation ceremony, the Mirror of Truth broadcasts Erik and Silas's treasonous affair and the murder of Astrid to every corner of the realm. The villains turn on each other in real time, tearing each other apart before the horrified court. In the final battle, Astrid overextends her magic to shatter the royal defensive array, freezing herself solid in the process. Ragnar cuts open his own chest and pours his burning blood over her ice-locked body, melting the curse with the heat of his devotion.